Eloise Bridgerton Novels & Stories

Then bridesmaids, all young women from House Rosetti, walking in a practiced formation. Finally, Olyriane appeared. She wore white, which felt like a lie. A dress of pure white silk with lace at the throat and wrists, her dark hair pinned up with emerald pins. She looked like something from a painting. Beautiful and distant and utterly alone. Her father, Viscount Quentin Rosetti, walked beside her. His hand on her arm wasn’t gentle—it was possessive. A reminder that she was property being transferred from one House to another. Olyriane’s eyes found mine as she walked past.

"I'm Camille Stirling, nice to meet you, here's my résumé, and the letter from the agency. Elise received it, but without looking at anything, she handed it back to him. "Don't worry, my dear, I'm Elise McGregor, Olivia's mother, so I'm going to see if my daughter has woken up. Joanne nodded and watched Elise climb the stairs, the beautiful stairs carved in oak, and with windows that allowed you to see the best views of the whole place, for her, it was very difficult to resist all the luxuries that were in the house, she longed to have one of those, so she would fulfill the deal with Jonathan, And he wouldn't miss the slightest opportunity to make a profit.

Anna / Olivia’s POV Ten years had passed, but I knew him instantly. His face had changed with age. His features looked sharper, his face thinner, but there was no mistaking him. I knew those eyes. I knew the way he stood. I knew the shape of his mouth. The smell of bleach filled the back of my throat. My fingers tightened around the edge of the door until the wood pressed painfully into my palm. Then he smiled. “Finally,” he said, sounding almost amused. “I get to meet my sister-in-law. The famous Olivia Finley… or should I call you Olivia Vanderbilt now? It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.”

said Rose as she pleaded to Sarah "That is right, Lady Rubia… You were too harsh on her." said Odelia as she put on an act " That applies to you as well Miss Odelia. I am Rubia Mary Albert Charleston, the Daughter of Duke Charleston . If you still wish to play this game... I will entertain you. Personally. " All of the Ladies had shocked written all over their faces. * "I have stayed too long Miss Odelia. Now, if you'll excuse me." said Sarah as she ignored Rose

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

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.

'She must be a devil in sheep's clothing' I said Inwardly as a smirk erupted on my lips while I awaited her sweet looks which Vincent had talked about. The doors opened to the bride and her mom. At first glance, she was cute in her white wedding gown which had shiny stones all over and her hair styles in a bun. She had a forced smile on her face and I knew it because I have always been able to read a lady's feelings by just looking at her face. I took my eyes off her because I felt nothing for her, no love, no care , just disgust for being desperate. I was going to avoid making eye contact with her when suddenly, her face flashed through my head one more time.

"I'm here for the vacancy of the maid." The lady seemed impressed by the type of shoes on her feet. "You are supposed to resume yesterday." She spoke unfriendly. "Come inside," she added. Elisa and the lady entered the gloriously decorated sitting room and the door was left open. "Who will close the door for you? Your work starts now?" She opened her eyes at Elisa. Elisa went back and gently closed the door and walked back to the lady. This was Loveth, the fiancee of a billionaire named Alex.

Ellaine accelerated in order to catch up with her. “Why are you here?” Margarette asked her with worry spread over her face. “I want my box back!” “There’s no way you can retrieve it!” “There’s no way I would lose it!” In the end, Margarette gave in. “Suit yourself.” The older woman led her to the bridge which boarders Dela Paz and Malaban. Ellaine remembered Aunt Caroline’s story about Hazel and Jonathan’s daily ritual of just sitting there with contentment. The sun had just set and the surroundings were just so dark that Ellaine found it difficult to run. The bridge was deserted and the air was cool against the skin. People were probably inside their houses eating supper or already tucked

Her gaze fixed on the winding drive that snaked up from the village below, where mist still clung to the hedgerows. She wore a simple ivory blouse and long skirt, her dark hair loosely pinned, a few rebellious strands framing her face. Hope had painted a soft flush across her cheeks, making her look both ethereal and fiercely alive. “Ely,” Elena asked softly, approaching from the doorway, “are you waiting for George?” Eloise turned slowly, her hazel eyes alight with a quiet intensity that belied the storm within. For the first time in days, a genuine smile curved her lips, warm and radiant, chasing away the shadows that had lingered there.