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 The Sebastians wants an equal partnership, not outdated traditions."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
ELOISEThe day had finally arrived, and I couldn’t believe it was real—my wedding day. I had always imagined what this day would feel like, but reality had a way of twisting those dreams into something more and less than I had imagined.I couldn’t fully explain what I was feeling. Nerves buzzed under my skin, mixed with a tingling excitement that I could feel on my fingertips and even a bit of fear. This was it. I was really going to get married—to the best, most understanding man I had ever known, not to mention the sexiest man alive.A smile tugged at my lips as I thought of Adam—his touch, his voice, the way he had been my rock through everything. But my heart kept pounding in my chest. It wasn’t just the typical wedding day jitters. My mind was also drifting to the idea that Malcolm was alive and that this was the day Callum and I had agreed I would get my brother back, as well as the secrets Adam and I were keeping from Logan and Davina.The soft hum of conversation drifted throu
ELOISEIn fairness, I was in awe of the garden reception decorated with pastel colors, our color motifs, floral arrangements, and a lengthy buffet for fancy guests under the twinkling fairy lights. The soft mainstream music from the live band filled the air with laughter and conversations.From the outside, despite all the reasons and family drama, it was the perfect evening, just as I had always imagined for my wedding. I couldn’t shake off the thoughts of the challenges that awaited us.I walked through the crowd, exchanging smiles and greetings, but I was especially eager to see the Sebastians. As I approached their table, their presence at the reception meant a lot to me, and I hadn’t had the chance to greet them properly yet. I spotted them gathered under a large oak tree, the soft light making their happy faces glow. Rachel and Benjamin were sitting together, looking engaged in a conversation. Sitting next to them were Rafael and Julian, Adam’s older brothers, each holding one