Bridgerton Books Eloise Novels & Stories

Aaron and Elena were walking through the entrance hall together. Elena's arm was loosely wrapped around Aaron's. They looked… comfortable. Like two people who had done this many times before. Elena noticed Elara first. Her eyes lifted toward the staircase. A slow smile spread across her lips. "Well," she said softly. "Looks like the bride is still awake." Aaron glanced up. For a brief moment, his eyes met Elara's. There was no guilt there. No apology. Only a mild acknowledgment. Elena's smile widened.

Chapter Ten Adrian's POV I slowly gulped down the last of the drink in the bottle, letting the warmth of the alcohol burn down my throat. It did nothing to ease the heaviness in my chest. If anything, the silence that followed made everything worse. It had only been a few days since Eleanor signed the divorce papers. A few days since she walked out of my life. It was what I had wanted, wasn't it? I had spent months convincing myself that I no longer loved her, that whatever we had between us had already died long before either of us had the courage to admit it. I had wanted the divorce. I had been the one who allowed everything to get to that point.

The spotlight shifted, and soon Racheal and Ariella entered the hall. I was momentarily breathless as I caught sight of Racheal. She wore a stunning white dress that hugged her curves perfectly, the back dipping low and accentuating her figure. It was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra, and the glimmering crystals adorning the gown highlighted her hips beautifully. Ariella mirrored her mother’s elegance in a flared dress, complete with Tinkerbell wings that added a whimsical touch.

Collins staggered, clutching his face, shame and pain mingling in his expression. The door flung wide. Eloise swept in, draped in luxury, her presence heavy with perfume and authority. Her gaze brushed over Collins like he was dirt on her heel. With a flick of her hand, she shoved him aside. He stumbled, tears springing unbidden as she sneered. “This wouldn’t even cover a day’s treatment.” His voice broke before he fled, humiliated. “Pathetic.” Victoria adjusted her sleeve, never sparing him another glance. Eloise settled herself into an armchair, poise flawless, like a queen waiting for court. “It’s your big day. Don’t let the pests rattle you.”

I didn't know if she would really come down, but I hoped she would, and she did. A part of me felt angry and stupid when she walked down the stairs. She had changed into a long summer shirt and a pants trouser. Very decent looking, but I didn't like that. I prefer seeing her in the hot lingerie from earlier. Fuck, Ignatio. You know this is better. Eloise didn't say a word, but just walked to the chair and settled down. She picked her cutleries up immediately and digged into the food without being asked. My jaws clenched, because I want to hold her and spank her for being so naughty and disobedient. But no, that would only make things worse between us.

CHAPTER 5: Not a social invitation “I suggest you change. We leave in twenty minutes,” I added, about heading up the stairs. There was no sound of movement behind me. Only silence. Then I heard the sound of something drop. I turned around and sure enough, Madelyn was still standing at the same spot. And the dress that Julia had handed her was now on the floor. “Nicole Bomer? They got married?” Her voice was level. But her expression was a mask of disbelief, which soon gave way to anger.

"She's in Paris. With him." "The one she loves?" He nods. "A photographer. Someone who sees the world differently." His smile is bittersweet. "I'm happy for her." "Really?" "Really. Because last night made me realize something - I want what she has. Someone who chose me, not my name or my money." My heart pounds. "Henry..." The door chimes. A familiar voice cuts through the coffee shop. "Well, isn't this cozy?" Beatrice Everett stands there, looking elegant and deadly. Behind her, James smirks.

“Well said, my boy. A man who values his wife values his home.” Elisa wanted to protest—wanted to scream that these easy words, these gentle gestures, were almost too much to bear after so many weeks of doubt and secrecy. And yet, a part of her heart softened, yearning desperately to believe this new Leonard was real. Rebecca coaxed her into a walk through the gardens later, their gowns brushing against the blooming hedges, the late autumn air crisp but pleasant. “You seem brighter today,” Rebecca noted, her keen eyes observing every flicker of Elisa’s expression.

Elowen POV. Monday morning started at four thirty AM. I stood in front of my bathroom mirror, transforming back into the ghost wearing a brown wig pinned so tight it made my scalp ache, a shapeless gray suit that swallowed every curve, and black-framed glasses. Elowen Roberts, Nick's new temporary secretary. Vivienne had said on Friday during the training session, just until she could return after the baby. I arrived at Aurelian Group at five thirty. The executive floor was empty, silent except for the hum of fluorescent lights. I used my new keycard to access Nick's office.

“When you were born, Dad and Marco loved you. Too much. They swore you’d be their little princess.” “I didn’t allow it.” Her eyes glittered with madness. “I’m the princess of this family. You were a threat.” “So I pulled out Mom’s oxygen tube after her surgery.” “I made them think she died because of you.” My knees nearly buckled. “What…?” “You… you killed Mom?” “She was innocent!” “So?” Valentina shrugged. “And I’ll take the rest of your life too.” “Today’s wedding is only the beginning.” “I’ll show you what real despair tastes like.”