Eloise Bridgerton Books Novels & Stories

Her dress perfectly tailored to her slender figure. A woman who belonged to his world. “Mother, I’d like you to meet Eloise,” Nigel said, turning to face her. “She’s my fiancée.” Eloise bowed slightly, a charming smile on her lips. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Mrs. Harris. Nigel has told me so much about you.” Mrs. Harris offered a polite smile, but Ryse noticed the fleeting glint in the lady of the house’s eyes. An unreadable glint, perhaps even a hint of disappointment.

OLIVIA’S POV I was in the sitting room when it came through. A notification from an account I did not recognize at first. Then I looked at the profile picture and went still. Elena Cross. Adrian’s wife. She looked different in the profile picture from the woman I had seen at the gala. She looked less polished. More like a person and less like a presentation. I stared at the message for a long time before opening it.

She smiled sweetly as he came up beside her. “Hey,” he kissed her cheek. She ran her hand up his arm and then extended it in my direction. “Elowen was about to leave. I wanted to introduce you both,” she said. I kept my eyes on her but as soon as I felt his on me, I looked at him. It was hard to hide the immense negativity I felt towards him. “This is Elowen, Arden's long lost sister, and an old friend,” Melrose introduced. “Elowen, this is my fiance, Mael Virelis. You must have heard of him.”

Sorry it’s been a while! You may think that this story has been abandoned, but fear not! You can still follow the adventures of Sybil, John and the others in the sequel–Hidden Heiress: My Ex is Addicted to Me. The story will start a few months later for our characters but the drama is even more intense! I am still working on it but don’t worry, it will come.

Just as she turns around to leave, the door opens and Charlotte walks in, looking at her with a smirk on her face. “Hello, Charlotte,” Eloise says. Charlotte is maybe the only member of the family that Eloise has barely interacted with but Eloise has always gotten the sense that the younger woman does not like her. She has always come across to Eloise as just a younger version of Phyllis Bradshaw. “Nobody says no to a glass of champagne,” Charlotte says with arms folded, standing between Eloise and the door. “Not even when they are dying from an infection.” “Well, I happen to take my doctor’s orders very seriously.” Eloise intends to stand by her story for as long as she possibly can.

He insisted believing what Nathalie tells her. Fate is the mastermind of everything. It's impossible. Nathalie's words just poisoned his brain. He does not believe. "I found out she married another man whose name was Third. This rich man is not just rich he is even richer, " She said immediately. "That's not true! Catherine loves me. She won't trade me for someone else just for money!" Steven replied angrily to the girl. "She's already making you trade for someone else! Because she is an opportunist and looks like money! That's why she stole money, isn't it? "

Before the love of her life died. She touched the book cover softly and read the author's name out loud - Ann Radcliff. She was everything that Olivia Grimes wanted to be. She was everything that Olivia Grimes knew that she was going to be but sometimes, we don't have the chance to choose our fate. Olivia Grimes fate chose her

Elizabeth was too good for the likes of him. It was later in the afternoon, while her beaus were gathered around doing their best to come up with remarkable and witty remarks that Elise allowed herself to think more about the information Elizabeth brought that morning. If only Sally was able to hear the entire conversation between Oliver and Nate instead of piecing it together. Did Oliver truly believe Nate was in love with the Paper Widow? Did they really think her a whore? She reminded herself, once again, that it did not matter what Nate thought of her. She hated him and that was that. If only she did not love him so much.

Audrey didn’t quite understand him, “what do you mean?” Nathan’s lips curved into a mocking smile as he sat up, “I was thinking there was a book for the likes of you but it seems you don’t have it” She heaved a sigh, he was Making mockery of her again. “I have Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, 1991. I also have Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston, 2019,Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, 1813. And Seven Days in June by Tia Williams which was written two years ago then I also have love hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood which was also written two years ago”

At her feet, there were four books. All written by Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice. Sense and sensibility. Persuasion. Emma. She had another book open in her hands, and when she looked up at me, flashing me a smile that showed off her perfect pearly white teeth, my heart skipped. She was angelic. For a moment, I didn't move. Couldn't. I didn't speak either – just stood there gawking at the beauty of her. She must have thought I was awkward.