로그인Everything seemed to stop moving just then. For a moment, it was just Elena and the strange woman in the hall.Mrs. Anderson?Who was this woman? A relative?The woman turned slightly at being addressed, and in that moment said something to the other woman.Then she turned back to Elena. This time her expression was cooler.“So,” she said slowly, “Who the hell are you?”Before she could respond, Aaron stepped between them. “Coz, this is Marilyn Thompson,” he turned to Elena. “Marilyn, this is my cousin, Helen Anderson.”Elena nodded, her mind working the math. This woman was Aaron’s cousin, a Calvalli and also Martin’s wife, her legal sister in law. She nodded slowly. Helen glanced at her outstretched arms and muttered a string of curses before sauntering away.“I’m sorry about that,” Aaron said after she had left. “She just does things like this sometimes.”Elena nodded. She had no idea that somehow, her own family had ties to the Calvallis. Why did her brother keep that from her?
By six-thirty that evening, Elena stood in front of the full-length mirror in her room, staring at her reflection.She stood there longer than necessary, unable to take her eyes off herself. She looked absolutely stunning.The emerald dress Martins had sent clung to her figure like it had been made specifically for her.The silk fabric hugged her waist and flowed to the floor, the slit at the side was revealing just enough to make it daring without being indecent.The neckline came a bit lower, exposing the pearl necklace that adorned her neck. She touched it lightly, as though scared that her hands were too dirty for it.Her makeup and hair made it seem like she was a goddess and she loved the way she looked.She was nothing like the woman Aaron had once dismissed.For a brief second, Elena almost smiled and she wished he could see her right now. She had refused to take his calls, deciding that a push was all he needed to break up with Tiffani. “Ma’am, you look stunning,” the styli
“You are cordially invited to celebrate the fifth birthday of Master Julian Anderson.”Elena glanced at gold letters on the cream colored card and blinked rapidly.It was a nice gesture, but there was no way she could attend. She had arrived at the office that morning and met the thick envelope on her table and recognized the Anderson’s family crest. She had no idea who it was, but she was certain that it had to be one of her brother’s son. She had forgotten their names. All of them were married except Kelvin. Her eyes moved further down the card.Venue: Anderson Estate Grand HallTime: 6:00 PMDress Code: FormalShe made a mental note to call Martins later to ask whose child it was so she could send a gift as she wouldn’t be able to attend.She smiled, her heart clenching tightly at the thought that she wouldn’t be able to meet her Nephew.She grabbed her phone and sent a text quickly. ‘I got an invite. Whose child is it? I can’t seem to remember,’ she added an emoji of a crying f
Elena began to recount everything to him. The financial discrepancies she found, the car accident and threats to her life after finding the files.She told him everything except one thing, her real identity as Elena Anderson.He was quiet for a while. “You suspect the family.”She swallowed hard. It was a thought she had refused to believe. “Yes.”“And the Calvalli family.”“Yes.”A soft tapping sound followed and then he muttered something she didn’t understand before speaking. “I don’t like cases involving powerful families.”Elena swallowed hard. Perhaps, she had indeed chosen the wrong person for this. “You’re refusing to take the case?”He let out a deep sigh. “I’m thinking about it.”She leaned forward, her voice low. “Someone tried to kill me.”“I heard you for the first time.” His voice was calm in a way that annoyed her.Elena clenched her fists. Was he going to help her or not? “Then help me.”He was silent for a long while when she began to think he had ended the call. Just
“Elena, what’s going on?”She glanced around the room, at their faces. She wondered if one person in the room had been lying to her. Had been lying to them all. She had called for a meeting at her apartment earlier, stating that they needed to talk.She opened the folder and slid the papers across the table.“I found these today.”Ethan glanced at it for a long while, disbelief etched on his face. “What is this?”She carefully studied their expressions. Martins looked like he was going to explode out of fury. Mark and Kelvin equally looked cold.“That’s what I’d like to know as well.”“These are…” Mark began and then let out a string of curses. “Where did you get this?”She shrugged and leaned back. “Someone kept them in my office. It was on the table, waiting for me. And my secretary cannot seem to recall how it got there,” her voice was rising and she was trying so hard to keep it calm.“You’re saying that someone kept these for you in your office? That someone knows of your true id
Elena watched him, inwardly smiling at his discomfort. Tiffani too would see that the man she was fawning over was not all that. “Well?” She leaned forward. “What’s it going to be?” “Uhm,” he cleared his throat. “Marilyn, it’s not as easy as you think.” She nodded. “A mama’s boy, I see.” Despite the cool atmosphere, she could see the beads of sweat on his forehead. “I’ll end things with her,” his voice was low and she was certain that he was lying. But that didn’t dissuade her. She grinned. “Great!” They kept talking and she told him that she was new In the city as she had been in Spain for a long time, grateful for the little Spanish she had picked up as a hobby, a fact he wasn’t aware of as he never showed interest in her. When he leaned close to kiss her after the dinner, she pulled back, pushing back the warm feelings she felt. “No,” she placed her fingers on his lips, just as she had seen in movies. “I can’t play with someone’s man. I’ll only let you kiss me when I’m su
Elena stood frozen, it was almost as though her brain had stopped working.Her fingers trembled as she gripped the curtain tightly. The man was looking straight at her.She staggered back as though the man would be able to reach her from there. Her heart slammed hard against her chest. She was cer
Elena stared at him for a long while and then slowly, a smile stretched on her lips.“Dinner sounds lovely,” she smiled in what she hoped would look seductive, although the Aaron she knew never bothered with her silly seductive acts.Aaron’s expression brightened almost immediately. “Tonight?” He s
“Hell no!” Ethan looked at his sister as though she had suddenly grown a horn. “What the hell are you saying?” He continued. “I won’t let you do that. It’s dangerous!”The others nodded in agreement and Martins cleared his throat. “We lost you for years, Elena. And we’re not about to…”Elena let
The elevator door slid open with a soft chime and Elena stepped out, her heels clicking sharply against the shiny marbled floor of the Anderson group’s headquarters.She let out a deep breath. This was it.It was her first day at work, and not as Elena Anderson or Elena Calvalli.Her fingers tighte







