Bridgerton Books Eloise Novels & Stories

Montes and wouldn’t be so easily fooled. Back in the banquet hall, Eloise stayed for a short while before deciding to leave. But just as she was about to go, Elaine called her over to the lounge. “What did you and Zedrix talk about?” Elaine’s tone was sharp, her gaze piercing. “Eloise, are you regretting marrying Cosmo? Is that why you’re trying to steal Zedrix from me?” “No,” Eloise answered flatly. She had no idea how Elaine found out about their conversation, but it was clear she had been watching her closely.

“Careful at the party, Evelyn. Don’t trip over your gown—or the story you’re selling.” My breath hitched, but I forced my voice steady. “Better to pretend than to be empty.” The words slipped out before I could stop them. For a heartbeat, Eloise’s smile faltered. Just a crack, but enough. Then she smoothed it over, her tone dripping sweet venom. “You’ll see Adrian there too. He and I were invited, naturally. The Andersons never forget their favorites.” Adrian. The name slammed through me, leaving me reeling. Eloise gave a satisfied smirk, tossed her hair, and swept toward the fitting rooms, the click of her heels echoing long after she vanished.

Ellison grabbed Eloise’s wrist and pinned her to the seat. He saw the look in Eloise’s eyes and knew she wasn’t joking. “Let go of my hand, Ellison.” Eloise’s eyes showed no emotion. Her voice was icy cold. “Lady, what are you angry about? "I don’t understand. "I really think you’re beautiful. "I don’t understand why you’re so upset.” Ellison felt a stabbing pain in his heart. He wasn’t playing games. Why did it feel like she thought he was? “Do you like flirting with women?” Eloise replied. Her words were like a dagger. Was she really beautiful? Didn’t she know what she looked like?

Their reconciliation came really quick. “Wow. Congrats.” I tried to sound chirpy, but I don't believe it was working. “Yeah.” Duke took a sip of wine. “Eloise and I talked things out while I made her drink. Well, she had an argument with me, but it's not anything we couldn't resolve. She even had new lingerie on.” “Lingerie?” So she actually took Amelia shopping. “Yup. Eloise has a fetish for lingerie, and I hear she helped Amelia get lots of those. She told her she saw a spark between both of you and didn't want it to die. Can you believe that?”

she muttered with a small laugh. Just then, her phone chimed again. A message notification popped up on the screen. It was from Alex. He had sent the address of his house. Eloise checked the message and got up from her bed. She walked toward her wardrobe, feeling a sudden urge to dress top-notch for her visit. Her fingers ran across her set of clothes, lingering on her favorite pieces. She loved small, skimpy outfits that highlighted her figure. Then her hand landed on a long black gown, skimpy and elegant. She pulled it out and carried it toward the bed.

In the end, she did what she wanted and I couldn’t do shit about it. The red short dress barely reaching her knees, and she’s fucking wearing heels, why? Why does she have to look so tempting, especially in a group setting, when I’m surrounded by people? She does it on purpose, doesn’t she? Marching forward with caution, she settled down next to me, the spot that had always been vacant, saved exclusively for her. “I'm sure a lot of questions are running through your head so, let’s start with the basic ones.” Taking lead like always, she commanded lacing her voice with a hint of arrogance. “I'm Agatha Eldorado, Kai’s grandmother---”

After that, we went back to our respective rooms to get ready for school. The island also has a school where only selected people are allowed to enroll - rich people. First and second-generation rich kids to be specific as far as my knowledge serves me right. "Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce to you our new student, Chloie Clarkson. To those who think she comes from a wealthy family like you, no she isn't. However, she works at the Bridgerton's mansion as the young master's new nanny." says our professor. "So, let's all welcome her with a round of applause."

Loretta exclaimed, holding up the elegant watch for everyone to admire. My stomach dropped. That was the same gift I had chosen. I’d entrusted Victor to find the perfect piece, and now it seemed Sarah had beaten me to it—or worse, stolen the idea. “Only the best suits a woman of your status, Mother.” Mother? Oh wow. She already made herself a family. I turned to go, but Sarah's words stopped me. Sarah turned to me, her smile syrupy and condescending. “Oh, I guess you’re Yasmin,” she cooed, feigning innocence. “You brought a gift too? How thoughtful. Why don’t you give it to Loretta?”