ELOISE When we returned to the mansion, Nina read my schedule in her notes as we selected my evening dress. It felt incredibly tiring to change repeatedly on various occasions in a day. “You’ve got a dress rehearsal with the personal tailor tonight, Mrs. Laurent. Lord Cunningham’s birthday dinner is already on Friday, so we’re tight on time for a custom dress. Instead, you’ll try out her new designs, which she’ll adjust to your size. She’s waiting for you in the drawing room. I’ll give you some basic table manners lessons tomorrow morning during breakfast. “After that, I’ll take you to the hairdresser, shopping, and the spa. You’ll have some free time in the evening, but since Lord Cunningham wants you to meet the baron, I’ll keep you engaged to avoid him. That might also help us postpone meeting him until we’re more prepared. Your father still expects you to attend at least one dinner with him.” I clenched my teeth. “Fine. What else?” “Around afternoon tomorrow, you’ll officiall
ELOISE “Hello, Eloise,” Adam greeted. God, his voice. It resonated deep within my bones. “Hey, um, are you busy?” “A little. I still have some matters to look into,” he whispered. “Work stuff?” “Yes, I’m reviewing the proposals sent to me by my producers.” “Oh.” I bit my bottom lip. “We can just talk later, then.” “No, it’s alright. This can wait. How are you?” “Mm. Tired?” He chuckled softly. “So you think calling me might make you feel untired?” I laughed. God, he did make me feel good. “That’s not even a word.” “Of course it is. I was waiting for your call.” I lay on the bed with my eyes on the ceiling. “I’ve had a long day.” “Want to tell me about it?” he asked. “Uh, I’d rather not. I would rather escape from all this.” “Try me.” “I’d rather go back to New York.” To see you... “So you’ve admitted you’re somewhere out of the States.” It wasn’t a question but more of a probing statement. “Edinburgh,” I admitted. “I’m here for unavoidable family matters. They’re my
ELOISE The next morning, we started our activity following our schedule. Nina and I were sitting close to a long, extravagant dining table, surrounded by the family’s shiny and overwhelming wealth. Right in front of us was a neat arrangement of plates, bowls in different shapes, and silverware, all decked out with elegant table mats, candlelight, and floral centerpieces. Our goal for today was to navigate the traditional Scottish dining etiquette, where each utensil had a purpose. “Let’s get into it step by step,” Nina said confidently, squaring her shoulders. “The utensils here have their own roles.” Her movements directed my attention to the organized utensils. “This,” she pointed at the spoon with a deep, round head, “is a soup spoon. Obviously, it is used for consuming soups and broths. Next up, the salad fork,” she explained, focusing on the fork with slightly shorter tines. They also used this for appetizers.” “So fussy,” I murmured. “And then?” She moved to a knife wit
ELOISE “Lovely! You look like a princess!” Bonnie smiled alongside me in the mirror. Nina gave me a thumbs-up in approval. Then, we went shopping as per our schedule. We selected various designer bags and jewelry based on Nina’s choices, as usual. She mentioned that pearls, stone stud necklaces, and earrings, such as diamonds, would be necessary. I almost had a heart attack seeing the price tags I rarely encountered in my life, but the card my father provided us with was without a spending limit. We also picked out some watches, although I wasn’t sure where I’d use them, as I was fine with the one I already had. Lastly, we bought a couple of coats from Burberry that caught our fancy, even though I already had some in my wardrobe. I offered Nina some garments to take with me. After shopping, we happily dined at a casual seafood restaurant, chatting as if we were lifelong best friends. We laughed over trivial subjects unrelated to the Cunninghams. During our conversation, I discove
ELOISE “Daddy? Why is it so dark? Please, let me out! Daddy!!” The air is cold, and the smell of dust is entering my nose. I’m coughing because of it. I can’t see anything. Daddy isn’t listening to me. Where is he? Is he drinking again? Where is Mommy? Why is she begging Daddy to leave? That’s why Daddy is cruel to me. I don’t want them fighting. I want my old daddy. My happy daddy. But he has changed. He’s bad now. Bad, just like Mommy. What did she do? Why is she always not home? I scratch my eyes and sniff my dry tears as I pound the door continuously. Please, someone, please… I want my old daddy back… I don’t want my mommy leaving every night… The door is finally opened. Thank God! Daddy still loves me. “You! You little brat!” Daddy grabs my arm and pulls me out. “Where is your mother? You know where she is; why aren’t you telling me? Is she there again? Is she getting fucked again?” Daddy smells like puke and sour liquor again. I cry. I cry hard. He hurts me. “Stop
ELOISE Adam was here in Edinburgh, but how? How did he know where I was? Wait. Maybe he was just pranking me. He liked to play games, he liked… Oh, crap. I jumped out of bed and grabbed a hoodie from my wardrobe. Carefully, I knocked on the next door to wake Nina. She intentionally stayed in the room next to mine so I could call her when I needed something. She promptly answered the door for me, looking like I had woken her from a good night’s sleep with her scrunched-up face. “I’m sorry for waking you, Nina. I need your help.” “Is something wrong?” She rubbed her eyes. “Nothing’s wrong. Kinda.” I slipped into her room and closed the door. “Someone I know from New York is coming here in a few minutes.” She frowned. “What? That’s impossible. Maybe he’s just playing with you.” “I thought so too, but he’s not the type, and he’ll be here in less than ten minutes. Can you help me get to the gate?” “Have you been crying?” She examined my face, furrowing her brows. “No, I’m just
ADAM I’d officially lost my goddamn mind. This was unfamiliar territory for me. Of course, I should have stayed away. I had never pursued someone across another continent, but here I was, drawn to her like a moth to a flame. But bullshit, why should I stay away? She was trembling with dread right now. I’d always considered Eloise as someone headstrong and sensible. I’d wondered a few times what could tame a woman like her, and now this: she felt exposed and vulnerable in my arms. “Someone might still see us here, miss,” her friend interjected, glancing around anxiously. “Plus, it seems like you need some privacy. Will an hour be enough? I’ll wait at the side entrance.” I didn’t get any information about her, but she seemed like she served the household. I invited her to come along because I wasn’t heartless enough to leave a person alone here in the middle of the night. Eloise halted her, reaching out for her arm. “No, Nina. You’ll catch a cold. You don’t have to do this.” “I
ELOISE His words settled in the air like the world had slowed down. I blinked, my mind struggling to catch up with his unexpected confession. He seemed to want to control everything around him and do whatever pleased him, yet he told me he wanted me. Not Zoey, nor anyone else. It was suddenly a lot to take in, and my heart pounded as I processed his words in my brain. I caught my chest with my palm to calm it down. “You want me?” the words escaped my lips like a breath, almost in disbelief. I searched his eyes for any sign that he might be playing with me, but I found his deep ocean-blue eyes staring back at me with a hint of vulnerability instead. He adjusted himself in his seat and cocked his head in discomfort. “I don’t know what this means or where this is going. I just know that being around you is different. You’re the source of my headache recently, so I’m rectifying that.” I swallowed the lump building in my throat. “What about Zoey?” He grimaced. “What about her? She’s
ADAMTwo Months LaterI stared at the array of takeout containers at the dining table.Chinese. Pizza. Sushi. And what looked like... pancakes?I glanced at my wife, rummaging through another bag of food with a look of utter dissatisfaction on her face.She sighed heavily, dropping back into her seat with a huff.“This isn’t what I wanted,” she muttered, poking at a container of stir-fried noodles with her chopsticks. “Why do they always mess up the order? I specifically said no onions.”I bit back a smile, sipping water to hide my amusement. She’d been in a mood all evening—no, all week. She snapped at the delivery guy, rearranged the table three times, and now complained about the food. It wasn’t like her to be so... irritable.“Do you want me to order something else?” I offered, keeping my tone calm.She groaned. “No, it’s fine. It’s not your fault. I’m just... hungry.”“Alright,” I said, taking a bite of sushi as I watched her pick up a slice of pizza. She inspected it and then pu
ELOISEThe news was everywhere.“BREAKING: Adam Sebastian Takes Charge as CBS Undergoes Major Changes.”The TV screen in the corner of Adam’s—I meant our—living room displayed his gorgeous face as the anchor discussed his triumphant return to CBS. I sat curled up on the plush leather couch, my bare feet tucked beneath me.The move to Adam’s penthouse had consumed our week, but things felt more real for the first time since our whirlwind honeymoon—more tangible than they had a couple of weeks ago.“Following the high-profile arrest of former CEO Christopher Jackson on charges of fraud and embezzlement, CBS has been acquired by Sebastian Pictures,” the reporter announced.I glanced toward Adam, who sat in the adjacent armchair. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, and he held a glass of scotch.His hair was slightly tousled, as though he’d run his fingers through it one too many times. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes—those piercing ocean blues—held a flicker of satisfaction that only
ADAM The music shifted again, this time to something bolder—a sign that the night’s main event was about to begin. The guests settled at their tables, and so did Eloise and I. Servers glided through the crowd, topping off glasses with champagne, some served canapés. Christopher then stepped onto the stage like a man who believed the world bowed at his feet—because, for now, it did. I smirked. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, his tone booming through the room. “Thank you all for joining us tonight to celebrate our annual holiday gala and another year of extraordinary success at CBS.” Polite applause followed. His smile widened. “This year has been one of tremendous growth, and we owe that to our investors, our partners, and of course, all of you.” He gestured broadly to the crowd. “But tonight, we celebrate more than profits. We celebrate vision—the vision that built this company into what it is today.” The applause grew louder, but Christopher held up a hand, silencing them. “An
ELOISEThe Astoria Royale buzzed with the presence of celebrities, influential politicians, renowned news anchors, and prominent CBS journalists, all gathered for tonight's grand event.Towering glass chandeliers bathed the grand ballroom in a soft, golden glow, and the scent of vanilla and champagne lingered in the air with some faint traces of expensive perfumes and cigars.It was intoxicating. Dizzying. I still wasn’t used to this, not even after all the lavish parties back in Scotland.I stepped onto the red velvet carpet leading into the ballroom, the click of my emerald stilettos barely audible beneath the hum of conversation, the smooth notes of classical jazz, and bursts of laughter.The crowd stirred when Adam and I entered. Cameras flashed from behind us, and photographers called out for us to turn and pose.The flashes were blinding, but Adam’s warm, steady hand at the small of my back grounded me. I glanced up at him.God, my husband was breathtaking tonight.Adam wore a s
ELOISEThe night was unusually calm for New York—no sirens, no distant honking horns. It was just the quiet hum of the city beneath us and the distant shimmer of lights stretching to the horizon.I leaned on the balcony railing of my house, my fingers wrapped around the warm ceramic of my coffee mug, while Adam stood beside me, resting his weight against the edge.His face was hard to read tonight—calm but calculating. The kind of expression he wore when his mind was turning over something too heavy to leave unspoken. I’d grown used to the layers in his looks, but tonight, there was something sharper.“Are you going to tell me what’s on your mind, or do I have to pry it out of you?” I teased, though my voice came out softer than I intended.Adam’s lips quirked into the faintest smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You’re getting good at that—reading me.”“It’s not hard. You practically radiate tension.” I leaned closer, resting my head against his shoulder for a moment. “Talk to me.”
ELOISEWhen Adam and I first entered my place to meet Jenna and grab a few things, my best friend was already standing by the door, hands on her chest.She looked at us with disappointment written all over her face, but I knew it had more to do with the fact that I hadn’t told her I was getting married.“You traitor,” she mumbled.I sighed, not wanting to disappoint her further. I immediately hugged her.“I’m sorry. I have no excuse. But can we please sit inside so I can explain?”“You told me I’d be your maid of honor!”She glanced at Adam and scowled.“Another traitor.”“Hi! Jenna, right?” Adam flashed his sweetest smile.Jenna’s mouth dropped open, but she quickly looked away.“Just come in.” She stepped aside.We entered the living room while Adam looked around, taking in the space.“You do have a nice place here. Maybe we should stay?” he teased.Jenna gasped and rushed in front of us.“Are you guys—kicking me out?”I laughed. “Don’t listen to him. He’s just kidding!”We sat down
ELOISEThat evening, while I was showering, Adam joined me. He wrapped his arms around me from behind while his lips placed soft kisses on my shoulder. I moved my hair to the side and looked back at him. Even after everything, it still felt surreal. Adam was my husband now.Just a few weeks ago, I met this man because of a simple mistake on a blind date, and he became someone who supported me. But there was still so much I had to learn about him, many things we needed to resolve and discuss.Under the shower, we stayed silent, savoring each other’s presence. Words became unnecessary with each kiss on my shoulder, neck, and back. I surrendered to the surge of emotions, my body burning with every touch of his fingers on my skin.Adam’s lips traveled down my back to the space between my buttocks. I moaned, arching my back as his tongue slid through. I gripped the wall; the only sounds were the splashing water, my rapid heartbeat, and my heavy breathing. His fingers traced my slit, and my
ELOISEWhen the doctor left, Adam and I watched Davina sit beside Malcolm’s bed, her hand never leaving his face.The doctor told us he didn’t know when my brother was going to wake up, but he should still be able to from his temporary coma.Davina was the first to speak. “How… how could Callum do this to me? After everything…”Dad was standing by the window with his hands folded across his chest when he finally broke his silence. “Callum did it because I let him. Because my ambition and greed blinded me.” There was a long pause before he turned to face us. “I did this. I did this to our family... to Malcolm. I was too focused on making sure the Cunningham name stayed strong. I was one-sided.”Davina’s eyes flicked, and her lips pressed tightly together. “You can’t blame yourself for this. I asked you to—”“I can blame myself,” Dad cut her off. “I’ve seen the signs. To think that I almost gave away my only daughter.” He waved his hand towards me.My heart skipped a beat. I wasn’t sure
ADAM Eloise and I continued to move through the crowd, accepting congratulations and well wishes from the guests. I kept glancing around the room, scanning the crowd for any sign of Jonathan, but he had taken the initiative and was now talking to Callum. He had probably slipped away during the ceremony to begin his part of the operation. Now, all I could do was wait for him to make contact. Eloise chatted with her relatives near the buffet table when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I stepped away from the crowd, keeping my movements casual. I checked the message. It was from Jonathan: We spotted the ambulance, but one of my men outside hit a small complication. I glanced around again, making sure Callum wasn’t watching, and I remained calm. I moved toward a secluded reception corner, pressing the phone to my ear as I dialed Jonathan’s number. Jonathan gestured to Callum to wait a moment as he answered my call. “Jonathan, what’s going on?” I asked, my voice low but urgent. “I’m sor