ELEANOR
The soft rustling of silk and lace filled the air as I twirled softly for the second time to admire the wedding dress I had on in front of the mirror. The dress clung to me in all the right places, accentuating my slender frame before cascading to the floor. I was currently in the private show room of Bridal Dreams, a shop owned by the renowned Lisabelle Jones, the most sought-after bridal dress designer in the country and this was my fourth fitting so far. My wedding was going to be happening in less than a week and I couldn’t wait. Every move I made was filled with nerves as though something would go wrong but it’s so close now and I couldn’t wait any more. It still felt like a dream even though I knew it wasn’t. I was finally going to be the bride I always dreamed of. I turned to my best friend, Isla who was sitting on the couch behind me. “So, what do you think?” I asked, my voice edged with excitement and nervousness. Isla Crawford, my best friend since childhood, leaned back against the couch, a glass of champagne in her manicured fingers with a smile on her lips. “You look perfect, Elle. Just like everything else in your life” I titled my head, confused about her reaction. She didn’t seem to share the same excitement as I did. “What do you mean?” Isla let out a soft laugh and rolled her eyes playfully “Come on, Elle. Don’t play dumb.” she took a sip of her champagne before she set it down on the table beside her and got up. She walked until she stopped in front of me “You are getting married to Theon Blackwell. The Theon Blackwell. Women would kill to be in your shoes. The heir to the Blackwell group, filthy rich, drop-dead handsome...” “And the love of my life” I cut her before she could say more “He is not just a billionaire with a limitless pocket but the love of my life” Isla rolled her eyes again and something flickered in them, but it was unreadable. “If you say so” I wanted to push but Miss Violet, the consultant came running with a smile “Miss Sterling, is there anything you’ll like to change?” “No, Miss Violet. It’s perfect” I replied with a small smile and gave her my attention instead. We fixed a few other things before Isla, and I went to the nearest cafe to take a break. We had been shopping for my wedding, and it was a not so easy task to run around multiple shops in a day. I took a deep breath, allowing the warm and comforting aroma of the freshly brewed coffee and pastries around us to soothe my nerves. I leaned back and watched Isla. She had not said a word since we left the bridal shop, and it was making me worry because this was not the Isla I knew. She was startled when she lifted her head and saw me watching her. “So,” she began, plastering a teasing smile on her face “How does it feel to be marrying into the wealthiest family in the country?” “Isla” I sighed “You’ve got to stop bringing up the Blackwell’s wealth every time we are in the room together. It’s almost as if I won a lottery when I’m just marrying a man I fell in love with” Isla smirked “Oh come on” she scoffed “You can’t ignore the fact that this wedding is what the media has tagged the wedding of the year. People are talking. They want to know what you are wearing and how stunning you’ll look. Not even A-list actors and actresses get talked about this much” "It’s all because of Theon. They wouldn’t pay me any attention on a normal day” I brushed her words off. “But they are talking more than just the wedding and how lucky you are” I frowned “What do you mean?” Isla leaned in slightly, her voice dropping low “Some say it’s a business marriage” I scoffed “That’s ridiculous and I’m mad that you even believe those gossip” “But is it ridiculous?” She pressed, her tone casual but sharp “Everyone knows that Theon is ruthless in business, and he only makes moves that he stands to gain. Your family has a fair share of influence” I frowned, getting irritated with the direction the discussion was heading. “Theon has more wealth and power than my parents. He doesn’t need me for that. He loves me” Isla raised a delicate brow, her lips curving slightly “Of course, Elle. If you say so” I eyed her with distaste, wondering why she was acting this way “I don’t like the way you’ve been acting. Are you mad at me or something?” Her eyes widened with surprise, and she chuckled nervously “Elle, what are you saying? I was just telling you what people are saying” “Why today of all days? I thought you would be happy for me, but you’ve been acting like I forced you to come with me. If you didn’t feel like it, you should have told me” “You are the one not acting fair and treating me like I am some villain” she chuckled nervously. “I don’t think so. I’m going home” I told her and paid for the coffee. “Maybe you can call me when you stop being a bitch” “Eleanor” She gasped “Why are you overreacting?” I turned to her with a sharp look “Am I really overreacting? If you think so, then I'm sorry but my mood is bad so I don’t think I will be able to get anything done today. I’m leaving” “Eleanor” Isla called after me as I walked out but I didn’t bother to turn back. She had spoilt my mood, and I needed to leave else I would say thing I regret to her. I stepped out of the cafe and the cool afternoon breeze lifted the strands of my golden-brown hair. Just as I reached for my car keys, my phone vibrated with a text message. I suspected it was either a text from my mother asking about the shopping or Theon wanting to know where I was, so I quickly pulled my phone out with a grin, already feeling better while hoping the text was from Theon. But as soon as I unlocked the phone, my breath caught when I saw the message. It was from an unknown number, and it was just a single text message. “Do you really think he loves you? You won’t be making it down that isle”AUTHOR’S POVIf it wasn’t for the disbelief on Theon’s face, Elle would have thought it was all a mistake and he didn’t know who she really was, but the silence wasn’t just because he didn’t hear, it was because he was struggling to believe it.Elle. No. Eleanor Sterling stood still, head high, as Theon fought to find a trace of the woman who had walked out of his life five years ago, but there was not a single trace left of her. This wasn’t Eleanor. She was someone else who was claiming to be her. But Theon knew this was just him struggling to refuse the words she had just spoken.“You are Eleanor?” Theon found himself asking again, even though she had already admitted she was.Elle nodded slowly, that bitter smile not leaving her lips. The masks were off. The truths were out, and the emotions of anger and hatred she thought had disappeared with Theon’s love came rushing back, harder and stronger than she remembered.“That’s right, Theon. It’s me. Eleanor Sterling. The same woman you
ELLEWe had been waiting for a while now. It’s been hours since the doctor took the blood from Theon and disappeared behind those doors, and yet, we have had no update on whether it was successful or not.Sophie squeezed my shoulders gently almost every second while my grip on Jeremy tightened with each second that ticked by.Seconds bled into minutes, minutes into an hour, and every tick of the hospital’s clock grated against my nerves. I had never been good at waiting, and it didn’t help at a time like this.“Elle,” Sophie whispered as I jumped to my feet. I had alternated between pacing and holding Jeremy in a death grip multiple times this night.“You are going to make yourself dizzy if you continue like this,” She sighed. “Please, sit down.”I shook my head, “I can’t relax. Not until the doctor gives us the update that I want to hear,”She sighed in defeat, knowing she wouldn’t be able to persuade me. After what felt like hours, the doors opened and the doctor stepped out. I rush
THEONAt that moment, I forgot how critical the situation was as the world came to a halt, and I forgot how to breathe. I looked from Elle to the doctor, to make sure I heard correctly.“What?” I whispered. That was all I could say because her words made no sense. It sounded like a joke, an expensive prank that was not right for the place we were in.How could she say something like that when our child was fighting for his life? We couldn’t waste more time, and here she was, spewing rubbish. Did the grief get to her? Because there was no way that was the truth.“What… what did you just say?” I whisper, not recognising the sound of my own voice. “Elle, what do you mean…?”But Elle was done listening to me. Her hands slammed against my chest, weak and trembling as she shoved me in the direction of the nurse, “Just go, dammit! Go and do the damn test!” she screamed, and her voice cracked on the choked sob. “If you care at all about him, if you love him even a little, then don’t argue wit
ELLETheon was angry at me when I got to the car. “Couldn’t that have waited until we took him to the hospital?” He snapped at me when I entered the car, and I flinched. It was the first time he had ever yelled at me.But I wasn’t angry. I understood. One look at Milo in his arms, and I broke down again as the car began to move.“I’m sorry that I couldn’t protect you,” I cried out, clutching Milo’s hand as gently as I could so I didn’t hurt him more than he was.“He is going to be fine,” Theon whispered, his voice had lost all the hostility. “He is still breathing. Our baby is holding on, Elle, so we can’t give up on him. Wipe those tears,” Theon commanded softly, and I nodded, wiping my tears with trembling hands.I clutched Theon’s shirt to maybe borrow a little bit of courage from him as the car sped towards the hospital.Every passing minute was like a ticking time bomb. We didn’t say anything. We didn’t have to. The silence carried all our unspoken words. The grief, fury, and hop
ELLEIt happened in slow motion. One minute, I was filled with relief when I saw Milo at the top of the stairs. All I wanted was to run up to him, grab him and run out and let the police deal with Mira.The next, my baby was falling. It was so fast, yet so slow. I will never forget the sound of his body hitting each step as he fell, and the way I flinched with each sound, frozen by terror as I watched.Mira’s hands were outstretched as though she was the one who pushed him, but at that moment, I couldn’t be bothered with her.The final thud as Milo’s body dropped a few feet away from me unfroze everything. My scream tore past my throat. “Milo,”My legs buckled, but I forced them to move, lurching forward, as every part of my body shook violently. My heart threatened to cave in as I rushed towards my baby, but Theon was faster.“Milo,” He bellowed, moving past me as he scooped Milo from the ground like he weighed nothing, and Milo’s hand fell limply to the side. He wasn’t moving.“Theo
AUTHOR’S POVMilo’s cries echoed through the empty warehouse. The place was quiet, empty and cold like a building out of a haunted house documentary. It was a miracle that the lights were still on.Elijah grunted as he pushed the door open while dragging the sobbing boy into what used to be the hospital’s lab when it was still functional.The building appeared to be a warehouse to others, but it used to be a hospital in the past until it was turned into a warehouse, and the new owners didn’t care to change some things before they abandoned it as well.Mira entered behind them just as Milo cried, “I want my mummy.” He wailed, his small voice cracking with fear and exhaustion.“I want my mummy!” Milo wailed, his small voice cracking with fear and exhaustion. Milo was scared. He didn’t like the man who had been holding him painfully, and he still didn’t feel comfortable around Mira. The sneer on her face wasn’t helping either.“Oh my God,” Mira groaned, glaring at the crying child with s