Hello guys, here’s a little one shot! Tell me if there’s any mistake (English isn’t my native language)
I’m kinda nervous to post this 🙏
In the heart of London's high society, secrets have a way of simmering beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to boil over. For years, Lady Whistledown was the hidden mastermind, stirring up scandals with her sharp commentary. No one knew her true identity, not even Eloise Bridgerton, whose relentless curiosity and sharp mind had led her to obsess over the elusive columnist.
Yet the truth has a peculiar way of revealing itself, often at the most inopportune times.
Eloise Bridgerton was in her study, flipping through a stack of pamphlets she had pilfered from the printing press. She had come to suspect many people, even her best friend, Y/N, who was always conveniently in the know about the latest scandal. Still, it seemed too far-fetched, and Y/N had always laughed off the accusation with a casual wave.
Tonight, however, Eloise's suspicion had reached a fever pitch. She had found an intriguing clue: a rather large sum of money stashed away in Y/N's dresser, along with several letters bearing Lady Whistledown's seal. The implications were as clear as day. Eloise had stared at the discovery, her pulse racing with a mixture of betrayal and a perverse sense of triumph. She had solved the mystery.
The door to her study swung open, and Y/N walked in, her smile fading when she saw Eloise's expression.
Eloise stood abruptly, holding up the letters. "I found these," she said, her voice cold and accusatory. "Care to explain?"
Y/N's eyes widened, darting from the letters to the money and back to Eloise's furious gaze. "Eloise, I—"
"You're Lady Whistledown," Eloise interrupted, her voice rising. "You've been lying to me this entire time!"
Y/N took a step back, guilt and fear flashing across her face. "Eloise, please, let me explain-"
"Explain?" Eloise's voice was a scream now, tears pooling in her eyes. "Explain what? That you've been deceiving me? That you've been writing those horrid things about my family and even about me and Theo?"
At the mention of Theo, Y/N's own temper flared. "This isn't just about you, Eloise! Do you think I wanted to write that? Do you think I had a choice?"
Eloise threw the letters down, her hands shaking. "You had a choice, Y/N! You always had a choice! You could have confided in me, trusted me, but instead, you chose to humiliate me in front of all of London!"
"Humiliate you?" Y/N shot back, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Do you have any idea what it's like to be in your shadow all the time? All you ever talk about is Theo! Theo this, Theo that! I couldn't bear it anymore!"
Eloise's breath caught in her throat. "Why would you be jealous of Theo? He's just my friend!"
"Does he know that?" Y/N shouted, her voice breaking. "Because I don't think so! Have you seen the way he looks at you?"
The room echoed with their heavy breathing, their words lingering between them. Eloise's mind raced to process Y/N's confession. She had always seen Theo as a confidant, someone who understood her disdain for societal norms. But Y/N's words hit home, forcing her to confront feelings she hadn't realized were there.
"I didn't want this," Y/N continued, her voice softer now, laced with pain. "I didn't want to hurt you, El. But every time you talked about Theo, it felt like a dagger to my heart. I couldn't stand it."
Eloise took a step forward, her anger giving way to confusion and hurt. "You never said anything. You never told me how you felt."
Y/N wiped her tears away, her shoulders slumping. "How could I? You were so wrapped up in your own world, in your investigations and your ideals. I felt invisible."
The silence that followed was heavy, filled with unsaid words and pain. Eloise's heart ached for her friend, for the betrayal and the jealousy that had festered between them.
"I'm sorry," Eloise whispered, her voice cracking. "I never meant to make you feel that way."
Y/N looked up, her eyes filled with a mixture of hope and fear. "Do you mean that?"
Eloise nodded, taking another step closer. "I do. But you have to understand how much this hurt me. You wrote those things about me and Theo, knowing how it would make me feel."
Y/N's eyes hardened again, her own anger flaring up. "And you have to understand how it felt to be sidelined, to be nothing more than a spectator in your life!"
Their voices rose again, the intensity of their emotions boiling over. Words flew between them, mixing accusations and confessions in a whirlwind of raw emotion.
"You think I don't see you?" Eloise yelled. "You think I don't care?"
"It certainly feels that way!" Y/N shot back. "All you ever talk about is Theo! It's like I don't even exist!"
Eloise's hands tightened into fists, her nails digging into her palms. "How dare you say that? You're my best friend!"
"Then why didn't you see how much I was hurting?" Y/N cried, her voice breaking. "Why didn't you see how much I love you?"
The room fell into a stunned silence, the weight of Y/N's confession hanging between them. Eloise stared at her, her mind reeling. Love. The word echoed in her head, bringing with it a flood of emotions she hadn't fully understood until now.
Before she could process what she was doing, Eloise closed the distance between them, her lips crashing against Y/N's in a desperate, angry kiss. It was a mix of anger and longing, a release of the tension that had been building between them for so long.
Y/N responded just as intensely, her hands tangling in Eloise's hair as she channeled all her frustration and desire into the kiss. It was passionate and messy, a clear reflection of the storm of emotions between them.
When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other's as they tried to catch their breath.
"I hate you," Eloise whispered, though her voice lacked conviction. "I hate that you made me feel this way."
Y/N let out a shaky laugh, her fingers tracing the line of Eloise's jaw. "I hate you too. I hate that I couldn't just tell you how I felt."
They stood there, caught between love and hate, anger and desire, their bodies pressed together as if trying to merge into one. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them and the intensity of their feelings.
"I'm sorry," Y/N said again, her voice softer now. "I'm so sorry, Eloise."
Eloise nodded, her eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry too. For everything."
They kissed again, this time slower, gentler, a promise of understanding and forgiveness. It was a beginning, a way to start healing the wounds they had inflicted on each other.
As they held each other, the anger and hurt began to melt away, replaced by a tentative hope for what could be. They had a long way to go, but for now, they had each other. And that was enough.
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