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?”Eloise The quiet hum of cartoons filled the living room as Max curled into my side, his small fingers playing with the hem of my sweatshirt. The evening sun filtered through the blinds, casting striped shadows across the coffee table cluttered with coloured pencils, Legos, and Max’s half-finished superhero drawing. “Mommy,” he said, tilting his head up to me, his brown eyes wide and searching. “Will Daddy come visit soon?” I swallowed, my chest tightening around a pain I could never voice aloud. I brushed a stray curl from his forehead and kissed him softly. “Daddy’s…busy, sweetheart. You know that.” His mouth turned down in a pout, his little brows knitting together. “But I miss him. I want him to come see my drawings.” I forced a smile, though my heart cracked at his words. “I’m sure he’ll see them one day,” I whispered, not believing it myself. My phone buzzed beside me on the couch, breaking the heavy silence. I glanced at the screen and froze. Dad. “Hello?” My voice cam
Jennifer I scrolled through the comments under my latest jewellery post for the hundredth time, my thumb moving with mechanical precision. The diamonds on the screen glittered beneath the studio lights, perfectly edited to catch the eye. Perfect. Elegant. Visionary. Words people used to describe me. Words I used to describe myself. But today…today the comments burned. “Looks just like Eloise’s collection from last fall,” one wrote beneath the pinned promotional video. I gripped my phone tighter, nails biting into my palm. My pulse pounded in my ears as if each beat shouted her name, her name, her name. The voice in my head refused to shut up. I slammed the phone down on my vanity and stood abruptly. The hem of my satin robe brushed against my ankles as I paced across my bedroom, each step sinking into the plush cream carpet Lucian gifted me months ago. Lucian. Even thinking of him made a fresh wave of tension bloom in my chest. Why was he acting like this lately? Distan
Lucian The city skyline glowed outside my office window, a thousand diamond lights scattered across the landscape. I leaned back in my chair, rolling my neck to relieve the tight knot that had settled there since morning. The documents on my desk blurred before my eyes, lines of contracts and sales reports merging into an indistinguishable mess. I sighed heavily and raked a hand through my hair. Focus, Lucian. I pinched the bridge of my nose, dragging a file closer, but no matter how many times I read the words, they wouldn’t stick. My mind kept drifting back—back to her. Back to Eloise. I hadn’t planned to see her today. I was supposed to have a quiet dinner with a client at Lumière, to finalise the expansion pitch for next quarter’s Paris release. But when I walked in, I saw her. She sat at the far end of the restaurant with her family, her father, Jadeline, and Jennifer. Eloise looked tired, her smile polite but dim. I watched from the shadows of my private booth, every muscl
Eloise I drove in silence, my grip tight on the steering wheel as I merged into the evening traffic. The sun had set, leaving streaks of purple across the horizon. The city lights flickered on one by one, its like watching the world come alive for everyone except me. The car smelled of my vanilla perfume mixed with leather, but somehow it felt stifling tonight. My father sat in the passenger seat, staring straight ahead, eyes weary from the long flight. Jadeline sat behind him, quietly tapping away on her phone, while Jennifer sat behind me, humming under her breath to whatever song played in her mind. “So, how’s Max?” my father asked suddenly, breaking the silence. My chest tightened. “He’s… fine,” I said, my voice flat. “Growing up fast. He asks about you.” He didn’t respond, just nodded absentmindedly, returning his gaze to the traffic outside. It was like talking to a wall. There was a time when I would do anything for his attention – read newspapers so I could discuss politi
Eloise I didn’t know what I was expecting when I pulled into the airport parking lot, but it wasn’t this. It had been three years since my dad left. Three long years of silence that stretched between us like a cold void. The heart problems that sent him overseas had been serious, life-threatening even. And with Jadeline, my stepmom, by his side, I didn’t expect the same father I remembered. He had always been the life of the party, loud, charismatic, the type of man who had a hundred friends but none of them really knew him. And then, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. Just like that, he left. And I was left with the remnants of a broken family to navigate alone. But now they are finally coming home. I could see the hustle and bustle of the airport as I walked through the automatic doors, the smell of coffee and harsh floor cleaner in the air mixing with the low hum of chatter and rolling suitcases. People hugging each other, children screaming with joy, lovers kissing as
LUCIAN I sat in silence, sprawled across the velvet couch of my penthouse living room, my shirt half unbuttoned, smoke curling from the cigarette clenched between my lips. A half-empty bottle of bourbon sat on the marble coffee table, amber liquid gleaming under recessed lighting. I leaned forward, elbows resting on my knees, feeling the expensive fabric of my trousers strain against my thighs. I could hear the low hum of traffic thirty stories below, the occasional wail of a siren. I took a long drag from my cigarette, inhaling deep enough that my chest burned. Then I exhaled slow, watching the smoke spiral up into the shadows above. The silence was too loud. I hated silence. My eyes flicked to the glass wall across the room. Beyond it lay the city I owned, my companies, my buildings, my investments, all of it stretching out like an empire carved by my own ruthless hands. But tonight, it felt empty. Meaningless as well. As though I was staring at a world that belonged to someone