Novels by Ifali’s pen

Eloise3 years later.The smell of truffle oil was going to my clothes, and the heat from the stove kissed the back of my neck as I garnished the plate in front of me. Duck confit, wolf mushroom risotto, and orange glaze, perfect. My hands moved on instinct now. This kitchen was my second skin. The orders flew in, the noise of the team like music in my ears.“Chef Camille, your phone,” my su Chef barreled into the kitchen, holding my phone in her hand like a weapon.“Is it important?” I asked, barely turning to investigate.“I don't know but it's been ringing”Groaning, I motioned for one of my assistants to take over.I took the phone from Cassie and made my way out of the kitchen and into my office.“Hello?” I answered and froze when the caller spoke.“Miss Steel. I am so sorry to disturb you but there's been an emergency.”My heart stopped. "Emergency?" "It's Selene," the nurse said, her voice gentle but rushed. "She has a seizure during nap time. We stabilized her but her heart r

Eloise:I glanced around my new apartment with a burst of pride in my chest. I Was Here. I was in Paris. Far away from the pain and sorrows of my broken marriage.I had been here for a week but it still hurt like fresh stab wounds in my chest. I couldn't believe he'd thrown all we could have become away like I didn't matter. The humiliation was still imprinted in my mind like a tramp stamp. And the image of Charlotte and Edward together had haunted me for the last week and a half like a recurring nightmare It hadn't mattered to him, I understood that now. I was the fool that had believed that he loved me and that was my only crime. I believed his sentiments.With a sigh, I plucked my bag from my tiny couch and left my apartment. I had a job interview to go for. My resume was exceptional for the job but I was still worried that I wouldn't be the prime candidate due to my five years break from cooking. It was during that five years, I had worked for Edward as his secretary. Worked

Eloise:Body pressed against the wall, Charlotte’s leg crossed around my husband’s back, their lips locked as they made very ungodly sounds.My eyes watered as I tried my best to believe what I was seeing in front of me.This was the reason he had handed me a divorce today? She was the one, what could I have expected, I never was the one for him in the first place. I had known Edward to be a chronic womanizer and it shouldn’t have come as a shock to me but it did because he had dropped his womanizing habit the moment he was left to cater for the Basset industry and lately he had become the best husband a woman would want. Ever loving and so protective that I had the guts to fall for him ten times more but right now my heart was broken as I watched them still locked as they ate themselves up.“Edward..” I had wanted to run but I found myself walking into the room.“She’s the reason? She’s the reason why you’re ending things with me.” My voice cracked as I spoke, my eyes filled with s

Eloise“So what? You’re just going to walk away from my life like we hadn’t spent the last two years as married couples?” “Yes.” His voice plain like this was just some mere question.“Is this what you want? A Divorce?” I asked.“Yes.”“And what about last night?” I flung my hands in the air, my eyes staring at my Adonis of a husband as he knotted his tie. “Eloise.” He paused, his eyes taking me in.“That was just a mere night Elle, you couldn’t have counted it as anything serious, could you?” The causality in his voice was torn to my flesh, I hated it. I looked at him, so many words to say but it felt like my tongue was caught. He nodded negatively, “you did? It was just a night Elle, you didn’t have to savor it.”“I did Savor it, it was my first time and our first time as married couples in two years of being married. How could you think I would take it as a joke?” I asked but was answered with his silence.What did I expect from an emotionally unavailable, self absorbed man lik