I stared at the water rippling around my legs, the cold liquid soothing against my skin. The moon reflected on the surface like it was mocking me, reminding me how pathetic I was sitting here, half-drunk, with three empty beer bottles lined up beside me. I swirled my foot in the water, watching the tiny waves it created, and chuckled bitterly. “Three bottles, Eloise,” I muttered to myself. “And you’re still not drunk enough to forget his face.” His face—desperate, broken, pleading. I took another sip of beer, the bitterness matching the taste in my mouth left by his words. Elijah. Damn him. “Of all the men in the world…” I whispered to the night air, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “It had to be the one who ruined me twice.” I leaned back, propping myself on my elbows as I gazed at the sky. The stars were bright tonight, like they were putting on a show for me, but I couldn’t care less. Everything felt heavy. My chest, my head, my heart. Especially my heart. “Why does it alw
The first rays of sunlight were barely peeking through the curtains when I heard the relentless knocking on my bedroom door. I groaned, burying my head deeper into the pillows, hoping whoever it was would get the hint and leave me alone. No such luck. “Eloise! Open the door!” Farah’s voice rang out, sharp and insistent. “We need to leave early if we want to find the perfect dress!” I peeked out from under the covers, squinting at the clock. 9:12 AM. Too early for this nonsense. “Farah, go away,” I called out groggily. “I’m not leaving until you get up!” she shot back. I sighed, rolling onto my back and staring at the ceiling. This was Farah—relentless, energetic, and annoyingly persistent. “Fine!” I yelled. “Give me five minutes!” “Make it three!” she replied, her footsteps retreating down the hallway. Grumbling, I dragged myself out of bed and shuffled toward the bathroom. As I splashed cold water on my face, I caught a glimpse of my reflection—messy hair, puffy eyes, a
ELIJAH"Do you really need to say it right to her face?" I muttered, feeling the irritation boil inside me.Michelle was in the car, humming like she hadn't just pulled some passive-aggressive stunt in the boutique. Her little jab at Eloise had been so obvious that I couldn’t even look at her without getting annoyed.“Don’t act like it’s a big deal, Elijah,” she replied, her voice light, as if she hadn't just done what she did. “It’s just Eloise. You know, I’m just having some fun.”I shot her a glance, unable to keep the sarcasm out of my voice. "Fun? That was some grade-A cattiness, and you know it."Michelle rolled her eyes, leaning back against the seat as if she couldn’t care less. "Oh, please. She can take it.”I clenched my jaw. “It’s not about that, Michelle. Why push it? She’s already dealing with enough, and you—" I stopped myself before I said something I might regret. The last thing I wanted was to drag this into something more than it needed to be."I don't really get it.
I walked into the office, the smell of fresh flowers hitting me before I even reached my desk. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the bouquet sitting on my table. A note was tucked into the arrangement, the paper crisp and clean, as if someone had put in extra effort to make this as annoying as possible.I should’ve known. It was a message, plain and simple.I ripped the note out and read it, trying not to roll my eyes as I did.“Eloise, I know you’ve been thinking about it, but you haven’t said yes yet. I’ll be waiting for your answer. Noel.”Of course, everyone at the company already knew that Noel had been relentlessly asking me to be his date for the anniversary event. They were all probably giggling behind my back, thinking it was some sort of romance. It was driving me crazy, the way everyone was so eager to gossip about something so trivial.I didn’t even bother throwing the note away. I just crumpled it and shoved it into my bag, walking to my desk to get started on work.
Before I could even take another step, he grabbed my arm. We both froze, his fingers warm against my skin as our gazes simultaneously dropped to where he held me.My eyes darted back up to him, and I shot him a deadly glare. "What do you think you’re doing?" I hissed, yanking my arm free.Elijah quickly let go, almost like my touch had burned him. His expression shifted into something unreadable, a mix of surprise and regret flashing across his face before he masked it with his usual calm demeanor."Relax," he said, his voice low, almost teasing. "I just wanted to make sure if you're comfortable working for Noel—"I cut him off, my tone sharp. "We already talked about this, Elijah." He sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose before closing his eyes. "I know. I just can’t help it, okay? It’s... frustrating." "Then do something about it. Idiot." I rolled my eyes, not even bothering to hide my irritation, and spun on my heel to leave. As I walked away, I heard him mutter som
The company event day came faster than I anticipated. I sat in the back seat of the car, watching the city blur by as Michelle talked beside me, her voice laced with excitement."Remember, Elijah, appearances matter. We need to look like a power couple—confident, unstoppable," Michelle said, adjusting her makeup in a compact mirror. She glanced at me, her lips curving into a smirk. "You're not planning to mess this up, are you?"I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I get it, Michelle. We're here for the show, not because I want to be."Her smirk deepened. "Relax, darling. You’ll thank me when this works out in your favor."I didn’t respond. Instead, I shifted my gaze outside the tinted window. We were close to the venue now, and the flashing lights of cameras waiting at the entrance became visible. Paparazzi swarmed the doors, eager for shots of the evening’s big arrivals.Michelle leaned in slightly, adjusting my tie as if she were perfecting her masterpiece. "Smile for the cam
I slammed the door behind me as soon as we entered the private room. My blood was boiling, my hands trembling at my sides. “What the hell was that, Edmund?!” I spat, my voice echoing in the room. “Engagement? With Noel? Are you out of your damn mind?” Edmund, on the other hand, sat calmly on the leather chair, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. He looked completely unbothered, as if this was just another day for him. “Sit down, Eloise,” he said, his tone infuriatingly steady. “We need to talk.” I don’t want to sit!” I snapped, my fists clenching. “How could you do this to me? Announcing something so insane without even telling me?!” He finally looked up at me, his face as calm as ever. “I don’t see what the big deal is. Noel is a trusted ally. This is for the company, Eloise. You’ll thank me someday.” I looked at him in disbelief. Oh my God. Is this really my father?! "Fuck... I don't even know what to call him anymore! My adopted brother... My husband's mistress or my fucking f
I sat on the cold bathroom floor, my head buried in my hands as the pieces of last night played over and over in my mind. "Shut up and just kiss me!" "If you don't touch me, I will literally go out there and find another man to touch me!" "Please... I'm begging you..." The words echoed in my head, each one more painful than the last. My stomach churned as I clutched the blanket tighter around me. I was still naked underneath, my body trembling—not just from the cold but from the shame crawling up my spine. How could I say those things? What happened to me last night? Outside the door, I could hear their voices. "Eloise," Elijah called, his voice tense but controlled. "Open the door. We need to talk!" Then Noel’s voice followed, calmer, but no less pressing. "Eloise, stop hiding. Let’s sort this out." I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block them out, but their voices kept pulling me back to reality. My breathing hitched as panic bubbled in my chest. I didn’t want t
I stilled.I fucking stilled!Eloise's hug made my heart jump out of my chest. Never in my life did I think I could still be this close to her after everything that happened—after all the chaos and the lies. Yet here she was, holding on to me like I was her lifeline.Slowly, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer. I felt her trembling, her body so small against mine, and it shattered something inside me. She was scared—no, terrified—and I hated that I couldn't protect her sooner.Slowly, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer. She was trembling, her small frame shaking against mine. "The baby... My baby... Edmund..." she whispered, her voice breaking. I clenched my jaw, feeling the fear radiating off her. She was struggling to speak, her words barely making it out. "Shh," I said softly, brushing a hand over her back. "You’re safe now. Just breathe." She clung to me, and I held her tighter. No matter what, I wasn’t going to let anything happen to her or the
After changing into my normal clothes, I stepped out of the hospital room. I didn’t want to stay there any longer; the sterile walls and the beeping machines made me feel suffocated. As I opened the door and walked out, the first thing I saw was Noel and Elijah sitting in the hallway. They were seated so far apart, you’d think they were strangers. Both of them looked up at me at the same time, their expressions unreadable. I sighed internally. This was going to be exhausting. "I’m ready to leave," I said simply, avoiding their gazes as much as possible. I’m not really this dramatic before. I couldn’t even give a damn about everyone, but this... This pregnancy is so ugh! The baby is making me do things I’ve never done before—like hugging Elijah. Hugging! What the hell was that about?!I walked ahead of them, my pace steady, while Noel and Elijah trailed silently behind me. Their presence was heavy, but I ignored it. As we moved through the hallway, I couldn’t help but notice
When I opened my eyes, the sterile white ceiling greeted me, and the faint beeping of a heart monitor echoed in my ears. I blinked, trying to adjust to the harsh light. It didn’t take long for me to realize where I was—the hospital.I felt a soft squeeze on my hand and turned my head. Uncle Sandro was sitting beside me, his face etched with worry. "You’re awake," he said, his voice a mix of relief and concern. "What... what happened?" My voice came out hoarse, my throat dry. "You passed out," he explained gently. "The stress got to you, Eloise. Edmund brought you here immediately after you collapsed." Edmund. My heart clenched at the mention of his name. The memories flooded back—the juice, Mila, his anger, and... his words about my child. "The baby..." My hand instinctively went to my stomach. Uncle Sandro smiled reassuringly. "The baby’s fine. You just need to rest. Stress isn’t good for either of you." I exhaled deeply, the tension in my chest loosening just a little.
The sound of clinking utensils filled the dining room. I glanced up from my plate, watching the two men sitting across from me. Elijah was focused on his food, his jaw tight, while Noel absently poked at his plate, his face unreadable. It wasn’t like them to be this... quiet. Usually, by this time, they’d already be throwing jabs at each other, turning dinner into some kind of verbal sparring match. But tonight, the tension in the air was heavy, and it felt suffocating. I cleared my throat, breaking the silence. "Okay, what’s going on?" Both of them looked up, startled, but neither spoke. Elijah avoided my gaze, while Noel raised an eyebrow and shrugged nonchalantly. “Nothing,” Noel said, stabbing a piece of chicken. “Why do you ask?” I raised an eyebrow. "Oh, come on. You two can’t go a meal without throwing insults at each other. This silence is deafening.” Elijah finally looked at me, his eyes softening just a little. "We’re just tired. Long day at work." "Sure," I sa
I pushed the door open without thinking, the anger bubbling inside me spilling over. "What the hell are you talking about, Noel?”I flung the closet door open, startling Noel mid-sentence. His eyes widened, his phone still pressed to his ear."Elijah..." he started, but I held up a hand to silence him."What the hell are you doing here, Noel? And why the fuck are you investigating my sister behind my back?" My voice was low but sharp, laced with barely controlled fury.He closed his phone, trying to put on a calm facade, but I could see the unease in his stance. "It's not what you think—”"It’s exactly what I think!" I snapped, taking a step closer. "You’re in my house, in my space, talking about my family like it’s your business."Noel didn’t flinch, but his jaw tightened. "I’m doing this for Eloise. To protect her. Or have you forgotten about the attack?"I shook my head, my fists clenching at my sides. "I haven’t forgotten anything, Noel! But what are you doing? This sneaking aroun
"I'm really sorry, bro... I mean, it just really slipped off right off my tongue..." Rafael's voice was laced with guilt, but I barely registered his words.My mind was elsewhere, spinning with worst-case scenarios as I thought of Noel and Eloise alone in the penthouse. I hated the idea—no, I despised it. The thought of him lingering around her, being too close, too comfortable... it was enough to make my blood boil. “Elijah? Are you even listening?” Rafael waved a hand in front of my face, his brows furrowed.I shook my head, forcing myself back to the present. “Yeah, I heard you,” I muttered, though it was far from the truth. “You slipped up. Fine. Whatever.”“Wait, ‘whatever’? That’s it?” Rafael looked at me, confused. “I just told Mom about Eloise’s pregnancy, and you’re acting like it’s not a big deal?”“It’s not that,” I snapped, rubbing the back of my neck. “I just have other things on my mind right now.”Rafael leaned back, crossing his arms. “Other things? Like what?”I did
Every morning for the past few weeks, my day started the same way—puking my guts out in the bathroom. It wasn’t exactly how I envisioned pregnancy would be, but here I was, head over the toilet bowl, with my hair tied messily, praying for it to be over.As I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes wandered to my stomach. The small bump was starting to show, barely noticeable to anyone else, but to me, it was glaringly obvious. I looked...bloated, as if I had one too many meals at a buffet.I sighed, pulling down my shirt and walking out of the bathroom. The sight of Noel and Elijah already in the living room greeted me—like they always were. This weird cohabitation arrangement still felt strange, but at least they weren’t trying to kill each other. Well, not openly.“You two,” I called out as I passed by. “What’s for breakfast? Your baby’s hungry.”His head snapped up from his laptop, his brow furrowing. “My baby,” he corrected, standing up quickly. “And don’t worry
"You're telling me there's nothing? No backup, no traces, no footage at all?" I hissed into the phone, my voice low but sharp enough to cut through the silence of my office."Yes, Sir," the man on the other end of the line replied, his tone cautious. "The system was compromised. Just like what happened on Hart's company night. Whoever did this knew what they were doing—they wiped everything clean.”I ran a hand down my face, frustration boiling in my veins. One week. One goddamn week, and we still had nothing to go on. The footage from that night was gone, and with it, any hope of finding the bastard who tried to kill Eloise."Keep digging," I snapped, pacing back and forth in my room. "Find another angle. Look into nearby establishments, traffic cameras—anything. I don’t care how long it takes or how much it costs. I want answers.”"Understood, Sir," the man said before the line went dead.I tossed my phone onto the bed and leaned against the edge of the desk, my head pounding. It wa
I knew this was exactly how they’d react.With a heavy sigh, I slammed myself onto the sofa, crossing my arms as I watched the two of them bicker like kids fighting over a toy.“This is ridiculous,” Elijah snapped, his hands flying up in frustration. “How is living together even a solution?!”“Exactly! I don’t want to live with you either,” Noel fired back, pointing a finger at Elijah. “And I sure as hell don’t trust you to be around Eloise 24/7.”I rolled my eyes, my patience hanging by a thread. “Are you two done?” I said, my tone sharp enough to cut through their shouting.They both turned to me, momentarily stunned into silence.“Good,” I continued before either of them could start up again. “Because this isn’t about either of you. This is about the baby, and if you can’t set aside your egos, then maybe I’ll just raise this child on my own.”Elijah’s jaw tightened, his gaze flicking to the floor. Noel crossed his arms, but I noticed a flicker of guilt pass across his face.I leane