Eleanor Bonneville Novels & Stories

She’s my Beauty, and I’m her billionaire. . C.M. LOUDEN

They stood together, savoring a moment away from the outside world. Meanwhile, in Michelle's office, activity buzzed around her. James was reviewing blueprints, and her assistant was managing her schedule. Renovations at the Hawthorne estate were moving to the next phase. Michelle had just completed a significant review when Eleanor entered unexpectedly. Eleanor walked in unannounced, wearing elegant clothes in ivory and beige. She exuded a new softness that caught Michelle's attention.

“Stop lurking and bring her in!” Eleanor Knight sits at a dining table overlooking Central Park. Tiny, maybe five two, silver hair perfect, sharp eyes missing nothing. “So,” she says. “This is the girl who broke the internet.” I have no idea what to say. Eleanor’s lips twitch. “Relax, dear. I don’t bite. Much.” She gestures to a chair. “Sit. Let’s talk about why my grandson is suddenly dating someone he’s never mentioned.” I sit. “I’m Zara Bennett, Mrs. Knight. Lovely to meet you.”

I walked over in ten-centimeter heels, my steps slow and deliberate, carrying myself with effortless confidence. Then I slid into the seat across from him. A faint hint of rose perfume drifted through the air. Cedric frowned instinctively and looked up. However, the moment he saw my face, he froze. [What the hell?! Why is the villainess here already?!] [Wasn't she supposed to log off at home? Why's the plot changing?!] [Oh my god–Eleanor Cole looks stunning. She's like a rich heiress straight out of a photo!]

Anything to take the emphasis away from my sheer embarrassment. "I'm Genie". I can't even look him in the eye, let alone believe that he's sitting next to me and talking to me. "Nice name - what's it short for?". "It's Genevieve". I mumble. "Wow, not a name you hear often. I like it! So now we're acquainted can I buy you a drink?". He asks. Reluctantly I agree " Ok, a Guinness would be good. But just to clarify, It's not normally something I would do".

Hale cleared his throat, his expression cold, lips curling into a sneer of disdain. “Are you sure you can manage being someone’s secretary?” he asked, his voice dripping with mockery, his sharp eyes scanning her as if she were nothing more than a naive child daring to step into a lion’s den. Eleanor’s lips curved into a small, cunning smile... not of warmth, but of controlled triumph. “Believe in me, Father,” she replied smoothly. “I will make you proud.” Her bow was slight, deliberate, and elegant. The long beige coat she wore fell gracefully around her legs, her dark hair framing her face, giving her a poised, almost dangerous presence.

She ordered a gin and tonic, the condensation on the glass cool against her fingers, and took a sip just as a familiar voice cut through the noise. “Sarah! Darling.” Eleanor materialized beside her, resplendent in a deep red gown that clung to her curves like a second skin. Her blonde hair was swept into an elegant twist, her lips painted the same shade as her dress. She air-kissed Sarah’s cheeks before stepping back, her sharp eyes flicking to Luca. “And who is this?” Eleanor’s smile was all teeth, her tone dripping with faux innocence. Sarah hesitated. She and Eleanor had always been open, but there was an edge to the other woman tonight, a glint in her eye that made Sarah’s pulse spike. “

He expected that she would act the fool. Like a slave before him. But she would never. She was Eleanor Badminton. She had Alpha blood running through her veins. It made her as close to royalty--even more than the useless Cassy who had suddenly shown up with Alpha blood.

"Eleanor, there you are!" A tall woman in a red gown swept toward us with a champagne glass in her hand. She had the kind of beauty that came from expensive maintenance and good genetics. Her smile was bright but her eyes were calculating. "Victoria," Eleanor said warmly. "How lovely to see you. This is Anastasia, Leon's fiancée." "Oh yes, I have heard all about you." Victoria extended a perfectly manicured hand. "The baker who captured Leon Hart's heart. What a romantic story."

Lady Eleanor Thorne the Elder was sipping tea from a Ming Dynasty porcelain cup, as if she had never been exiled just days ago. And beside her stood a young woman who presented a stark contrast to Liora. Her name was Isabella de Montfort not the Isabella who had been ruined in the Alps, but one whose image had been "cleansed" by Eleanor, wearing a white Chanel silk gown symbolizing aristocratic purity. "Ah, Mavric. My rebellious son has finally come home," Lady Eleanor placed her cup down with a soft clink that echoed through the hall. "And you brought... your hacker 'staff' with you."