Pregnancies, Affairs, Drama. Sebastian Tranten's Exposé: "Eloise Barlowe Ruined My Life."
Who knew that the darling of the modelling industry was such a whore? We all did. Prior to Barlowe's romance with Tranten, she frequented clubs around Manhattan, often spotted romancing with the richest of New York. "Fucking her way up to the top" seemed to work for Barlowe until she settled down with Tranten.
In an hour long interview, Sebastian Tranten speaks his truth about the brutal relationship with Eloise Barlowe, including baby-trapping, alcoholism, miscarriages, sex, and her affair with the Fallen Stars member Beckett Ford.
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"You guys have to break up," Marise said from the other side of the phone. I'd never heard her so tired before.
"Fuck no," I answered quietly, not wanting to wake Elle up. She lay peacefully beside me, unaware of the shit that'd come when she woke up.
"We're going on tour, Beckett. You can't be with her," she pressed. "It's sold out. The whole tour. I'm afraid Elle's going to be an issue."
"I don't even want to go on the goddamn tour," I said. "You guys never plan shit with me or the rest of the band, I hate this whole management."
Marise sighed on the other side of the phone. "You can't not go, Beckett," she muttered.
"I'm not leaving Elle," I said resolutely. "Release me from the fucking contract, I want out," I rambled mindlessly. They would never let me go. I'd already tried too many times.
"I can pull out sections of your contract to show you that our management has the power over who you're dating. But that'd be a hassle, and you already know that we can do this. Just make it easy," Marise said exhausted, a twinge of sadness lacing her voice. "The contract can control everything in your life, Beckett."
"You know I'd never forgive you," I raised my voice. "She's my girlfriend," I hissed.
"Anybody could be your girlfriend," she retaliated. "Tranten hates you, and he wants Elle. Just leave Eloise and everything will be fine. Don't provoke him."
"Nothing in that interview is true. We never had a fucking affair, Marise. You know that she didn't even want to date me after Sebastian," I told her.
"You knew that she wanted to leave New York and everything behind. You're the only reason she's staying here."
I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I know," I answered. Marise knew us too well. She knew where to hit for it to hurt most.
"She'd be happier away from here. You know that, Beckett. She's going to be harassed ten times harder now where paparazzi can so easily find her," she said. This was why you didn't let PR people so close.
Elle moved closer to me, her head on my chest as she slowly woke up. I ended the call with Marise immediately.
