Novel & Cerita Bridgerton Books Eloise

" I know right? Since when? ''I just wanted you to know that I prayed for you while you were gone and I think you're such a hero for....'' Unable to pretend to stand the fake gesture, I cut in. ''Maybe don't remind her of something she obviously isn't trying to remember'' Eloise gave me a grateful look but I pretended not to see. I was not her friend and I didn't want her getting the wrong idea. ''Ugh, Hi, Gabrielle. I didn't see you there'' I wore a fake smile. ''Of course you didn't'' ''I'm actually surprised that you and Eloise are getting close. It's not really a bad idea seeing the potential that she has'' ''Potential that I have?" Eloise asked. ''Why, yes, Ellie. You have gotten so pop

Now they were professionally mounted, highlighted by golden lighting, her name elegantly printed at the bottom of each frame. My throat tightened. I had missed all of this. Every step of her growth. Time passed slowly. The assistant brought me a glass of water, which I barely touched. Then, at last, I heard the soft clack of heels against the tiled floor. My head shot up. Eloise walked in with a tablet in one hand and her phone in the other. She wore wide-legged ivory trousers and a black silk blouse tucked neatly at the waist, her curly hair pulled back in a sleek bun. She looked… god, she looked like a diva.

There was only one person that she could always talk to in that family, but couldn't anymore. Eloise tears her eyes away from the empty space of her bookshelf that contains the Little Women book and her eyes land on her cousin. She shook her head and gave him an innocent smile. She tied her hair into a low bun as she wore the copper wire bracelet. “I'm fine. Just anxious for school and worried if I might pass or incredibly fail.” she replied before walking over to her wardrobe and grabbing a leather jacket.

Weston Thayer stood at the shadow-drenched edge of the marquee, a glass of neat scotch heavy in his hand, watching his new wife work the room. She was a master at this game. Eloise was absolutely breathtaking tonight. The heavy diamond necklace around her throat caught the light with every breath she took, but her expression was even sharper than the stones. She moved through the crowd of dirty politicians, tech billionaires, and ancient, snobbish families with perfect grace. She knew exactly when to smile warmly to win someone over, and when to freeze them out with a look. She laughed at a painfully dull joke made by a senator, tilted her head in perfect mock sympathy for a weeping duchess,

Her presence is still etched into my consciousness with a clarity that defies my own emotionless veneer, a contradiction, a melody that stirs the dormant strings of my being. Eloise’s dark hair cascades like silk over her shoulders, and her steps are short, imbued with worry. Her gaze has a hint of uncertainty, a vulnerability that pirouettes within the depths of her hazel eyes. She steps closer, her bare feet padding softly against the floor, her presence a juxtaposition of powerlessness amidst the trappings of Alpha Braxton’s authority. "Braxton," her voice is a whisper, tinged with a blend of determination and affection. "I didn’t mean to hear nor to interrupt your conversation, but can I

The car was waiting at the gates. Brianna walked through the foyer with Dawson's hand still in hers, her bag over her shoulder, the gray dress moving against her legs. She could feel Declan watching from the study doorway. She did not look at him. Eloise was standing at the front door. She had changed clothes since the morning. A silk blouse. Tailored pants. Diamond studs in her ears that Brianna had never seen before. She looked like a woman who belonged in this house. She looked like a stranger.

“If my memory serves my right, wasn’t your daughter a mistress in the beginning? Oh, and I hear that the original wife whose marriage she went in between, Madeline Crawford? I heard we look almost the same. Perhaps that’s why you’re speaking to me in such a tone, Mrs. Montgomery?” Eloise’s expression immediately darkened. “What are you talking about? My daughter has never gone in between anyone’s marriage. Madeline Crawford was the shameless one who climbed into my son-in-law’s bed. Meredith and Jeremy would have had a happy family long ago if it were not for her!”

“I’ve known Finch for years. If what you’re saying is true...” Eloise touches his arm lightly, her eyes full of sincerity. “I wouldn’t mention it if I weren’t genuinely concerned. Our reputation is everything, and associating with someone whose integrity is in question could be disastrous.” The men nod slowly, clearly considering her words. Stanley watches Eloise, mesmerized by how effortlessly she plays her role. Her beauty and intellect shine brightly, captivating the entire table. Even he, knowing it’s an act, finds himself drawn to her in a way he hasn’t felt in years.

she said with a bit of angst. “You’re a beautiful woman who is my daughter,” he grumbled. Smiling, she went behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I will be fine, pop,” she said in a soft tone as she kissed the top of his balding head. “Trust me.” “Well, you must eat before you go,” Viviane insisted as she stood up to prepare a plate for Eliza. A strong appreciator of breakfast, Eliza was surprised to realize that she wasn’t the least bit hungry. In fact, she felt full.

ISABELLA'S POV “Kingston Heiress Marries Assistant.” “Power Move or Scandal?” “Who is Elion Darwin?” I could barely hold back the smile that was on my face as I flipped through the channels. Elion wasn't beside me when I woke up, and he wasn't complaining like I thought he would. I could barely hold myself back from checking the news channels, and yes, it was exactly what I had been hoping for. It was too perfectly timed. At the back of my head, I could already see Daniel's jaw popping as he watched the news.