Brittany Elliott Chase Elliott Novels & Stories

The room looked spacious and beautiful but she had no time to admire it. "You have five minutes to say whatever you want to say.", the man sitting on the front desk said arrogantly as he kept himself engrossed in some type of paperwork. "I am pregnant.", Rain blurted out. These words caught Damien off guards as he stood up from his chair elegantly and made his way to Rain. "What's your name?", Damien asked the timid girl. "Rain. Rain Carter.", she replied though she was quite shocked that he didn't remember her name. "So you believe you are pregnant with my child.", Damien asked with an emotionless face to which Rain nodded her head.

He snapped, “Sugar tits, you’d better have a goddamn good reason for calling me on Thanksgiving.” Whoa. Chase called his publicist… sugar tits? That didn’t sound very professional. Brandt finished his beer and returned inside. He tried to sneak past the living room where the mamas and babies were holding court, but he heard, “Brandt! Come here.” Two million pairs of eyes bored into him. Okay, it was only India, Skylar, Libby, Ginger and Macie, but it seemed like more. “What?” he said to India, who’d tucked her new baby boy Ellison so closely to her breast he only saw a blanket covered lump.

That's Pierro Montana's daughter," Brittany exclaims. "But do you know Estelle's parents?" His question baffled her. She also didn't know Estelle's parents and her surname was also Montana but maybe it was just a coincidence. Yet, what if it wasn't a coincidence? How did Estelle manage to get out of Police custody so fast? and it wasn't the only time. She easily got away with so many things. As Brittanny was engrossed in her thoughts, she didn't notice when Joel disappeared. She looked all around but couldn't find him. She attempted to go in search of him but was called by her dad.

Amusement danced in my eyes as I turned to her and was about to say something, but Daniel beat me to it. “Don’t mind me. Chase, this is Meredith, my fiancé, and her daughter, Elodie.” “Ellie,” I heard the girl beside me correct through gritted teeth as she brought a glass of water to her lips. Elodie, hmm. “Babe, this is my brother, Chase,” he said to the woman by his side. I flashed her my award winning smile and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks, and I resisted the urge to laugh out loud.

she mumbled, draping the blanket around her shoulders. Chase didn’t grin even once. “Noted.” Ella awoke from the loud dragging of the curtains open to expose the sunshine pouring in. She grunted and buried her head into the pillow. “Chase, for crying out loud.” “Stand up,” he ordered, who was already dressed in a clean white shirt with rolled-up sleeves. “We have work to do.”. Ella cracked an eye open. “We?” Chase tossed a file onto the bed. “Meet Isabella Rodriguez —a top designer, a millionaire, and conveniently, my wife.”

Jamie said, giving her a sympathetic smile. “Eliza’s a bitch,” Elliott added. “I kinda want to go to Quebec or wherever the hell she is now just to slap her in her smug little face.” “You would hit a girl,” Christian replied, shaking his head. “She’s not a girl. She’s a bitch,” he countered, loudly. “She wasn’t, though. Not at first,” Cadence countered. Before he could argue, she added, “Not to me anyway. And there’s the rub.” “Well, I’m gonna go check on my kids,” Elliott said, pulling himself out of his chair. “See if they’re still squabblin’.”

I slowed my steps, my heart beating faster as my grandfather's warning echoed in my mind: You are in a den of wolves now, Emily. I pulled back behind a heavy decorative pillar and peeked around the corner. Standing in the hallway was my uncle Daniel, looking unusually agitated. Standing opposite him was a tall, sharply dressed woman with styled dark hair and high heels. She looked to be in her mid-forties, carrying an air of ruthless arrogance. I recognized her face from the business magazines I had skimmed in the study—it was Victoria Vance, the vice-chair of the Wesley Corporation board and one of my grandfather's oldest business associates.

Five years later, she came back and said she wanted to start over with him. Ella said in a row, confusing her and Ammit's mind. - You know? Ammit angrily asked, but didn't wait for her answer Lilly asked - What's her name? - Minerva (mik can't let Mira be the bad guy, sorry), is Brittany Snow 's sister . I met her sister a few times then. Ella is neither fast nor slow to speak, Lilly gets angry when she hears it - She's gone, why come back here? Want to spend Ammit's lover ? If so, I'll expose her face.

“Betty has a treatment to go to the next few days. Giving her this as a surprise will lift her spirits up.” “She spoke highly of you, Ms. Porter.” Elli looked at Mr. Grande and smiled. “She’s a sweet girl,” she commented. “She’s looking forward to seeing you again,” he assured. “Excuse me for asking, is Elli your full name? I noticed on the presentation that you have four initials.” “Elli is my nickname,” she answered calmly. “My full name is Ellisande Snow Wright Porter.” Mr. Grande suddenly looked shocked, SJ had noticed immediately.

Chase didn’t smile back. “Hey.” The word came out flat. Careful. Brittany’s gaze flicked to me—curious, assessing—then back to Chase. “Introduce me?” she asked lightly. Chase’s jaw flexed once. “Sloane,” he said. “My… stepsister.” Brittany’s brows lifted slightly. “Stepsister. Right. Richard’s daughter.” She extended a hand. Perfect manicure. Warm smile. “Hi, Sloane. I’m Brittany. Chase’s… old friend.”