ELOISEWe each retired to our assigned bedrooms. Entering mine, I was struck by how neatly my belongings were arranged in the walk-in closet as if they had always been there.The clothes from my last stay hung in pristine condition as if they were inviting me to wear them.But I wasn’t about to conform to expectations. The last thing I wanted was to get comfortable. I didn’t belong here.I showered and changed into a shirt and jeans I had packed. I felt more myself in casual clothes than in fancy, custom-made dresses clothes, although they were actually pretty.I still wasn’t used to the lifestyle my father expected. I hadn’t heard what he planned for us after the wedding—not that I was looking forward to following his plans. Knowing Logan, he always had a scheme to control me, and here I was again, like a puppet following his commands.Adam knocked on my door, and I opened it for him. He was dressed similarly. He appeared more relaxed than I had ever seen him in someone else’s house
ELOISEAdam's reaction made my stomach clench. I stopped walking as well. “Even now, it feels like I’m being trapped. He made me fear him so much that sometimes, I feel like the knot around my ankle is still there, and I remember how hopeless I was.”“Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?” His voice was a low growl.“It’s all in the past now.”Adam’s face hardened, and he reached out to gently touch my arm. “It doesn’t matter when it happened. That’s unforgivable. I swear, I won’t let him hurt you again. Not while I’m here.”I nodded, swallowing hard. I knew I had to tell him. I had told no one about this, and it had been kept in my chest for so long that I knew at some point I had to get it out.“This is why I didn’t like the feeling of being helpless, being tied—being a submissive. I was already born that way; I knew you’d noticed. I knew you’d sense it, but I was done doing that; I just had no choice.”Adam frowned in confusion. “But you asked me to teach y—”I pressed a finger to hi
ELOISE The morning meeting with Dad and his wife was arranged in the drawing room. Sunshine was slipping through the curtains, illuminating my father's and Davina's serious faces. Davina had already forsaken her mourning attire; her expression was stoic yet slightly more composed than in previous days. Adam's supportive presence beside me fortified my resolve as we faced them across the room. "I'm pleased you've allowed me to organize this, Eloise. I heard from Bruce that Adam has generously offered to cover the expenses. But, it should be considered as part of Eloise's dowry," Dad began his tone, casual but calculating. I wanted to laugh. "There’s no such thing as dowries in America. The Sebastians wants an equal partnership, not outdated traditions." He nodded, acknowledging my point with a wry smile. "True, but we men must oblige to our wives—or wives-to-be, right?" He glanced at Adam for affirmation. Adam responded diplomatically, "I suppose you're right." Feeling the momen
ELOISE"We don't plan on staying here long. You can name the titles to me or whatever, but I have no experience managing your finances or business," I said with my chin up. I was going to be a Sebastian. When I finally married, Dad would no longer have much hold over me.Davina laughed humorlessly. "See that, Logan? She doesn't have what it takes. If you transfer your title to her, it will end this family.""When I transfer, Davina. It's 'when.' She will be the head of this family and have heirs with this man to continue the line. It's not futile." Dad sighed, and for the first time in my life, he was siding with me, but I wasn't naive. There was always a catch."How can I do that if I'm in the States?" I questioned."Callum will still manage the business," Davina concluded. "You will be titled, but that's all." She smirked. "Honestly, we will only need a legal binding and signature."There. The truth finally came out. They would only give me the paper title. They only needed my name
ELOISE "Ah, Miss Eloise, I saw you just a few weeks ago, and now, here you are, ready to step into a new chapter of life!" Bonnie exclaimed. The French designer meticulously checked the measurements of my wedding gown, her skilled fingers running along the delicate lace and satin. I stood before the mirror, the reflection showing my flushed face and awkward poise. "How time flies," I replied, smiling at her reflection in the mirror. Bonnie chuckled softly; her eyes glimmered in delight as she adjusted a pin near my waist. "And now, you'll be the most stunning bride I've designed for this year. This gown," she gestured grandly, "is crafted to make you stand out. So you better stand straight, my dear." I did as I was told. I watched her expert movements, each measurement and adjustment made with precision and care. "It's even more beautiful than I imagined." The gown was an exquisite design of ivory satin that flowed like liquid with each movement I made. The bodice was meticulousl
ADAM I played pool and had brandy with Logan until evening, and he asked about my relationship with Eloise, just the basics. I was waiting for him to show any sign of the man Eloise used to tell me about, but he remained private and diverted the conversation to something else whenever I tried. I don't despise the man for what he did for his daughter, but I haven’t grown any liking for him; I was only trying to be civilized. He also wanted this business expansion to Las Vegas, implying that he only accepted our engagement because he expected me to invest. I didn’t find any anomaly in their plans for their expansion. Blackwood was actually managing that quite well, not that I praised him (because he was a low-life asshole and a criminal who leeched off the family), but there were still illegal transactions happening inside among their elite members. If I was to invest in such a business, I needed to make sure that fucker wouldn’t touch anything I’d work hard for. “I wanted to hear w
ELOISE My brother lay there unconscious, with oxygen attached to his mouth and other things connected to his body. Tons of questions swirled in my head: How did he get here? What did Callum do to him? How did Callum fake his death? Didn't they bury him? Didn't Dad see his body? We even went to his grave. But those questions didn’t matter now. Malcolm was here, alive, even though he was in a coma. I ran to him and held his warm hand, staring at his skinny face. He looked tired but still handsome. He had been here all this time, kept alive only by these machines. We had mourned him. “What did you do? I knew it. I knew you did this.” I glared at Callum. He rolled his eyes and slipped his hand into his pocket, looking relaxed as if Malcolm wasn't his nephew. “Alright, I did this, did that. I just had to do what I had to because, in the end, I knew your father would ditch me.” He walked closer and casually sat on the bed next to my brother. “Now, are you going to negotiate?” A sur
ELOISEI returned to my father’s mansion feeling drained and exhausted, as if the spa’s effects had worn off. Everything happened in a flash, and it felt like my brain wanted to stop functioning. Back at the hospital, all that mattered was Malcolm. I kissed his forehead and said my temporary goodbyes with a heavy heart.By the time I entered the grand hall, Nina came running to me for an embrace. She was crying her lungs out, and all I could do was tap her back.“Where have you been? It’s almost midnight. I waited for you until they closed, but you weren’t there. We were so worried about you. What happened?” She stepped back to look into my face.“I was…”Adam suddenly came to me and wrapped me in his arms, tight, as if he had been longing for me. He was breathing hard. He hugged me so tightly I couldn’t breathe. He didn’t say anything for a moment. He was just there, holding me, feeling me with every touch and fingertip.“Adam…” I whispered. Then Mr. Ross approached us.“Miss, I had