Eleanor Bonneville Novels & Stories

he said, smiling at me with a certain ease that made me want to look away. But I didn’t. I refused to let him have the satisfaction of seeing me flustered, so I kept my gaze cool. Maurice, on the other hand, not sharing in my restraint, didn’t hesitate to fill the silence. His voice was loud, almost bragging. “So….Eleanor’s been busy. She’s got a good job—midwifery. She learned it from her husband's Mom, Beatrice. Helps deliver pups and all that.” I shot him a desperate look, but he kept talking, clearly enjoying my discomfort.

E L L E "Twenty eight year old, Sebastian Black's ex wife and notable business woman, Eleanor Marino has got people talking after a picture of her was leaked in the media. The young divorcee was seen with a small, almost invisible baby bump, which means the billionaire heir and notorious playboy might have knocked up his ex. Sources say, she has probably cheated on her new billionaire boyfriend, Mikhail Volkov." The reporter's voice had faded, as my mind had gone completely blank.

She turned to me. “Serena, this is…” “Lady Eleanor Whitmore, Chairwoman of the Rosewood Philanthropist Society?” I interrupted Myles's Introduction, and the woman raised her eyebrows questionably. “Oh, you've been telling her about me, Myles? I'm flattered.” She giggled. “No..” Myles blushed. “Actually, she read the invitation letter.” “Oh, right.” She nodded. “The invitation letter.” I don't know but for some reason our encounter seemed somehow strange. Lady Eleanor seemed like a likable woman with her smiles and all, but she was a little bit.. I don't know older? And what really bothered me was the sexual energy I started to detect between her and Myles.

I heard three dings in rapid succession. Then: “Give us fifteen minutes.” “I’m wearing a bonnet, but I’m coming.” “This better be worth me pausing Bridgerton.” I buried my face in the pillow again.This was how I died. Death by hype squad. ______ I should’ve known she wouldn’t let it go. Sophia didn’t just call the girls. She summoned the entire council. A few minutes later, our apartment sounded like a club on free drinks night. “This better be good,” Zara announced first, sweeping into my room like she owned it and honestly, she kind of did. Her nails were gold tipped, her braids were freshly done, and she smelled like mango body butter and judgment.

She sat on the lobby couch like a queen on a throne, pearls around her neck, gray hair styled into an elegant twist, her cane resting beside her like a silent threat. The receptionist at the front desk pretended to type, clearly eavesdropping. Camilla stopped a few steps away. “Good morning, Mrs. Harrington.” Eleanor looked up slowly, eyes sharp, assessing. “You kept me waiting.” Camilla swallowed. “My apologies. I was finalizing a report for Adrian.” “Ah,” Eleanor said, voice smooth and cold, “working hard for my grandson. How ambitious.” Camilla clasped her hands in front of her. “It’s my job, ma’am.”

Eleanor eyed her. "My son is born with a golden spoon, not silver, not bronze, and he isn't supposed to mingle with lowlife servants like you. He was brought up in a prestigious home, and only a woman from such a societal family status shall he be allowed to marry. I see you are a beautiful young lady, but don't be deceived, because Patrick carried you the other day when you got injured, to now think he likes you or wants you. You've mistaken his rare kindness, as you are only but his servant and his maid. Now get out and go prepare my bath, and be warned. We have 24-hour monitoring cameras that are watching whatever you're doing in this house. So don't think you can play smart and lie to me

Martha said frustratedly. “Why are you doing this to me? Are you even my friend? Fine,I will wear it. You will style my hair for me right?” Ann said “Sure. I’m your stylist for today and I will do my best to make sure you look the best. Even if he was not planning to ask you out before,your dressing will change his mind.” Martha said “With this dressing? Okay ma’am.” Ann said “If you ever decide to bring Ella to Jacksonville,please let her stay with me. I can’t allow you to influence her sense of fashion.” Martha said

Aaron would acknowledge her presence and approach her first. Eleanor's lips subtly curved as she felt the envious glances from those around her. She regained her confidence and proudly wore a smile. Maisie's indifferent gaze fell on Aaron as he neared. Upon seeing Aaron walking closer, Eleanor elegantly lifted the hem of her dress and adopted a poise stance. "Aaron—" She took a few steps forward and called him, only to stop abruptly in her tracks. "It seems Ms. Bardot was running late." Maisie replied politely, "Apologies, there was a delay on my way here."

My words left a tense silence in the air, and the two women exchanged uncomfortable glances. "How rude!" the blonde girl rolled her eyes in anger at my response. "The way she responded, it almost seems like she's hiding something. Maybe she's the one who had the maid poison Katy so she'd lose the baby. I heard Eloise was Eleanor's personal maid, and they were super close. Eleanor even gave her a pair of ruby earrings on the day of the banquet. I know because the other servants told me," the girl next to her said, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes at me.

I wonder what he’s been telling her. “Let me get some more pillows then we’ll get you settled comfortably so you can get some food in you,” Eleanor says cheerfully. “We’re very lucky those invaders didn’t manage to carry you off.” Her face grows somber, “I just wish Miss Tyra and Lucille were as lucky. We can only hope no harm will come to them.” I’d been so lost in my own thoughts, I forgot Eleanor is in here. She’s very pretty, tall and a tad plump, with a riot of dark curls surrounding her face. She’s also extremely capable and has me settled with a minimum of fuss.