All Chapters of THE ANDERSON'S LOST SISTER : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Elena froze and her scream died in her mouth. For one horrifying second, she believed that this was it. This was how she was going to die. The hand tightened slightly over her mouth. “Listen to me carefully,” the man whispered. “He’s not alone.” Her heart slammed hard against her chest. Does this mean that he wasn’t with them? She could hear the movement outside the archive room now. Heavy footsteps, the sound of things being thrown around. The voice behind her spoke again. “Do you understand me?” Elena nodded slowly and then the hand eased away from her mouth and she spun around immediately. The darkness swallowed most of the man’s features, but she could make out his tall frame, broad shoulders and dark clothing. He had a black cap pulled low over his face. She staggered backward, pressing herself against the shelves. “Who are you?” she whispered. Instead of answering, he raised a finger to his lips. “Quiet.” He sounded authoritative, but something about it made Elena obey

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 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

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,” t

He had actually done it! Elena beamed. Her plan had worked faster than she expected. “Aaron…” “I told her that it was over,” His voice was firm now. “No more pretending. No more pressure from my parents.” He let out a deep breath. Elena smiled, but she still wasn’t convinced. Mr and Mrs. Calvalli weren’t the kind of people who would sit still and watch their son do something against their will. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Marilyn,” he continued. Her hand tightened around the phone and for a while, she forgot how to speak. This was supposed to make her happy, this was supposed to feel like justice. So why did it hurt? She forced her voice to remain steady. “That’s… a lot to tell someone this early.” He chuckled. “I know, but it’s the truth.” Her eyes caught someone from outside the window and she moved closer. The man’s back was turned to her, but she thought it was familiar. It was when he turned around that she realized that it was the man from the party. The one