Bridgerton Cast Eloise Novels & Stories

Grandchildren. But I'm just not that type to be interested in any liaison. So I'd probably be stuck with him for a longer while. "I would have checked," Eloise retorted, throwing her hands up, "but you were so confident you had to ask me for the car first." "So you’d take anyone’s word just like that?" I raised an eyebrow, incredulous. Eloise rolled her eyes, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You said you were Mr. Luciano. I should have known when you wore those ridiculous crocs with a perfectly tailored suit."

"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

If we're not clothes shopping, then what are we doing here? Eloise gave a soft laugh and led me straight to the lingerie section. I froze. “Oh no.” “Oh yes.” She smiled. “I saw the way Lachlan wrapped his arm around you. I almost told you two to get a room.” “Oh no. He's—” The thought of picking out seductive pieces made my face flush. Eloise went through the rack and brought out a set of black net lingerie. “Oh. You must try these. This is amazing.”

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.”

I leaned against the marble pillar in the courtyard, watching Ruby storm off, her ponytail slicing through the air like she was cutting ties with every step. Gabrielle stood stiffly beside Lindsay, still fuming, her perfect nails trembling around her phone. The whole picture made me want to laugh. They were so predictable — all of them. Except her. Eloise Perkins. While everyone else was busy performing, she somehow managed to exist quietly. She didn’t seem built for this world of staged perfection, of trophies and gold-trimmed secrets. That’s probably why she intrigued me so much — she wasn’t trying to be one of us.

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

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.

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.