Eleanor Bonneville Novels & Stories

“Did he ever tell you about the women in his life?” “I’m not interested-” “You should be.” She lifted her chin. “Your mother, for example.” My heart thudded painfully. “Leave my mother out of this.” “Oh, but she was never out of it,” Elise said softly. “Eleanor Jones. Pretty, sharp, and loyal to a fault. The perfect candidate.” “For what?” “An affair with a powerful man.” The air vanished from the room. I shook my head. “You’re lying, I know you are.”

a soft, fragile voice drifted from the edge of the dais. The crowd parted once more, their eyes shifting to Eleanor Vane. She stood tall, her simple grey silk gown draped over her thin shoulders, her silver-white hair catching the light. She looked pale, but her sapphire eyes held a quiet, terrifying clarity that seemed to freeze the room. She walked down the steps of the dais slowly, her soft slippers silent on the marble, stopping just behind Elena.

Eleanor had taken full control of the decorations like her life depended on it, and honestly, nobody dared to fight her on it. After everything that woman had survived, betrayal, secrets that almost tore the family apart, cancer that nearly took her away, she deserved this joy. She moved around the estate with a glow Clara had not seen in a longtime . Not the fake brave smile she used to wear when things were falling apart. This was real happiness. “I want ivory roses, not white,” Eleanor insisted one afternoon, waving a sample bouquet in the air. “White is too plain. My daughter is not plain.” Clara laughed from the couch. “Mum, I promise I will still get married even if the roses are white

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.

“How long I stood in the dark while she played the devoted little wife and poured our wine.” “Let them wonder.” Geoffrey’s mouth brushed the shell of her ear. “The truth is uglier than anything they could invent. She was a tool useful, disposable, trained to break in exactly the way we needed. You were the prize I kept hidden until the tool had finished its work. And tools, once broken, get thrown away. I am done pretending she was ever anything more.” Eleanor descended the sweeping staircase as the song ended, Priscilla trailing behind her like a perfectly dressed shadow. The older woman kissed Vivienne on both cheeks with theatrical warmth that fooled no one who mattered.

"You spent four days locked in a coastal suite with this tramp while our wedding invitations were being mailed? You threw away our families' union, you threw away the deep-water shipping alliance, for a nameless beggar who looks like she crawled out of a sewer?" She marched straight into the salon, raising a long, manicured hand to point furiously at Sienna. Sienna flinched, pulling her shoulders back against the cushions and lowering her eyes to the carpet, pressing one hand against her aching ribs as a dry cough shook her chest. She said nothing. "Genevieve." Eleanor's voice rang out from the top of the grand staircase, cold, sharp, and absolute. The matriarch descended with measured grace

***** Andrea was already getting tired,she was really happy about what Mrs Seth promise to provide for them. But come to think of it,She and Lisa had no mother to take of them neither did they have any guardian look after them. But now the mother and the wife of two Charming Billonaire,had came to promise them that she would take care of everything they need. It was really a great opportunity that even a poor man would ask for. So Andrea was so happy that she kept thinking of it over and over again...it was really surprising and shocking to her. After all, she wasn't expecting such opportunity from a rich billionaire..

The rich stay rich by keeping everything that makes them rich. ✾ Ebony skin, thick black curly hair, and dark brown doe eyes. The woman in front of me can almost pass as Eleanor, however, she doesn’t. She doesn’t even come close. If you probably ask someone who barely knows Eleanor, she might say that this was her, probably why Max said she might be the person I was looking for. However, with someone like me who knows Eleanor almost most of her lifetime, I can tell for a fact that this wasn’t her. Plus, she didn’t have Eleanor’s signature mole under her right eye.

"Oh? There's something valuable in there, too? Too bad. Someone else paid more than you." He leaned close and whispered, "Mrs. Luther, next time, remember not to offend the wrong people." Eleanor's pupils shrank. Was it Winona, or was it… Before she could finish the thought, she was hauled up and thrown down a staircase. Her body tumbled over the cold concrete steps, her bones feeling as though they were shattering piece by piece as agony consumed her. In the final moments before everything went black, she faintly heard the leader making an impatient phone call.

Her voice was too quick, too sharp, betraying her. Ava didn’t notice. “Where do they live? You should go to them in person. Eleanor’s using proxies to gather delegated votes. You don’t want to lose that share.” Madison forced her voice steady. “Yeah. I’ll check into it.” Across town, Eleanor leaned back in her chair, her assistant hovering nervously by her desk. “A cooking teacher?” Eleanor repeated, her brow arched. “Yes,” the assistant replied. “She goes by Clare. Teaches a cooking class, very popular among wealthy wives.”