Eleanor Bonneville Novels & Stories

Three years old and already attached to a father he barely knows. The thought makes my chest tight. The bell above the door chimes, and I know without looking that she's here. The entire café seems to hold its breath as Eleanor Reid makes her entrance. She's magnificent in the way natural disasters are magnificent—beautiful and terrible and absolutely destructive. Her designer coat probably costs more than I make in six months. Every silver hair is perfectly in place, her makeup flawless despite the early hour. When her eyes find mine across the room, I feel like prey.

Slowly, she turned fully to face Romano, stepping closer until there was barely a foot of space between them. “I didn’t throw anything away,” she murmured. “I walked away because I wanted more.” Romano’s eyes darkened. Eleanor leaned in slightly. “You think I’m just someone’s wife? That’s your first mistake.” She straightened, smirking. “I’ll see you soon, Mr. Romano.” Then she and Daniel walked out, leaving Romano watching them with new caution. Because now, he knew the truth. Eleanor Moreau Cain wasn’t just part of the game. She was playing to win.

KNIGHT MANSION Eleanor paced the room, her mobile pressed tightly against her ear, while Millie’s voice echoed with concern. “Millie, calm down,” Eleanor urged, her tone firm yet reassuring. “I'll talk to Mr. Smith. And no, your job is not at risk. I won't find another Professional Assistant like you." Millie, Eleanor’s trusted Personal Assistant, had called again with updates on their client, Mr. Smith. The upcoming shoot for a baby care product was crucial, with significant funds already invested. Eleanor couldn't afford to cancel the contract, not just financially but also for her career's sake.

She didn’t touch anything cheap, only the rarest, most expensive pieces. The kind of items that had to be specially requested. She was flipping through an emerald silk gown, deciding whether it was extravagant enough, when she spotted her. Eleanor Sinclair. Scarlett’s smirk was instant. Of course, she was here. Eleanor was a vulture in Chanel, a woman who fed on gossip and thrived on social destruction. Whatever happened in this boutique today would be all over the elite social circles by nightfall. Scarlett already knew she’d be attacked, and she was more than ready.

"That is awesome. I was beginning to lose hope." "You are not to speak to anyone else, though. Except me, of course," Evie informed her. "Get dressed. We are leaving now." Eleanor nodded and rummaged through her clothes, picking out a dress from the pile. The seamstress had kept her promise by sewing dresses out of the finest and most expensive silk. Eleanor had never worn something as expensive as those dresses. It made her think of herself as glamorous. Was she high class now that she was the King’s mistress? She could not tell. It would have been certain if he had accepted her as his mate. Not that she cared anyway.

Matter of fact, That’s why I went into that mall. It wasn’t a coincidence. He was my very target. I wanted him to see me, to feel my presence, to be haunted by the possibility that I wasn’t just a ghost from his past. And when I looked into his eyes, it was worth every second. I just knew I had made the right decision coming back here “Do I know you?” I had asked, feigning innocence, enjoying the way he stumbled over his words. The perfect performance and I deserved an Oscar for it

It fits you. Eleanor wasn't satisfied. "You're just like your father. You are fooling me too. Right? You didn't even look at me." Eleanor had a good temper, but it was especially difficult to appease her when she really got angry. Geovanni could only look at the screen again. "Aren't I looking at you?" Eleanor was wearing a beautiful dress. She turned twice in front of the phone and hurriedly asked, "Do I look good in it?"

her pleasant voice made me smile back. "Ellie, this is my assistant, Eleanor. Ah ... your names sound similar." said Mr. LeBlanc while introducing us. Ellie held out her hand to me "Hello, Eleanor. Nice to meet you, my name is Elizabeth." She replied, her hand still smiling, even the way she spoke was elegant. We chatted for a while before I finally said goodbye, Mr. LeBlanc helped me flag down a taxi for me. I waved at the couple then closed the cab door. Looks like soon there will be Mrs. LeBlanc.

—Tristan— Eleanor was everything I’d hoped for and so much more. A queen in my game of chess, indeed. Noble and proud like a queen and arrogant and spoiled like one too. She made me want to break her. I emptied my scotch and hit the bar. Jerry refilled my glass. The whores had gathered at the other end of the bar as far away from me as possible. As usual. “She’s so beautiful,” the whore who had brought Ellie clothes said to the others. She was. Ellie was a masterpiece, almost too beautiful.

“Not lately. Work has been hectic.” “You must earn pretty well from the private military.” “I rented this, and it’s a small yacht. Don’t act so surprised, Estelle Bladwyn.” “You looked up for me online?” She pursed her lips before following me inside and dropped her bag on the chair. “Curiosity, I guess. A beautiful lady alone on the Island of Marettimo? That’s rare.” “What did you find out so far?” she asked as she joined me. The yacht went out toward the sea smoothly.