Eloise
My phone buzzed incessantly on the nightstand, I groaned, my eyes still heavy with sleep. The dim light of the morning filtered through the curtains, but i didn’t want to get up—not yet. With a reluctant sigh, I reached for my phone and looked at the screen. Ava's name flashed on the display, and my heart dropped into my stomach for a brief moment. "Ava, it's barely seven in the morning," I mumbled, pressing the phone to my ear. "This better be important." "Good morning," Ava’s voice came through with her usual cheerfulness, unfazed by the early hour. "I know you're probably still in bed, but get up girl! The gala is tonight! You can’t miss it again, not like last year!" I rolled over, pulling the covers up over my head to block out the light. I could already hear the excitement in her voice. “Ugh, I know, I know. I just need a little more sleep. Ava. This whole thing gives me the heebie-jeebies.” Ava laughed on the other end. “Please. You’ve been cooped up in that apartment for weeks. You’re going to need more than a little beauty sleep to deal with it. Plus, I know you’re secretly dying to look amazing and show Lucian that you’re fine without him.” She said. My heart fluttered at the mention of Lucian’s name. It had been a while since I had seen him and I wasn’t sure if I was ready for it— the rumours that would come with it. He would be at the gala—He always was. And so would Jennifer. “Yeah, I’ll be fine,” I muttered, sitting up on the edge of the bed and running a hand through my messy hair. “But just the thought of facing them again… I don’t know if I can handle it.” Ava’s voice softened. “I know, Eloise. It’s been rough, but you can’t keep hiding from him. This is your chance to show that you’re moving on, and you’re better than that old life with him.” I paused, taking a deep breath. Ava was right. I shouldn't be the one hiding. “Alright, alright. I’ll go. But I swear, if Jennifer gets on my nerves, I might lose it.” Ava chuckled. “Trust me, she’s going to be there. But you won’t let her get to you. You’re going to look so good, like you've always did” “Alright, fine. What time should I be ready?” "Let’s aim for 6:30. We’ll leave early so we don’t miss the main event this time. We’ll have plenty of time to make an entrance’ I could practically hear Ava's grin through the phone. “Fine. I’ll be ready.” I replied. “Good,” Ava said, her voice light. “Now get up, Eloise. You’ve got a party to rock tonight.” “Alright, alright. I’m up. I’ll see you at 6:30.” I replied, smiling. “Can’t wait,” Ava said, and hung up. I sat in bed for a few more moments, staring at my phone. I took a deep breath. ----- The evening air was cool as I stepped out of the car, the lights of the gala reflecting wealth and prestige. My heels clicked against the marble floor as I entered, it was every bit as glamorous as I had expected—shimmering gowns, tuxedos, and the scent of expensive perfume lingering. Ava, as alwayswas beside me, dressed to perfection in a sleek black gown, her arm linked with me as we made a grand entrance. “You look stunning,” Ava whispered, eyes scanning the room. “Lucian’s already here, of course. And Jennifer’s not far behind, I’m sure.” I nodded, my nerves creeping up my spine. The thought of seeing Lucian after everything that had happened made my insides twist. But I had to keep my composure. "Don't let them get to you," Ava added, catching my gaze. "You look amazing. They’ll be the ones wishing they had what you’ve got now." I forced a smile, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of my presence looming over the event— the headlines it would make make. As I made my way through the crowd, my eyes scanned the room as elegant as ever, when I suddenly locked eyes with a man across the room. He smiled at me. His presence was commanding, i felt my heart skip a beat. As if on cue, he began walking toward me, his gaze fixed on mine. “Eloise True, isn’t it?” His voice was deep, smooth, and slightly amused. “I have to say, you really suprised me” “Eloise Sinclair” I corrected him. I'm divorced now. So I no longer have to bear Lucian's last name again. I blinked, unsure whether to be flattered or alarmed. “I'm sorry, do I know you?” He smiled—slightly teasing, but with an air of confidence that was impossible to ignore. “Yes you do, or have you forgotten?” I raised an eyebrow, trying to mask the intrigue I felt. He looked familiar but I can't seem to remember where I knew him from. “Oh really? Do u mind reminding me?” I asked, my tone soft. My heart raced as the man before me leaned in, his eyes catching mine with a spark of recognition. “Sure! Since you can’t seem to remember,” He replied, chuckling. My lips parted, surprised at the directness of his words. He seemed amused, his confidence unnerving. “We met at a club few weeks ago, remember? It's me, Mike,” he said, his voice smooth and flattering, as If he already knew he’d left an impression. My cheeks flushed, mortified. Mike? Who is Mike? I felt my pulse quicken under his intense gaze, and I struggled to remember him. I could feel my cheeks warm as I mumbled. “Of course, i remember...” Hell no, I don't remember. But his gaze lingered, piercing through my excuse. “Do you? I don't think you do” he asked, a dark gleam in his eyes that made my stomach twist. There was a confident calmness about him that I couldn’t place, like he knew something I didn’t. Before I could reply, a familiar voice chimed in beside me. “Eloise! There you are,” Ava interrupted, breaking the tension. She held up her phone. “Could you take some photos for me? The lighting here is perfect.” “Sure,” I managed, relieved for the distraction. I took her phone and positioned the camera. But Ava's gaze drifted past me, her eyes narrowing in recognition as she spotted Mike. “Oh, hey! Weren’t you the one at the club with Eloise the other day?” Ava asked, her voice filled with casual surprise. My heart skipped a beat. Ava’s words brought a flood of scattered memories, memories of that night flashing before me. Wait Mike? Mike! He is that Mike! My pulse quickened as the pieces came together. He tilted his head, an amused smirk crossing his face as he watched the realization dawn on me. “Finally remembering, are we?”I know some of you have been impatient, waiting, hoping, and silently rooting for Eloise from the very beginning. You saw her broken, you saw her fight, you saw her lose, and yet you stayed, turning each page, holding your breath, waiting for her to finally get her moment. This story wasn’t meant to be rushed. Eloise’s journey was never about instant happiness, but about clawing her way through betrayal, heartbreak, revenge, and resilience. Every tear, every scream, every whispered “I can’t anymore” was building toward this ending. To those who loved Eloise fiercely, thank you. To those who hated her at times but couldn’t stop reading — thank you. To those who sent me messages like “When will she finally win?!” I heard you, I felt your impatience, but I promise it made this ending sweeter. This isn’t just a love story. It’s survival. It’s revenge. It’s healing. It’s proof that broken doesn’t mean defeated. And now, Eloise finally has her victory. She has her freedom. She has her lov
Eloise I leaned back in my office chair, staring at the glowing computer screen but not truly seeing it. Numbers blurred into meaningless shapes, emails stacked in neat, demanding rows. The quiet tick of the clock on the wall was the only rhythm in the room, and still I couldn’t shake the restless thrum in my chest. It had been a month since everything, since the final confrontation, since Lucian had been cut clean out of my life, since the venom of betrayal stopped coursing through every breath I took. A month since Damon’s last failed attempt to claw his way into control. A month of rediscovering silence. A month of relearning who I was without constantly looking over my shoulder. But grief had a way of leaving footprints on your soul. Some mornings I woke up light, unshackled, free. Other mornings, I carried the old ghosts. I closed my eyes and pressed my fingertips against my temple. Just five minutes of peace, I told myself. Five minutes before diving back into quarterly repo
Eloise It had been days since Mike came to me with his apology, days of me tossing on my bed, clutching my pillow, wondering if forgiveness was too generous a word to give a man who had once gambled with my trust. The air in my house had grown stale from replaying the same memories: the sting of Damon’s words, the confusion that crawled into my heart, and Mike’s face when he admitted what happened years ago. I couldn’t carry it alone anymore. My pride was starting to feel heavier than my heart. So I picked up my phone and dialed the one person who never sugarcoated anything. “Ava,” I breathed when she answered. “You sound like a storm about to break,” she said, her tone already bracing for confession. “Can you come over? I…I need you.” She didn’t ask why. “Give me twenty minutes.” By the time she arrived, I had already made tea, though neither of us touched it once we sat at the kitchen table. Ava leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs, her expression the mix of friend and
Eloise – First Person POV The steam from my shower still clung to my skin, wrapping me in its lingering warmth as I padded barefoot across the hardwood floor of my apartment. Droplets slipped down my collarbone and disappeared into the neckline of my silk robe. My hair, damp and heavy, clung to my shoulders. For weeks, my mornings had begun like this, quiet, steady, predictable. Peaceful, people would call it. They didn’t know how silence could sometimes be the loudest noise in the room. Peace had returned, yes. The atelier glimmered again, its glass walls spotless, its display cases brimming with new designs that bore only my name. My funds were back in my hands, and contracts that had once been ripped from me were signed anew under Eloise Laurent, my rebranded name. Every magazine headline called me a survivor, a fighter, the woman who rebuilt herself from the ashes. And yet, not one of those glittering titles filled the void Mike had carved into me. Every time I let my thoughts
Eloise The next day…. I sat on the second row, hands folded over the leather strap of my purse, listening to the shuffle of shoes, the murmured chatter, and the squeak of pens dragging against notepads. It had been trial after trial, one courtroom after another, and my body had grown used to this place, almost as if my ribs had sprouted their own wooden benches. I didn’t mind. No, not anymore. So far every soul that had left scars on me, physical, emotional, spiritual, had been made to choke down their share of the poison they brewed. Today would be no different. Today belonged to Jennifer. She stood at the front, just beyond the polished oak barrier that separated the public from the professionals. She was thinner than before, her once-gleaming blonde hair dulled and tied in a hasty knot. She had tried to wear confidence like a perfume, but it didn’t stick. Her navy suit hung on her as though it belonged to someone else, someone more solid. She kept her chin tilted, eyes darting
Eloise I never expected victory to feel like this. Not light. Not triumphant. It was heavy, like dragging a chest of gold through mud, valuable, priceless, but soaked in sweat and grit, with bruises carved into my palms. I was close to the parking lot when my phone buzzed, once, then again. My lawyer’s name flashed across the screen. “Eloise,” I murmured to myself, steadying my breath, “this is it.” I answered. “Yes?” “Don’t leave yet.” His voice carried a pulse of electricity. “Something came in encrypted files from one of Lucian’s accountants. He cracked. We’ve got everything.” My throat tightened. “Everything?” “Everything he thought he buried. Offshore accounts, dummy corporations, cash slush funds. He hid properties under aliases, even tried to move shares into shell holdings. It’s all here.” The world stilled around me. The hum of people walking by, the echo of doors opening, the shuffle of case files, all of it dimmed until only the sound of my own heartbeat remained.