Eloise's Story Bridgerton Novels & Stories

Graham Gavin’s estate home was lavish. “Try to control your emotions,” I murmured, tugging her close, hoping it appeared natural. She didn’t fight me, leaning her body into mine as the valet drove off with my car. “You need to relax.” She looked up at me with a frown. “Maybe you’re used to this sort of opulence, Richard. But I’m not.” Her gaze moved around rapidly; panic beginning to show on her face. “I don’t belong here,” she whispered. “They’re going to see right through this sham.”

"Don't blame me child. You made your choice. You were already hating her. You cheated and j couldn't let you be more depressed so I did what I had to do.. your wife is still here waiting. She's going to ruin you if you bring Eloise her so let's just say it's the universe that's working in my favor" "It was my fault. I take my blame and I won't let the same mistake repeat itself.. Eloise is now a big hit..she was barren now she has three kids. She was broke but she's the CEO of a museum! Do you know how much connection she has. How difficult it is to own. Museum and how much a museum would generate? In Florence, Italy..I can't lose that too. Beside I had to manage to get her sign the house do

"You're back. I thought you’ll be going home to the penthouse." “My home is wherever you two are,” I reply. Eloise suddenly grabs something in her nightgown’s pocket. Her expression becomes a mix of excitement, nervousness, and joy. In her hand, she holds a small object, concealed beneath her palm. "Braxton," she says, her voice trembling with emotion, "I have something to show you."

Just looked at him. “Watch what you say next,” I said with a growl. Eloise pulled her hand from his grip and stepped back. “I told you, Oscar—I’m done. This date is fucking over. I can find my way home. Thanks for everything.” “You fucking..,” he scoffed. “You’ve been teasing me since. God, you must love how much everybody wants to save you.” “Don’t talk to me like that,” she spat. Oscar turned on me, his eyes blazing. “And you, you don’t get to walk in here like some goddamned knight just because you’ve got money and a suit.”

“What are the odds of running into Elise Joselyn of the Boston Brahman in Philadelphia?” Oliver chuckled after he and Nate rode their horses far enough away from the Joselyn residence to insure their voices would not carry back for anyone outside to hear. “You did hear her introduced as Joselyn, correct? From what I gather, even Alexander isn’t aware of her little paper marriage. Tsk, tsk, such skeletons.” “I feel like I’m cursed,” Nate growled.

She wasn’t angry, but she was ready to cut ties. “Papa, you forced me to marry Cosmo. I did what you asked. The dowry from the Dominguez family was more than enough to pay off the Lopez family’s debts.” Arellano’s expression changed. “What did you say?” Eloise continued, emotionless. “As long as you don’t get greedy and stop throwing money into bad investments, the Lopez family can recover slowly.” Arellano noticed something had changed in Eloise. He stared at her closely. “What are you planning?”

Therefore, there was never a time when she would overspend. Joseph had to admit that Eloise was more responsible than Elizabeth when it came to being a woman of the house. "About that—" Elizabeth panicked after she had gotten yelled at and hesitated for a long moment before she finally thought of something. "You didn't spend 10 million on me! Didn't you tell them the necklace is for your wife?!" She was infuriated when she thought of this. She had been fighting for the necklace the whole day, yet Joseph said he would give it to someone else. Now, Eloise would have a necklace Joseph unwillingly bought for 10 million dollars, and Elizabeth became a laughingstock among the wealthy men’s wives.

Let it grow uncomfortable. Then she asked, quietly but sharply: “What did you do to my mother?” Ophelia frowned. “What? You’re an orphan, right?” “Elizabeth Jane Hudson,” Eloise said. “That’s her name.” Ophelia froze. All the arrogance drained from her face. For a moment, she seemed to forget how to breathe. Then she stumbled to her feet, panic twisting her features. “What—No. No, you’re lying!” “Looks like you knew her well,” Eloise said softly.