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Reviello's Wrong Bride Just a usurper
Eleonor wakes up in the morning, feeling pain all over her body, as if a truck had run her over. Yet, the pain in her heart managed to be even more excruciating. She cried as she had never cried before in the first few hours that followed. As the dawn came, her rational side came out, and she realized that there was no reason to feel so miserable. Doesn't she hate Reviello with all her might? Yes, that's how it should be. She shouldn't feel the loss of her heart by him. It's beyond doubt that he's a heartless man.Even though she has decided that she will pull herself together in the morning and move on with her shards, she doesn't feel like getting out of bed. She feels like her legs are too heavy to back up her body. And her head aches like she's the one who had drank last night and caused chaos in the room and in her mind. She feels pathetic. Seeing the broken objects and the fallen pictures on the floor is a painful reminder that everything that happened last night was real, not j
Reviello's Wrong Bride A deadly weapon
Giovanni is leaning on the edge of the balcony, smoking the fourth cigarette in that morning. He's watching the blue sky and the almost-burning sun that greets this not-very-inviting day.Marco is sitting on one of the sofas and looking at the ceiling. Since he woke up to find a boss who was very bad-tempered and hungover on the other side of his door, he has chosen to keep quiet and be understanding. Giovanni finds the silence in the room comforting, given the chaos inside his head.Marco asked for room service, but Giovanni only wanted a few cups of strong coffee and cigarettes. Since then, the boss has been looking at the horizon, thinking about things that Marco bets that's involving Mrs. Reviello.“Marco?” Giovanni finally calls out to him.The man gets up hurriedly and approaches the balcony, with an evident sleepy expression. “Yes, boss?”“I would like you to keep an eye on my wife.” He says, holding the cigarette between his fingers. “I'm not sure if we can relax and act as if
Reviello's Wrong Bride I'll show you how I play
After spending the morning at the spa, Eleonor feels refreshed. This resort is surely one of the wonders of the world because nothing could change her mood or make her feel better after such a bad night. But fortunately, she has discovered that hot tub baths, acupuncture, and relaxing massages can cure anything. She's smiling now, which is a big change from the sad expression she had before.Lisette, who is keen to distract her friend and keep her from thinking about the previous night's discussion, decided to end the day at a beach bar, which, although not part of the resort's facilities, is very close by.Even though the sun has already set, the weather is still pleasant. The nights in Cancun are colorful and lively. Especially on that part of the beach. The bar chosen looks like a kiosk, and besides using beach decorations, it has several neon signs. The establishment has many tables outside, on the beach sand, and inside, which has also a bar and a band playing popular music.The
Reviello's Wrong Bride Addictive pleasure
Eleonor returns to the bar, feeling the eyes of the woman (who offered herself to Giovanni) on her, but she doesn't care. And doesn't even look up when he passes her and goes back to the table. She leans on the counter and calls out to the bartender for another shot of tequila. Lisette watches Giovanni sits down at the table, and the tanned brunette rubs herself against him again. She rolls her eyes and looks annoyed. “One for me too.” The man puts the glasses on the counter the same way he did before. Eleonor slammed the small glass brutally on the wood after turning the clear shot over. She turns the sangria in one go, to alleviate the taste that didn't seem so bad anymore — perhaps the taste of anger is influencing her palate. Lisette looks at her in surprise and does the same. As the sangria goes down her throat, and she sucks on the lemon, faces her friend and says: “Don't let him blow your evening, Elle.” “Blow it? No, I'm going to have the best night ever.” “That sounds ext
Reviello's Wrong Bride I'm not yours
Giovanni thought he was the most important piece on the board. He was used to having his orders obeyed, and this never bored him. After all, that was all he knew. He wasn't told to have feelings, so he learned to hide them. But twelve years ago, he found his soul again. And two years ago, he had a feeling that he was going to ruin himself, but he ignored it because he was sure that nothing could shake him. A few minutes ago, he discovered that it's possible to break a heart, even if you believe you don't have one. Yes, it's a game. But he felt like he was falling into a deep, dark abyss when he saw her smile so sincerely at another man, touch him and laugh as if there were no worries in the world. A deep sadness mixed with an uncontrollable anger that commands the nerves in his body and the muscles in his legs. That makes him get up and go to her, even though his brain screams that he should keep his distance. He's never felt like this before. Never felt like his emotions were overfl
Reviello's Wrong Bride You're the devil.
“Donna, the boss requires your presence.”“Good morning to you too, Marco.” She says with a fake smile, looking at the man outside her room. She's propping up on the door, and her hand is holding on the knob like it's a floater amid the ocean. By Marco's expression, she can get a brief idea of how Reviello’s mood is in that morning.The truth is that after that disastrous walk on the beach, they didn't meet. He didn't return to the resort, at least not to the room. She already tortured herself enough, thinking that he may have returned to that woman's flirt. And she realizes that she's indeed jealous — what enrages her even more because that also means she's really falling in love.“Don't make things hard for me, Donna…” Marco says quite anxiously. “He's not in a good mood.”“I can imagine it.” Eleonor sighs, and finally gets out of the room.They walk to a restaurant inside the resort's facilities. It's a nice place, right before the beach. The cozy wooden furniture makes her a bit l
Reviello's Wrong Bride Hot as hell, indeed
Eleonor didn't want to submit to Reviello's whims, especially after he practically spit on her heart. However, what is her pride compared to the lives of the people she loves? She wasn't sure if he would be soulless enough to hurt his childhood friend and the woman who raised him as if he were her own son. But she knew he wouldn't hesitate to raise his gun to the Evans. So, there was no other choice. That is why she's sitting on the bed, feeding him with fruits. She feels pathetic, but that was the first thing she was told to do. He told her to feed him and laid down on her lap. This is beyond absurd! She rolls her eyes and tries not to shout as she holds a small grape to his lips. When it slides inside his mouth, he runs his tongue over her fingertip, causing a discreet tickle. “What about the chocolate?” He opens his eyes, staring at her chin that seems perfectly drawn at that angle. She stares at him with an unfriendly expression and says, “I hate you.” “Stop whining, love.”
Reviello's Wrong Bride Red makes you stunning
Eleonor is looking at herself in the mirror. Even when she was wearing Emily's clothes to attend appointments in her place, she had never looked so gorgeous. Marco delivered a box that was said to be a gift from Reviello. She was afraid to open it because the last gift was the hand of a man who touched her, but since the note said: Wear only what I've sent you, she got up and opened it. A beautiful, perfectly folded red dress and a set of gold and ruby jewelry were inside it. Another box was also delivered, this time with very tall red shoes. She doesn't understand Giovanni's obsession with the color and thinks there may be a morbid reason. He asked her to wear a red dress for their first dinner at the mansion in Florence, but she defied him and wore another color. But this time, there's no escape. The dress manages to be even more beautiful on the body. The top and waist of this dress are tight, as the skirt is loose and ends with a
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