Betrayal. Murder. A heart-wrenching escape to New York City. Eloise's decision to leave her hometown of Blue Creek leads her to find a passionate love with charming heir Stanley Bradshaw. But a shocking revelation forces her back to her small town, where buried secrets threaten everything she's built. As she unravels the truth about her best friend's death, Eloise must choose: embrace the love she's found or confront a powerful family who may not accept her past. Can Eloise find love and justice, or will the sins of her past destroy her future?
Voir plusBlue Creek, Montana
1915
Eloise runs through the woods faster than she knew her legs could take her. The leaves from the low-hanging branches of the trees slap her face, parts of her dress get caught in thorns and she hears the ripping sounds of a few tears in the hems, but she does not care. She does not stop. She cannot afford to; not after what she just saw.
Just before she leaps over a log of wood, Eloise takes a second to look back into the dark woods and notices for the first time that she is no longer running alongside Mary Lou. Her best friend must have taken a turn towards her own house, neither of them collected enough to tell the other goodbye. They had both witnessed what was probably the worst thing either one of them had ever seen.
As she runs out of the woods and heads down the pathway that leads to her house, Eloise decides to slow down. Running through the town at such speed will raise eyebrows and cause people to ask her questions that she is not willing to answer. Besides, if she runs past anybody who notices her, her name will be the first such person will say if news of what she and Mary Lou just saw ever breaks out. Eloise says a silent thanks when she does not run into anyone until she turns the corner to her street. It is very-well past nine so most of the town might be asleep. Thanks to the Wheatley family living just two houses from hers, Eloise’s street is the busiest in the entire town. Unlike Eloise and her father who live just by themselves in their little two-bedroom house, the Wheatleys have a big family of six children and seven grandchildren in addition to the matriarch, patriarch and the wives of the first two sons in their duplex.
“Hello, Eloise, why are you out so late?” Mrs. Erin Wheatley, the ample-bodied Wheatley matriarch greets Eloise as she passes in front of their duplex. She is standing on their lawn with the youngest Wheatley baby whose name Eloise cannot remember in her arms.
“I was with Mary Lou, ma’am,” Eloise says as gently as she can. She does not want to be too dismissive as not to cause suspicion.
Eloise heaves a sigh of relief when the woman lets her go without further questioning and runs straight into her house. She calls out for her father but gets no response. The house is empty. She does not intend to tell her father; she just needs the assurance of safety that comes with knowing that he is home. When she calls him two more times and gets no response, she falls in their living room and begins to weep. She wants to scream and cry as loudly as she can, let out all of the anguish that she is feeling but she knows not to. Blue Creek is a small town and someone is sure to hear her.
Eloise gathers herself from the floor of the living room and walks to the window. The moon and the lamp are doing a poor job of lighting up the dark night so she cannot see much but one thing is clear to Eloise, she cannot be in this town for much longer; not after what she just saw.
The next morning, the auditorium buzzes with the energy of hopeful actors and actresses. The stage is set for auditions, with rows of seats filled by those waiting for their turn. Ms. Parker sits at a long table near the front, a stack of scripts in front of her. Mary Lou stands beside her, clipboard in hand, a mix of excitement and determination on her face. As the first actor steps onto the stage, Ms. Parker nods to Mary Lou, who announces, "Next, we have Kevin Thompson reading for the role of Jack." Kevin begins his monologue, his voice echoing through the auditorium. Ms. Parker and Mary Lou watch intently, making notes and exchanging glances. The actor finishes his piece, and Ms. Parker smiles warmly. "Thank you, Kevin. We'll be in touch," she says. Kevin leaves the stage, replaced by the next hopeful. The auditions continue, a parade of talent showcasing their skills. Some performances are strong and confident, while others falter under the pressure. Throughout it all, Mary
As Eloise and Phyllis step into the restaurant, the first thing that hits Eloise is the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the scent of warm pastries. The interior is elegantly decorated, with soft lighting that casts a golden glow over the room. Polished wooden floors reflect the light, and the walls are adorned with tasteful artwork. Tables are set with crisp white linens and delicate china, creating an atmosphere of refined sophistication. The gentle murmur of conversation fills the air, interspersed with the clinking of silverware and the occasional burst of laughter. A soft jazz melody plays in the background, adding to the restaurant’s serene ambiance. The smell of caramelized sugar and freshly baked bread wafts from the kitchen, making Eloise’s mouth water despite her tension. As soon as they step through the door, a well-dressed maître d' hurries over, a broad smile spreading across his face as he recognizes Phyllis. "Mrs. Bradshaw, what a pleasure to see you ag
"Dad," Stanley says, his voice barely above a whisper. A mixture of shock and confusion flickers across his face. "What are you doing here?" James smiles, a knowing, almost condescending smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. He strides forward with the confidence of a man accustomed to being in charge, and comes to stand beside Sebastian. "Stanley," James greets, his voice smooth and measured. "I see you've met Sebastian. We've been in touch for some time now, discussing matters that concern both of us—and, by extension, you." Stanley feels a rush of emotions—anger, betrayal, and confusion—swirl within him. His mind races to make sense of this unexpected alliance. "What is going on?" Stanley demands, his voice stronger now, fueled by the simmering anger. "Why are you here, and what are you both up to?" James and Sebastian exchange a glance, a silent communication passing between them. Then, James turns his full attention to his son. "Stanley, there are things at play here tha
Stanley grips the steering wheel tightly as he drives away from their home in Tribeca. The bustling streets of New York City quickly transition from the dense urban jungle to the more open, quieter roads leading out of the city. His mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, primarily centered on the man he is about to confront, Sebastian Flores. As he navigates through the busy traffic, he reflects on the events that have led him here. The revelation of Emily's orchestrated scheme to drive Eloise to the brink had been a shocking blow. But it had also brought to light deeper, more sinister undercurrents. Who else had been involved? And why? The questions gnawed at him, fueling his determination to find answers. The cityscape gradually gives way to the sprawling suburbs, with their neatly manicured lawns and tree-lined streets. The sounds of honking horns and the constant buzz of the city fade into the background, replaced by the more subdued hum of tires on asphalt and the occasional chirp o
Eloise pushes the shopping cart through the polished aisles of the grocery store, each step echoing softly on the tiled floor. The store is brightly lit, with wide aisles that provide a clear view of the meticulously arranged shelves, As she moves toward the bakery section, the comforting aroma of freshly baked bread and pastries wafts through the air, mingling with the faint scent of coffee brewing at the nearby café. Soft, soothing background music plays with the murmur of other shoppers discussing their purchases or catching up on their day. Eloise pauses by the dairy section, scanning the neatly arranged rows of milk, yogurt, and cheeses. As she rounds the corner near the dairy section, she nearly collides with a tall, familiar figure. "Eloise?” the man exclaims, his voice tinged with surprise and delight. Eloise looks up, her eyes widening. “Thomas! It’s been ages!” Thomas Wilson, her old boss from the magazine where she first worked as an assistant when she moved to Ne
Mary Lou sits across from Eloise in the living room, a cup of tea in her hands. The morning sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow on their faces. Eloise notices the contemplative look in Mary Lou’s eyes and even before her friend speaks, she senses that a significant conversation is about to unfold. "Eloise, there’s something I need to tell you," Mary Lou begins, her voice steady but tinged with a hint of uncertainty. Eloise sets her own cup down, giving Mary Lou her full attention. "What is it, Mary Lou? You know you can tell me anything." Mary Lou takes a deep breath to gather her thoughts. "I’ve been thinking a lot about my future and everything that’s happened. I’ve come to a decision, and I wanted to share it with you first." Eloise leans forward with concern etched across her features. "Go on." Mary Lou looks down at her cup, then back up at Eloise. "I’ve decided to quit acting." Eloise’s eyes widen in alarm. "What? But you love the theater! Actin
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