Hello gentle readers. If you have read to this chapter, then you must be curious as I am about the romance adventure of Eloise!. I'm grateful that you chose to give my book a chance. please note that The repeated chapters of 16 and 17 will soon be take care of. It was a network glitch which I din't notice soon enough. However, I have notified my editor and it would be sorted soon. daily update commences today and you can choose to support this book by dropping a comment. I'd love to know your thoughts if it's worth being continued or if I should end it quickly. Thank you đ
LUCIANO. "I should be asking you " I said as we walked outside with the tension. I was wondering how many guys Eloise has at her beck and call " Luciano, this is my Alex... And Alex this is...""My Alex?" I scoffed. Eloise made the matter worst by tugging herself around his arms while Alex smiled at her like they were highschool lovers. "Yes, this is Alex. My best friend. You've always wanted to meet him". I stared closely at his nails, they weren't any nail polish on it. Infact it was neatly trimmed. "Isn't Alex meant to be ...maybe gay?""Gay?" Alex stopped and threw an aggressive look at me before looking confusedly at Eloise. 'it's not what you think Alex, I never told him you are gay. I honestly don't know how he came up with that thought ""Does a 6.5 feet guy with this kind of face look like a gay to you. Here is a shocker; Eloise isn't just a best friend but an ex- girlfriend " Alex scoffed. "What?" Eloise nudged him and smiled a little before placing strands of hair
Luciano. Even with my uncertainty, I couldn't ask. I was really scared that I probably abandoned her after her divorce to raise three kids alone and now I shamefully married her without my apology or even trying to make things right. The triplets probably knew their father from the first day of meeting but a foolish one t me couldn't recognize my kids. " What's going on in your mind? Alex is offering to dress your wound. "I looked up at the tiny scratches at my knuckles. I didn't even realize I had any injury on me. "No, thank you for your concern . I'm good" I responded sharply. What would people think if they got a glimpse of me being wound dressed by a guy. Was he going to blow on it too? The thought of it gives me cold goosebumps already. " I think you should Luciano. He wants to chat with you and I will go pick up the kids from school"" I can pick up our kids myself. " I said sharply.Eloiseâs brows furrowed deeply. "Our kids?" she echoed, her tone carrying a mix of su
Eloise"You are joking right? About Luciano being your brother and all that. How the hell did you know him?"I watched as Luciano walked out on us. He was visibly pissed at the sight of Laura.."Eloise, I can't believe that everything happening around you and with you, I now get to hear it from the press. How much more are you keeping away from me? I won't even be surprised if you say your relationship with him Is all fake. We are not close anymore""You are right, he's my contracted husband but I'm really glad I have Luciano by my side. I'm sorry for distancing myself from you. Of all people, you should know that I'm going through a though one now ""Whatever. ""Auntie you are back?" Kiara said with so much excitement as she lapped her little self around Laura's legs."Oh my goodness. You remembered me? " Kiara nodded . " Well your mommy's only sister is here to take care of my little munchkins. "She crouched down to her height and whispered something to her ear. Kiara jumped up in
Eloise 'Luciano Greco who married shipping heiress Kathrine at the age of twenty, may have a new secret family' I read the headline of the newspaper for the first time. I always get my news from social media but today, I accidentally picked up a newspaper and I swear that was my biggest regret. He was married? Luciano was a married man? He had a wife? He had had a wife when heâd slept with me? He cheated on his wife with me at the party? When heâd got me pregnant with the Triplets? Devastated by that new knowledge, I collapsed down on the bed. I pushed the newspaper away from me in anguish and disgust. Tears lashed my eyes. I am just a total clown! No wonder Luciano had such a thing about publicity and discretion. I had fallen in love with another womanâs husband. Now he was offering to come to my rescue, no doubt determined to swiftly spirit me away from any contact with the press. Would I allow him to do that? To me? I drew in a quivering breath. "What a louse I
ELOISELuciano smacked his lips " this wonât cut it"âEvading the question wonât win you any points with me either,â I said, squaring up to him and equally set on confrontation. âYou know very well that you didnât tell me that you were married, and thatâs inexcusableââ"Iâm not married," Luciano cut in.,"âYouâre divorced?""â Involuntarily I hesitated as she made that assumption. Some of my anger dissipated, while curiosity set in. "But you must still have been married when you came over to uhmm before we had a night stand " I furrowed my brows and asked. "No" he stopped. I waited for him to add some form of explanation, but that one bald word seemed to be all that was coming my way. âI donât think I can believe youâŚâLuciano shrugged a broad shoulder."âI have a right to knowâ" I raised a brow and said. "No, You donât have a right to know anything about my marriage," Luciano blistered I suddenly went very pale.I thought maybe.. he loved me. Or was that pity? All this while
ELOISEIt doesn't seem like Luciano gives an inch..he breathed with icy restraint. âWhose fault is that? You formed the grossest lies to make sure the story was a bestseller "I felt something snap inside her. My angry despair at his refusal to believe my claims rose to such a choking peak of emotion to the point that I couldnât trust myself to speak again. Instead I shifted my hands in a clumsy gesture of dismissal."Eloise..." Ignoring him, I turned on her heel to walk towards the door."What are you doing?" " What does it look like to you Luciano? Iâm leaving.""Where do you think youâre going to go? " He demanded with rampant incredulity.I opened the entrance door to which I came in from. " Back where I came from!" He scoffed " Without my staffs driving and flying you out, you might not be able to leave this place you are not going anywhere"" This is exactly why I have a friend like Alex. You might think you are rich and mighty but that dude is from old money, genera
ELOISE I didn't want this moment to end. it was like my body always wanted him. however a phone rang across the room.. "Ignore it" Luciano said with a deep voice.. I wasn't ready to put in mind that a phone ever rang but after about the tenth ring and my orgasm has almost reached the climax,a knock sounded on the door. With a splintering Greek curse on his lips, Luciano vaulted off the sofa and raked his hand through his hair in a gesture of fierce frustration. "âWhatever you do, donât moveâand donât start thinking" He said in a commanding tone and I almost nodded, laying half naked like a cheap slut on the sofa without giving a fuck. For several seconds I lay there obediently, I was still drowned by the flood of excitement he had released inside me. And then the low murmur of voices from the door at the other end of the room, Hauling my clothing back into place with clumsy hands, I sat up and scrambled upright. I was shaking like a leaf inside and out. How could I ha
LUCIANO I was angrier than I had been in a very long time as I watched her leave. I had always appreciated the fact that ELOISE didnât play female games with me. What she said she always meant; what she promised had always been delivered. More than anything, I hated pretence. That she should deny me when I could feel her hunger in every fibre of me annoyed me. Another knock appeared on the door and this time, I was ready to deal with whomever it was. James appeared with a smiled " I see you are not in a very bright mood. Eloise isn't either and I wonder if. Should get married so I could share my mood with my wife ""Then She'd be grumpy and frowning every single time" "Exactly what I thought of Eloise when you guys got married. I guess I wasn't wrong""Go away James. I've got no time to chitchat with you" I pushed him off the door and was about to jam it close when he swinged a brown envelope inside. I raised a brow " what's this ?"" Not a love letter" he said. James kne
DAMIEN POVWe moved quickly, staying low, and taking cover behind the nearest warehouse. My heart thudded in my chest, but I didnât let it show. Every muscle was coiled with anticipation. Eva was close. I could feel it. And I was going to make sure Marcus didnât get away with what he had done.I signaled to Marco to take the left side, while I led the team to the right, the area where Marcusâs phone had been traced to. The building was run-down, the kind of place where people went to disappear. But this wouldnât be where Marcus disappeared. This was where his story would end.I couldnât let him hurt Eva.As we closed the distance, I signaled to my men to stay alert. I was just a few feet from the entrance when I heard a noise. It was a slight scuffle followed by a faint whimper. It was enough to make my blood run cold. Eva.I moved forward, silently, my hand on the grip of my gun, eyes scanning for any sign of Marcus. There was no room for error. We couldnât risk a standoff. We had t
DAMIEN"No,â Chairman Huxley said. âWe found out late tonight. A call came through, and the man on the phone threatened to kill Eva if the FBI or the cops are brought in.I need your help,â he said, appealing to me âI have to get my daughter back safely.I clenched my fist. Marcus just doesn't know the boundaries that are not meant to be crossed. How dare he kidnap my wife in my absence. He didn't even try to be anonymous. He fucking told her father he was Marcus. Which means he has so much guts and no fear. "Well, âthis is unusual. Of course, I understand the situation, and if you wish to pay him in that fashion, I can arrange it. However, I never recommend paying kidnappers and, believe me, Iâve had my share of threats.ââWhat would you do?â Chairman Huxley asked."I wouldnât call in the FBI, theyâre useless,â I said. âI have my own people who use the latest technology. When he phones again, we can put that into action."Heâs calling tomorrow at 10 a.m.""Where?""L.A.," Chairma
Eva.Finally I got it. This was no joke.When Iâd started to struggle with the short man, heâd run out of the room, slamming the door in my face and locking it so I couldnât get out.Shit! I thought, looking around. I really am a captive.There were no windows, a stone floor, a big old heavy door, a rickety cot with a stained mattress in the corner, an old blanket and a bucket.I'm screwed.How had this happened?I shut my eyes for a moment, trying to summon all the strength I could. Donât panic, A little voice whispered in my head. Stay calm. You will get out of this.The short man with the pop eyes had tried to force some pills into my mouth. Iâd kicked him in the balls and the pills had scattered on the ground. If Iâd been quicker, I might have reached the door before him, but he was fast for such an unfit-looking man. Strong and smelly, too. I wrinkled my nose in disgust.Kidnapped. It seemed like a plot from a movie. No wonder I felt so sick, theyâd obviously used somethi
A year later.Brenda's pov"From the moment we met, I liked you. I think about you all the time and I even dreamt about you at night. I know this might seem sudden but I don't think I can wait any longer"I smiled. Watching Micheal from across the table in the fancy exquisite restaurant. He knelt on one knee and brought a ring box out of his jacket pocket, the velvet catching the soft candlelight between us. My breath hitched as he opened it to reveal a delicate diamond solitaire, shimmering like a secret under the stars."Will you marry me?" he asked, with a low earnest voice , his eyes locked on mine like I was the only person in his world.For a heartbeat, the whole restaurant seemed to fade away the clink of glasses, the low hum of conversation, even the soft classical music floating through the air. All I could see was him, his trembling hand, and the hope in his eyes.Tears welled up before I could stop them. Not because I was surprisedâbut because I had waited so long to hear
Eva I woke up two weeks later âEva, come home right now.âThe urgency in my fatherâs voice froze me in place. I dropped my phone and rushed out, not even bothering to change out of Damien's pajamas. Yes his own because they are bigger and thicker and the weather is just damn too cold. Within seconds, I was behind the wheel of my Land Rover, tearing down the road, my heart pounding with worry.This wasnât like Chairman Huxley. My father never called like thatânever sounded that rattled. A thousand thoughts flooded my mind, each worse than the last. Was he sick again? Had something happened? I imagined him on the bed whimpering about how he loves me and that I should take care of myself. Oh God! I dreaded that thought. I must agree that the worst part of having parents is watching them grow old I parked haphazardly in front of the house, not caring that the tires werenât straight or that Iâd blocked part of the driveway. Kicking the door open, I ran up the stairs, two s
EvaThis isnât what I was expecting at all. Ever since I got back, Iâve been starving myself. Not on purpose, okay, maybe a little out of pride. I've texted Damien for his address so I can easily order something to eat but he won't reply and I wasn't going to call him Gosh I literally havenât eaten a single thing today and I slept off only to wake up by past 11pm. my stomach is punishing me for my negligence. The growling is so loud it could probably summon the dead. I tried to sleep, I really did, but the hunger pangs were too painful to ignore.It was too late to order anything. No restaurants will be open for delivery. So I was left with the one option I always end up taking a midnight snack.I tiptoed to the kitchen like a thief, praying not to wake anyone. The first time I tried this at home, Chairman Huxley nearly turned my head into a pancake with a frying pan. He thought I was a burglar. I still donât understand why he chose a frying pan of all things. What if
Evaâs POVâWhat am I doing? Seriously?â I asked, trying not to let the irritation in my voice rise too much. His cold tone had sparked an ache I couldnât quite describe. I only wanted to celebrate with him, to share in his moment and maybe, just for a second, pretend there was something real between us.But apparently, even pretending was asking too much.The audience hadnât picked up on the tension between us yet. We were both still smiling like a picture-perfect couple. All fake. All for show.âYou should stop acting up, Eva,â Damien muttered under his breath, though his smile remained intact, perfectly sculpted for the cameras that wouldnât stop clicking. "Or else I will do this" He pulled me closer, his arm tightening around my waist as if this moment actually meant something. His lips cut mine I was so flustered by the sudden kiss . What was he doing. This is going overboard To the watching world, we were the romantic headline of the week: Office Romance GoalsâThe Alexa
Eva's POV"Get up."The deep voice cut through my sleep. Blinking my eyes open, I saw Damien standing in front of me. My surroundings felt unfamiliarâthis wasnât the plush hotel suite weâd stayed in the night before."WhereâŚ?" I began to ask, startled and confused. I felt embarrassed to be so disoriented.âWeâre back in the States. Now get up. The car is already waiting,â Damien said, his tone sharp and devoid of warmth.Back in the States? My mind raced. I didnât remember boarding a plane, let alone arriving here. The last thing I recalled was collapsing into bed, exhausted from the gala night. We were supposed to stay for two weeks, not just one. So why the sudden change?I covered my face with my hands, trying to wake up fullyâand to hide the panic rising inside me. Something didnât feel right.âCome on! I have things to do,â Damien snapped, grabbing my wrist and dragging me toward the exit. I stumbled down the stairs, still groggy and struggling to keep up with his long strides.W
Evaâs POVThe suite was quiet . The kind of silence that presses against your ears, heavy and watchful. I stared at the three dresses laid out on the bed, each more extravagant than the last. velvet. Midnight blue silk. Gold sequins.All picked by Damien not me. Apparently, even my wardrobe was part of the arrangement.I chose the midnight blue one. It was elegant but simple, the kind of gown that didnât scream for attention, but still turned heads. As I stepped into the walk-in closet and zipped it up, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.My makeup was flawless. My hair swept into soft waves. I looked⌠expensive. But I didnât feel that way.Not when my heart was still sore from this morning. Not when I still heard Damienâs voice in my head like a cruel echo. âAfter the divorce, I doubt Iâll even remember your face.âI grabbed the silver heels from the box on the wardrobe and slipped them on just as the door creaked open.Damien stepped in.He wore a black tux, with a dark bo