Eleanor Bonneville の小説・ストーリー

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.”

“Where is that bitch Flora?” “Here.” Melissa herself emerges from the crowd, silencing everyone around them. Zane is there in the background, but he doesn’t come with her, confident that she will be able to handle it herself. Seeing the smirk on his face makes Eleanor more bitter. “Well, it’s nice of you to show up,” Eleanor says, her other eye twitching. “Did it feel good, when you stole all my guests and got them to attend your event instead? I had them months in advance! How much did your billionaire boyfriend pay for them, huh?”

He wore a gray tuxedo and he walked with the dangerous grace of a panther. But all eyes quickly shifted to the figure on his arm. She wore a gown of deep, blood-red velvet that hugged her curves like a second skin. Her hair was sharp, framing a face that was more beautiful and more terrifying than anyone remembered. Diamonds glittered at her throat. Eleanor Valemont had returned. She didn't look at the crowd. She looked straight at the stage. She locked eyes with Lucian, who had gone pale as a ghost. She locked eyes with Jane, whose mouth had dropped open.

She looked scripted. ​"There she is!" Eleanor Montgomery cried as she entered the foyer, draped in a Chanel suit that cost more than the sedan Vivienne had arrived in yesterday. She swept toward Vivienne, kissing both of her cheeks with a practiced, airy grace. "My dear, the ring is even more magnificent in person. Julian has excellent taste, though we already knew that when he chose you." ​"Thank you, Eleanor," Vivienne said, her voice a practiced melody.

"...officially be my wife. Anyone who bets against her, bets against me. And I do not lose." Eleanor watched the feral, utterly untouchable American billionaire slide a ten carat diamond onto the finger of the pale, dark haired woman. The champagne flute in Eleanor's hand trembled slightly, not from fear, but from a deeply rooted, aristocratic rage. "Turn it off," Eleanor commanded, her voice sharp and brittle like shattering glass. A uniformed servant immediately muted the television.

“Ask someone else, I’ll stay here.” Iris gulped down the citrus champagne that she has been drinking for the whole time she was there, making her go to the bathroom in every twenty minutes. She diverted her attention to the party. The party was not boring, the musicians are playing lively and melodramatic songs and were engaging with the guests, the ushers and usherettes were continuously offering food as if they were indefinite but tasted really delicious. Eleanor was breathtaking with her baby blue ball gown that was designed like she’s Cinderella, except that she truly is the princess of the mansion. The real Eleanor had all the features of her parents. Mrs. Dale’s willowy eyes, fair comp

Prologue Be careful, they said. He will break your heart. Breaking my heart? He wasn't even in my heart at all, so how would he break it? You won't know it, they said. He will make you slowly fall for him and rip it all apart. My name is Eleanor and falling in love with a billionaire, wasn't in my to-do-list. For some reason, people think I won't be able to resist the charms of the Almighty billionaire. Not even my best friend, Chloe, thinks that.

Anita complained and Catherine waved her hand as a sign of surrender. “Whatever, I’m going.” She said and took her things. She was surprised to find herself in a decent Resto-Bar and was impressed by the taste of her mother’s ballet students. Lyra will sit beside Catherine but Genevieve took the sit and then the other girls were racing towards the other side of Catherine so Lyra just sat across Catherine. “All we know is that you had only practiced ballet so how come you are good in other genre in dance?” Elijah asked. “I watch of clips during my free time.” They were waiting for more answers but that was it.

Her heart beat against it's ribcage and she looked at him in horror. “Don't worry beauti-” He quickly cautioned himself and continued “Don't worry beautiful, tell me your account number” Eleanor's heart leaped in joy as his statement. “My account name is Eleanor Roseville Elora” He looked at her expectantly “And? What's your account number” She called it out “6,2,2,5,6,1,4,9” Not quite long, the man looked at Eleanor while smiling broadly “Done”

I mumbled, “I better give her more markings next time…” All of the sudden, I could hear soft whispers from her, as if she’s having a dream. Amused by her sudden noise, I let out a soft chuckle from my mouth. “Having a nice dream, huh?” I asked, as I continued to stroke her soft morning hair. All of the sudden, there was a knock from the door. As I couldn't bring myself to open it, I merely asked them a question on what brings them here. “Greetings, young master. This is Stella, one of the new maids working under Mrs. Étienne. The lady would like to forward a message, stating the following: Come to the dining hall once the both of you are ready,” she said, whilst behind the door.