Eloise Bridgerton 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.

She leaned back in her seat and looked at me quizzically. “Ex-husband, once he agrees to get a divorce,” I corrected her, “but, yes, that’s exactly right.” She shook her head in bewilderment. “I don’t get what he’s trying to do. Doesn’t he see how much simpler it would be for him if you were divorced? Then he could marry… What did you say her name was, again?” “Willa,” I said, “the one and only Willa Worthington.” “Willa Worthington? The actress?” Emma gawked at me.

Two armed bodyguards rushed out of the car and one of them held the door for her, "Madam." Celeste quickly looked around and covering her face a little with a book she pursed her lips. "It's her, she is the new girl. Isn't she? I heard that she is the famous Mr. Weston's wife. I thought it was a rumour only but it looks like she really is his wife. Don't you see the news? She is always on trending, Mr. Weston must love her very much. Look at the way he treats her, I heard that while looking for colleges he was very picky because he wanted her to study in the best college."

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Not very heavy but it shone brightly against my dark skin. "Eloise?" My name on Orla's lips sent shivers down my spine. "We are getting late. Get dressed." I turned to face her in hopes of explaining myself but her eyes caught the jewelry in my hands. "It's beautiful. Isn't it?" She mused. "It is." I agreed, almost breathless. "It looks expensive too. You didn't have to do this Orla." "Nonsense." Orla dismissed. "You have to be overdressed and looking your best. How else would a widow who has lost all her family overcompensate?"

The fact that she was a beautiful green-eyed redhead only served to sweeten the situation. The man seated to the left of Elise was an elderly gentleman whose name forever escaped her no matter how many times she found herself in his company. To her right was Oliver Sullivan. To Oliver’s right was the beautiful Amy Owens. Amy was scheduled to have her coming out ball in a few months. Needless to say, Oliver made polite conversation with Elise whenever etiquette demanded it, but the majority of his attention was paid on the pretty little pre-debutante seated next to him.

Ophelia 2 Years later: Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I could not believe it was finally happening. Today was the day I married the man of my dreams. The man who has protected me and fought for me. The man who brings me peace and comfort. I never expected to fall in love with my bodyguard, but Damian wasn't just any bodyguard. He was my everything, and I could not wait to be Mrs. Damian Blackman. I chose a very elegant dress made of lace and tulle with a modern fit and flared silhouette with a gorgeous lace train. The sweetheart neckline and natural waistline complimented my figure perfectly. There was beading and latticework on the bodice, while sequins and the addition of silver a

I'm strict whenever it's needed. Slumping down on the chair, I rubbed my temples and then engrossed myself in the piles of files that I needed to check before the small vacation. ***** " Arghhh, mom, why do I need to get married to your choice once again?" A girl in her early 20s groaned while flickering through the pages of her book. "What I said is final, Miss. Valentina Constance. Don't assume that I don't know about the stunt that you pulled three days before your engagement"

Mrs Eleanor asked and the middle-aged woman seated across to Mrs Eleanor, eyes fell on Loveth and she questioned, "Mom, who's she?." The middle-aged woman's eyes raked Loveth from head-to-toe as Loveth looked so cute in her pink maid uniform except for her left cheek that looked red. "Olivia, she's the maid Isabel sent to me last week" Mrs Eleanor replied with a smile, while Mr Richard smiled to Loveth as he really admired her pretty looks too. "Why?. Don't you see she doesn't fit to be a maid mom?!." Loveth looked embarrassed and she stared to Mrs Olivia in shock while Mrs Eleanor shook her head.

Weston Thayer stood at the shadow-drenched edge of the marquee, a glass of neat scotch heavy in his hand, watching his new wife work the room. She was a master at this game. Eloise was absolutely breathtaking tonight. The heavy diamond necklace around her throat caught the light with every breath she took, but her expression was even sharper than the stones. She moved through the crowd of dirty politicians, tech billionaires, and ancient, snobbish families with perfect grace. She knew exactly when to smile warmly to win someone over, and when to freeze them out with a look. She laughed at a painfully dull joke made by a senator, tilted her head in perfect mock sympathy for a weeping duchess,