Eleanor Bonneville Novels & Stories

They sprang apart just in time. “Eleanor,” Sebastian said smoothly, standing. “This is unexpected.” Eleanor’s sharp blue eyes flicked from her husband to Vivienne and back. Her smile was ice. “Darling. I thought we should discuss the upcoming anniversary gala. And I wanted to meet the famous Vivienne Hale everyone is talking about.” Her gaze lingered on Vivienne’s slightly swollen lips and the faint hickey barely concealed by her collar. “You’ve certainly grown up.” Vivienne lifted her chin. “Mrs. Vale. A pleasure.”

she finalizes, then passes the phone back to me with a loud huff, crossing her arms over her chest and staring out the window. "I'm sorry, Miss, but Mr. Wellington ordered..." Carlton begins. "As my woman requested, he keeps his post," I cut him off. Eleanor’s head whips back toward me, a massive, brilliant grin breaking across her face. She looks stunning. "Sure, Mr. Wellington," Carlton replies. "And Carlton," I add. "With you, sir." "This should be the last time you disobey her," I state coldly. Eleanor’s eyes widen, her arms dropping heavily to her thighs.

​He slowly turned his head, his cold, grey eyes finally locking onto Ellie. ​"Eleanor Hart," Arthur murmured, his tone dripping with a calculated, public pity. "An opportunist from a bankrupt family. A woman who left London with a payout, spent four years hiding in Paris, and has now crawled back into my grandson's bed the exact moment his succession was guaranteed." ​A collective murmur rippled through the independent shareholders. Victoria smiled thinly, tapping her pen against her folder.

"Eleanor will be interviewing for that team soon.” Now both of them had left their table and were standing beside mine. My stomach dropped. He'd noticed me. Of course he'd noticed me. How long had I been staring like some creepy stalker? I didn't know what I would say if they asked to sit here. "Eleanor, this is Charlie," Sebastian continued, gesturing to the woman. "My assistant. The one you've been corresponding with." "Oh." I blinked at her, my brain trying to reconcile the efficient, businesslike emails with this elegant woman. "I'm so sorry, I thought—based on the tone and the name, I assumed you were—"

Just as the darkness was about to swallow her completely and she was on the verge of losing all consciousness, a pair of expensive, gleaming, handmade designer high heels came to a silent stop in front of her. The heel nudged Eleanor's filthy body lightly as if poking at something repulsive. It was a small movement full of disgust and impatience. A cool, pleasant voice of a woman with arrogance came from above her head. "Still alive?" Vivian Winds bent down. The hands inside her top-grade lambskin gloves pinched Eleanor's dirty chin with disgust. She studied the once stunning face, now utterly ruined, and clicked her tongue, as if she were looking over a piece of merchandise.

As Helen's face reddened, Eleanor took another sip of her tea and continued casually, "I've never been one to interfere in other people's family matters, but Rafael is my nephew. After his great service to the country, why should he be forced to marry Carissa when there are so many noble young women in the capital? If you had invited Carissa today, I wouldn't have come. A woman like her, who can't even tolerate a husband taking a concubine, is too narrow-minded for my taste." Eleanor lifted her gaze to scan the other noble ladies present. "Remember my words. Some people are worth associating with, while others should be avoided to prevent catching their petty airs and ending up with a reputa

But, seeing how Cindy mowas able to keep her motherly instincts and cravings in check, and how her emotions were stable even after meeting them, Sophie was relieved. Eleanor was dressed in her favorite Sapphire green body con gown. She had a very light make-up on her face. Even the jewelries she wore were her everyday accessory; a Jade pendant from her mother, a bracelet she had always worn from junior high school, a pair of ear studs and a simple black wristwatch. Yet, she stood out from the crowd of overdressed rich people. She had always had a natural beauty that never lost its glow. Cassie was glad that no one had noticed them in their 'private' corner since they arrived. At least, they

"Vivian is such a beautiful name. Serena, I haven't met the right person in all these years. I truly envy you—married to someone like Mr. Blackwood and mother to such an adorable child." The envy in her voice was genuine, even if it masked deeper jealousy. "You'll meet someone perfect for you too," Serena responded kindly, clearly pleased by the compliment. "There's nothing to envy." When dinner was ready, Eleanor finally emerged from her study. Her sharp eyes immediately assessed Olivia, noting the careful styling and expensive accessories. Being something of a fashion connoisseur herself, Eleanor immediately recognized the scent hanging in the air. "Serena mentioned you have a good job now

Just for a second. "Ahem." The sound snapped me back like a rubber band. I pulled away, blinking as if waking from a dream, and finally noticed her. Eleanor stood just inside the doorway, watching us with the smug amusement of someone who knew she wasn’t welcome but didn’t care. She was dressed in a sleek navy-blue pantsuit that fit her like it was tailored just for her, emphasizing the slender curves of her body. The blazer was left unbuttoned, revealing a silk camisole beneath it. Her blonde hair, styled in a flawless bob, framed her face—sharp cheekbones, piercing blue eyes, and lips painted in a deep, wine-red shade that made her look both intimidating and effortlessly elegant.

Paris warned with her french American ascent resonating in Eleanor's room. "Finn, the Wingham heels!" She clapped and the blonde guy standing near the closet bringing out a pair of black heels. She called them 'Debbie Wingham heels' and Eleanor's eyes lit up. Five minutes, Paris was done thanking me for bringing a beau such as Eleanor to be dressed by her.