Bridgerton Cast Eloise Novels & Stories

Eloise stepped inside. She wore a simple pale-blue dress, her hair braided neatly down her back, a basket tucked in the crook of her arm. She looked healthier than the last time I’d seen her, and stronger. Grounded. Yet her eyes still carried that quiet sadness, the kind grief leaves behind even when healing begins. She bowed politely. “Alpha. Luna.” “You’re always welcome,” Damon said, though his tone remained guarded. Eloise hesitated, then looked to me. “I came because… I thought you should know what’s being said.”

Maybe they could also focus on custom-made perfumes. “What?” Lily was confused. “Do you know who just called?” George clasped his hands and continued, "I don’t know if you’ve heard of the name of the actress who had previously won the Best Actress award, Eloise Neville. She was a superstar before getting married into the Tanner family.” Lily was surprised before admitting, “Yes, I’ve heard of her.” Not only had she heard of Eloise, Lily even knew about her relationship with Nathaniel, but…why was she calling them?

she mumbled, staring at the ground. " No, it's ok. We can discuss about the stuff now. Go close the door Eloise " I replied and she nodded, going to close the door and rushing back to have a seat. "Ma'am," Eloise began, her voice filled with curiosity, "is Adrian your husband?" I turned to her, surprised by her question. "No, Eloise, he's not. Why do you ask?" Eloise's cheeks flushed slightly. "Well, it's just that I saw him kissing you earlier and he called you his wife. I thought maybe..."

One thing was extremely clear; this woman wasn't just any secretary, she was Lancelot's mate. Her eyes narrowed at Roxanne immediately she sensed it. She picked up the glass of red wine in front of her and turned her gaze to Lancelot. He was focused on the chicken wings in front of him. A knowing smile appeared on Eloise's face; something was definitely going on. And she couldn't wait to watch it unravel.

"You're the one parading your exes like trophies, Eloise. Maybe next time, invite the whole damn lineup. We can turn this into a reunion." Alex held up his hands in mock surrender, his smirk still firmly in place. "Easy, man No need to get territorial. Eloise isn't a possession you can put on a shelf. By the way Eloise, you didn't inform me that you got a husband now?" "It's all over the news. Thought you heard. I'm really sorry. " She apologized. My jaw clenched so hard it hurt. I was moments away from launching into a tirade when Eloise stepped between us, her hands planted firmly on my chest.

"I'll make this clear one more time—I will spend the rest of my life loving Eloise and no one else. She's the only one I'll marry. But there's no way I'll let Sonia die without doing anything to stop it!" Eloise felt like she'd been hit by a truck. For someone who claimed to love her, what Jonathan was doing now proved that he was still in love with Sonia and couldn't stop thinking about her. So what did that make Eloise? What would become of the sacrifice she'd made for him and their relationship all these years? Eloise was born as the real heiress of the Jensen family, but she'd been swapped at birth with Sonia. By the time Eloise reunited with the Jensens, Sonia and Jonathan were already

CALANTHA “You two know each other?” I asked, zipping up my bag and glancing at them. “Uh… yeah,” Eloise replied, her voice soft and a little breathy. The smile on her face hadn’t faded, and her eyes were still on Bradley. “We met at the ball the other night. He was… aggressively flirting with the balcony railing.” Bradley chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “You didn’t have to call me out like that.”

But then I saw her. Eloise. She walked in with Noel by her side, the smug bastard looking far too comfortable in her presence. And trailing just behind them was Edmund, the man who seemed to take pride in orchestrating everyone’s lives, including hers. But it wasn’t just the company she kept that had my blood boiling—it was her. The way she moved, confident and poised, as if she owned the entire room. Her dress was breathtaking, perfectly tailored to hug every curve, showcasing not just her beauty but her strength. The fabric clung to her like a second skin, but what truly caught everyone’s attention was the art etched into her flesh. Her tattoos, usually hidden, were now on full display, a

Her dress perfectly tailored to her slender figure. A woman who belonged to his world. “Mother, I’d like you to meet Eloise,” Nigel said, turning to face her. “She’s my fiancée.” Eloise bowed slightly, a charming smile on her lips. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Mrs. Harris. Nigel has told me so much about you.” Mrs. Harris offered a polite smile, but Ryse noticed the fleeting glint in the lady of the house’s eyes. An unreadable glint, perhaps even a hint of disappointment.

Lorenzo followed her gaze, and for one moment, the world seemed to shift beneath his feet. Augusto Monteiro. And beside him… Eloise. Her dress looked as though it had been sewn directly onto her body. Rubies shimmered beneath the golden light, and her gaze remained proud despite the tension hidden within it. Lorenzo’s heart beat faster. Nicole tightened her grip around his arm in shock. “Cousin Eloise?” she murmured, caught between disbelief and resentment. Across the room, Eloise had also seen them. The subtle smile on her face disappeared the instant her eyes met Lorenzo’s.