MasukNeither Eloise nor Maisie noticed him at first. Maisie was currently explaining another problem to Eloise with that same exaggerated, dramatic patience. Eloise was leaning in close, listening with genuine, undivided attention, intentionally offering a ridiculously wrong suggestion just to make Maisi
For a moment she genuinely wondered if she had imagined it. The word hit her so unexpectedly that her brain seemed to stall completely, entirely unable to process the sound waves that had just reached her ears. Mommy. Not Eloise. Not Miss Eloise. Mommy. She opened her mouth, but her throat
A beat of silence followed before she spoke in a tiny voice. “Hello.” I sighed. She grinned. The little menace knew exactly what she was doing. By the time we reached the car, I was already fighting a smile, for reasons I couldn’t quite explain, that felt like progress. The drive home started i
Eloise Eloise had attended charity galas with royalty. She had stood in rooms full of billionaires, politicians, investors, and socialites who treated conversation like a blood sport. Yet none of that had prepared her for standing outside a primary school at three-thirty in the afternoon, surrou
Arabella didn't care that I had let her go. She was completely unhinged now, her hair coming entirely loose from her diamond pins, falling around her face in wild, messy strands. She ran toward the grand French windows, her hands ripping the heavy silk curtains from their brass rods, tearing them do
I stepped closer to her, my shadow completely covering her under the chandelier lights. "This is the last time I will be asking you this, Bella," I said, my voice dropping into a deep, serious tone. "Whose child is this? Because we both know it isn't mine. And we both know this pregnancy isn't mine







