Se connecter—Eloise—The walls seemed to be closing in on me.Two days had passed since my parents told me I was going to marry Caleb Holt, but I still hadn't figured out how to accept it.I sat huddled in the jacuzzi in my bathroom, the steam curling around me.My phone rang again on the counter.Nathaniel.I stared at his name until the call ended.A second later, another call came through.Mother.I declined it.I wasn't ready to hear anyone's explanation. Not when every answer seemed to lead back to the same man.Caleb Holt.The man who could still evoke feelings I had convinced myself were long dead. Seven years had passed, yet my heart still reacted to him before my mind could remind me of everything that had happened between us.I remembered his reaction when I showed him the photo.The way color drained from his face.I reached for my phone, scrolled to the photo, and stopped cold.It was gone.For a moment, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. I stepped out of the jacuzzi, water
—Eloise—My breath caught.“Is that supposed to make me say yes?”His eyes dropped briefly to my lips before returning to mine.“No. It's supposed to make you understand why I'm not walking away this time.”The word landed with terrifying simplicity.I stared at him, searching his face for a trace of mockery, but there was none. And somehow, that frightened me more than the threat of losing Damian's shares.I turned to leave.“You have three days to decide whether you'll honor your brother's wager.”I slowed to a halt, my fingers tightening around my bag. Fury coursed through me as I faced him again.“What about your wife, huh?” I approached him. “Is she aware you're planning to marry someone else?”He blinked. “My wife?”“The woman I saw you with.”I fumbled inside my bag for my phone, pulled it out, and tapped the screen. After a few swipes, I found the photo I'd seen that morning and held it out to him.Caleb glanced at the screen and his face changed.Without hesitation, he pulle
—Eloise—I broke into a chuckle, then a laugh that reverberated through the room.My family stared at me, caught between shock and confusion.No one laughed.My smile faded as I looked from my brothers to my father, then to my mother clutching the pearls around her neck, waiting for someone to tell me this was some elaborate joke.“You're kidding me, right?” I asked. “Did you just ask me to marry the same boy who broke my heart a few years ago?”“People change, Eloise.”“Shut up, Damian.” I pointed at him. “You're the last person I want to listen to right now.”“You have every right to be upset,” Mother said.“No.” I shook my head. “I'll need to speak with my lawyer.”My father dragged a hand over his face, the anger in his expression giving way to something closer to exhaustion.“If Caleb takes this to the authorities,” he said, “Damian could face criminal charges.”My gaze snapped to Damian.He might've been a pain in the ass since we were kids, but the last thing I wanted was to se
—Eloise—I slowly opened my eyes to the morning light as memories of last night came rushing back. I rolled onto my back, not wanting to leave the bed.Caleb.His face. His voice. The way he'd looked at me after all these years, as though seeing me again hadn't stirred something in him.Seven years, and somehow, one night had been enough to make me feel everything I thought I'd buried.Groaning, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and made my way to the dresser. I was still wearing my party clothes and shoes. After arriving home late, I'd simply removed my jewelry before collapsing onto the bed.I stared at my reflection for a moment before kicking off my shoes and reaching for the zipper of my dress. The fabric pooled around my feet, and my gaze landed on the stupid matching tattoo Caleb and I had gotten together a few months before he embarrassed me in front of everyone.It was a small crescent moon intertwined with a star, inked just below my hip. He'd said the moon and star b
—Caleb—I hadn't expected seeing Eloise would affect me.The moment I stepped into the hall and our eyes met, every memory I'd spent years trying to bury came rushing back.She looked different. Stronger. Guarded. More beautiful.And she still had the same effect on me.I looked away because pretending she didn't exist was easier than facing what I'd done.But when she walked to the bar, my attention followed her.Excusing myself from the group I was with, I made my way to her.I'd wanted to talk to her tonight, to explain what happened back then, but she told me tonight wasn't the night.So I didn't argue.I walked away and tried to lose myself in another glass of champagne, watching her over the rim of my glass as she left the party.Damian approached me.“Coming with us?”“To where?”“The casino.”I frowned. “Why?”He chuckled, slapping my shoulder. “Come on. Would you rather go to a strip club?”Damian was the last person I should trust.Still, I followed him.We stepped through t
—Eloise—The world seemed to blur around me until all I could hear was the frantic pounding of my heart.Caleb Holt.My first love. The boy who had broken my heart. The stranger I had spent seven years trying to forget.He crossed the courtyard with the same steady confidence I remembered, one hand tucked into his pocket as he approached the entrance.The helicopter disappeared into the night behind him.“Who is that?”“Isn't that Caleb Holt?”A few faces turned toward me.My fingers tightened around the glass.“I heard Forbes named him one of the most influential businessmen in America last month,” a voice nearby said.The doors opened and Caleb stepped into the hall. Almost immediately, people gathered around him.Caleb handled each greeting with an easy smile, remembering names, shaking hands, and accepting congratulations.His gaze swept across the crowd and found mine.For years, I'd imagined what it would feel like to see him again. I had imagined anger. Indifference. Maybe even







