Elena And Caroline Novels & Stories

The way he had made it seem like he had already won. But this wasn't his victory. It was just the beginning. By morning, the world already knew. Elena sat at the long mahogany dining table of her family's townhouse, the headlines flashing across the screen of her phone. "Billionaire Adrian Blackwood Engaged to Elena Carter - A Love Story or Business Deal?" "From Ruin to Romance: Elena Carter Set to Marry the Man Who Destroyed Her Family. "The Devil Finally Takes a Wife." Her jaw tightened as she scrolled through the endless speculation.

“Elena didn’t die for nothing. She was chasing something–something big enough they had to shut her up. We find what she was chasing, we find her killers.” Caroline slid a thin notebook across the table. “This was found in her apartment. Her notes.” She opened it, revealing a series of names, addresses and shorthand scribbles only half-decipherable. De Luca. Vittorio. A few shell companies. Offshore accounts in Panama and Zurich. She was close to cracking something wide open.”

Her eyes darted around the messy counters, the half-open locker, the scattered makeup brushes like Carol had left in a rush. Elena pressed her palm to her forehead, pacing once before stopping at the vanity again. “Damn it, Carol,” She muttered under her breath. It wasn’t just about Carol slipping away, it was about who else was in the building. Luca. He had come looking for her, Elena was sure of it now. If he found Carol, if Carol said the wrong thing, everything could come crashing down. Elena clenched her fists, her mind racing in a dozen directions. Should she chase after Carol?

Eleanor shot back, her hands trembling as she packed her belongings. Caroline grabbed Eleanor's arm, trying to pull her away from the bags. "Stop this madness!" she pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation. But Eleanor refused to relent. "7 births?" Eleanor scoffed at Caroline's mention of their supposed eternal bond. "I cannot stay here for 7 more minutes." With a determined shrug, Eleanor broke free from Caroline's grasp and made her way back to her bags. But before she could take another step, the sound of Caroline collapsing to the floor echoed through the room, her body limp and unconscious.

she sputtered, her eyes wide, her expression horrified. "Eliza." Caroline whirled on me, her face pale, her fingers digging into my arm. "Zane," she hissed, her voice trembling. "What is going on? Why are they pairing us with them?" I blinked, my mind racing. Alisa? Eliza? The two girls who had made it their mission to make Caroline’s life miserable? The ones who had spread rumors, who had tripped her in the halls, who had laughed every time she stumbled?

“You think you know Alejandro? You don’t. He only cares about himself and what benefits him. You’re just prettier and younger—that’s all. But you won’t bring anything to his company. You’re deceived. You’re also a plaything.” Elena blinked several times. No. She shouldn’t let this get to her. She’s the real one. And I didn’t need any damn “company benefit” from her. I stepped closer. Elena laughed. “Pretty and younger? Yes. But you think I lack love? And for your information, I’m already engaged to Carlos. If I want, I’ll end up as your sister-in-law.” Her voice was sharp with anger. “What do you mean by sister-in-law?” Lily asked, confused.

Elizabeth also heard about this, "Didn't she drink and drive that day?" "Well, Caroline said that she had been deducted completely." "Tsk, no wonder she didn't drive today!" Elizabeth pressed the elevator button and continued, "Those two people looked unfamiliar, I've never seen them before." The people in the upper-class circle on Aelmere, Charlotte and Caroline were both quite familiar with them. I have never seen those two women just now, especially Charlotte. However, she didn't mind, "I guess it wasn't from Aelmere." The elevator door opened, and Elizabeth stepped inside first. "Forget it, don't let those two affect our mood."

Now, they were the top students and everyone knew it. Elaine gave her dueling partner, Leana, the smallest hint of a smirk. The ginger seemed to lose her footing. Leana was always easily swayed by her emotions, something Elaine didn’t struggle with. The ginger’s feelings made her likable to her fellow students, but weak in a duel. With a swift movement of her sword, Elaine sent Leana’s weapon clanging to the ground a foot away, then held the blade to the pale girl’s neck.