Romans & histoires George Elliot

​He slowly turned his head, his cold, grey eyes finally locking onto Ellie. ​"Eleanor Hart," Arthur murmured, his tone dripping with a calculated, public pity. "An opportunist from a bankrupt family. A woman who left London with a payout, spent four years hiding in Paris, and has now crawled back into my grandson's bed the exact moment his succession was guaranteed." ​A collective murmur rippled through the independent shareholders. Victoria smiled thinly, tapping her pen against her folder.

Elliot was working with the photographer to guide and assist the models in striking the best poses to showcase each piece most attractively. “It was definitely a good idea to change my mind because I see that you really feel that passion for designing jewelry,”George thought as he watched Elliot look happy and comfortable with what he was doing. “Dad…” “Eh…” George snapped out of his thoughts and saw Elliot looking at him. “Sorry, were you calling me?” “Boss, if you’d like, I can get you a chair or a coffee,” the photographer offered. “You look tired.” “I’ll take the coffee, Danny,” George said, noticing one of the models handing him a freshly made cup of coffee. “Thanks. Now, what’s up?” he

He tried to say something but failed to find the words. "Rebecca, don't bother with him," Ellen said lazily from the front seat and handed Rebecca a fake rose. "Do you not realize what kind of person Georgie is? He's a musclehead without a brain. Why waste your time on him?" Ellen added. Georgie looked up and glared at Ellen. Ellen ignored him and waved the fake rose in front of Rebecca. "Rebecca, just calm down, okay?" Rebecca gave Ellen a displeased look, accepted the rose, and twirled it between her fingers. She lowered her head and pondered the intriguing nature of humans.

I said to her and she laughed. “You know you do that too, you don’t even blink, you get that look in your eyes and it can be scary,” she said to me. “Don’t make me blush,” I said and she laughed. After dinner I went back to my office and continued my search into Conrad Baugarten’s life. I could find what other people never thought of to even look for and by 2 AM I knew everything there was to know about him. Conrad had a secret and I had noticed the email he had stupidly placed in a folder named John Whitcombe. The email correspondence was between him and a man named Gustav Merrick and it had taken place fifteen years earlier.

Emilia was far from ready and she had no idea as to where they were going so it was almost impossible to pick out what to wear. About thirty minutes later, Emilia rushed out of the room in a fitted brown colored gown with black stiletto heels. Her hair was straightened to perfection and she wore minimal makeup. Diego who was waiting downstairs kept glancing at his wrist watch impatiently. Emilia was furious with Liam. First, he ignored her the whole day and now he was making her hurry without informing her earlier if his plans. He was going to get an earful from her. That was certain. ************************************************************

George, on the other hand, weakly raised up and slowly unbuttoned his clothes. "What are you doing?!" Elli asked, panicking. "I want to take a bath. I feel hot." George answered. George continue to remove his clothes until there's nothing left. He gradually walk towards the small door connected to the bathroom and entered there. Meanwhile, Elli wash his face with his palms and literally cursed. He raised his head after, and look up to the ceiling. He let out a sigh and gently glance to the door which still open. He slowly walk towards there and with clenched jaws, he watch the drunk man bath inside the room. His glare became dark as he clenched his fists tightly.

*Eleanor's POV* I heaved a sigh of relief as I walked into the empty kitchen. I leaned on one of the kitchen cabinets to catch my breath. Today has really been hectic, we have been cooking different kinds of meals. Why? According to what I heard, this lord Elliot happens to be a very powerful person and is very hard to please. The maids wouldn't stop gossiping about him, and I've been thinking if he's that hard to please, why are they wasting their time preparing a surprise party for him. Well the worst part is, nobody's attending the party aside from the king and his family. So why are they cooking all the kinds of meals I've never heard of before, talk less of eating them. I doubt they are

I should've confronted them and asserted my position, but I couldn't. I watched as they stepped off stage, my husband introducing her to the guests, my chest tightening. Without confronting them, I slowly turned to leave, my legs trembling beneath me. But as I reached for the exit door, a firm hand grasped my arm, roughly spinning me around. I turned and met Avery Gilbert's gaze. She flashed me a troubling smile, locking eyes with me. "The party's just started, where are you off to, Mrs. Elliot... Oops, my bad. I meant, Ms. Flair," she said mockingly.

Until, that is, Charlotte, the accident, and everything that has led up to the moment that I'm standing in my room, watching as my now ex-wife fights her exhaustion and fever. I grumble to myself, going to find someone to prepare a meal for myself, and some water and pain medication for Ella. I overhear the maid saying something as I hit the bottom stair: "You still act so hostile toward Miss Ella. She is so kind and down-to-earth. Why do you continue to treat her with disdain when you give such leniency to Miss Charlotte?" "I know George liked her. Ella, that is," Miss Cates replies. "It's obvious to anyone with eyes. George goes after, and even prefers, the most beautiful woman he can. He'