Novel & Cerita Eleanor Bonneville

she's a cousin of Drew and Atticus. I straightened my back and was quiet while observing her. I already wore the exquisite dress that she exclusively made for me. The dress was made for the Royals, but she enchance the design to fit into Monde Corporation's event. The materials were not cheap. The strands, beads, and even the pearls were natural. The sparks, like diamonds, were made of moissanite. She noticed me eyeing her behind me as I faced the life-size mirror. When our eyes met at the reflection, her eyebrow raised. She has frigid eyes, and for her to smile may cost you something in return.

“She’ll smell blood in the water before she even sees it.” Just then, the doorbell rang, and my heart nearly stopped. Julian, on the other hand, beckoned towards the living room. As soon as he opened it, Eleanor Cross walked in with the grace of someone who owned the place. She rivaled Julian in height with the heels she wore. Her peppermint hair had been pulled back into an elegant bun, accentuating the diamonds on her collar. “My darling.” She embraced Julian, giving him a kiss on both cheeks. He had a small smile on his face. “It’s good to see you, Mother.”

In her own mind, she warned Benjamin from ever coming in front of her daughter’s way of happiness. It was the next day. The sun rose with a bright shine falling on the Harper Mansion. It was a busy day in the kitchen as some maids rushed forth to prepare breakfast for Tom, Eliza and Eleanor. Eleanor was sitting at the dining table with an adventure fiction book fascinating her eyes. Whenever she got a chance, she would spend the time to finish reading all the books she had in her possession before renting out new ones. She was wearing a navy blue long sleeve top with a plaid red skirt which was her school’s uniform. Her hair was neatly combed with a red band holding it in place and her bangs

"Perfect timing! Sansa, dear, come sit. I have an announcement to make." I narrowed my eyes. "What kind of announcement?" "Oh, nothing too dramatic," Eleanor said, sipping her tea. "Martha! Bring in the gift." The maid entered a moment later, wheeling in a large canvas covered by a velvet cloth. "This," Eleanor said grandly, "is my gift to you, Winston, darling. A portrait to remind you of your so-called perfect daughter-in-law." What?! What was she talking about?! She whipped the cloth off the canvas.

That confidence lasted exactly twelve seconds, right up until I saw his mother. Eleanor Vale was grace in human form. Sleek silver hair, diamonds like frost, and the kind of posture that said she’d been judging people since birth. She stood near the grand piano, holding a glass of wine, looking both elegant and… slightly terrifying. “Mother,” Ronan said smoothly. “This is Sarra.” Her eyes swept over me once, polite but cool. “Sarra. Finally.” I smiled. “It’s so lovely to meet you, Mrs. Vale. You have a beautiful home.”

She raised an eyebrow at Lily, "I doubt my cousin would ever marry you." Even the usually patient Lily couldn't help but react. But someone else was quicker to anger, their voice loud and forthright: "Who marries our Lily is none of your business. Mind your manners!" Eleanor Brown emerged in her wedding dress, instantly captivating everyone present. It was a masterpiece by a renowned designer on the verge of retirement, a one-of-a-kind, handcrafted creation. Wearing it, Eleanor exuded an unrivaled aura of innate pride and defiance. Isabella de Valois, caught off guard by the blunt remark, changed her expression instantly.

Nathan said gently. “Yes,” she replied, voice steady, “I do.” He studied her face for a moment. “You’re not going there as the wounded daughter, or the girl they tried to destroy.” She met his gaze. “No. I’m going as the woman who survived them all.” The villa in Monaco was precisely what Anita expected of Eleanor—opulence disguised as taste. Marble steps. Classical columns. A sea view so vast it felt like an illusion. Eleanor was waiting on the terrace, a glass of white wine in hand, her icy composure untouched by the scandal that had rocked her world. She wore white, as if she could bleach away the sins.

Another message from Ken. Ken: I’m blocking you after this. Do not contact me. Steve chuckled lowly, palming his heavy cock through his slacks. “Try it, baby. See how far that gets you.” The elevator dinged. Eleanor Vanderbilt swept in like a queen. At fifty-eight, with her impeccable silver-streaked hair and a presence that could make billionaires flinch, she commanded the room instantly. She took one look at her son and sighed. “Steven. You rejected Camille Harrington again. The girl is perfect—old money, discreet, and fertile. Exactly what this family needs to project strength.”

Annabelle said softly to Eleanor, who had tears in her eyes but was strong enough not to break down. "It's okay... I just don't know why she hates me that much," she pressed her trembling lips tightly. Mother gave me a look and nodded toward Eleanor, instructing me to take care of her. I rolled my eyes, leaned over, and kissed Eleanor on the cheek. "Are you okay?" I whispered. "I am," she smiled. "Don't cry, Auntie Eleanor," JK, Victoria's eldest son, told her. My parents looked really proud. Eleanor smiled widely.

Every time a man tried to pull him away for a business chat he simply tightened his grip on my hand and told them that his schedule was permanently booked. Eleanor Thorne appeared from the shadows of a marble pillar looking like a queen who had just discovered a revolution was happening in her own backyard. She wore a dress that cost more than a small apartment and a smile that was as sharp and cold as a shard of industrial ice. "I see you have decided to turn a private matter into a public spectacle without consulting the family PR firm first," she said with a voice like a velvet whip.