Elena And Caroline Novels & Stories

"Elgar... your path to Carista won't be that easy. I am Vanezoir's first daughter, and you are destined for me. Carista is my sister, and she will marry someone more deserving of her." ***

She didn't need to look for long to recognize the feminine figure, so well-dressed that it seemed to have been crafted by stylists. The person who entered was none other than the blonde who was accompanying Aaron at the casino, at the last cocktail party Elena attended. His companion. She entered that space with slow steps and a rehearsed smile. "What a coincidence to see you here," the blonde commented. "Elena RoseFord, right?" Elena nodded, not wanting to prolong the conversation. "I'm Sabrina Carper. You must have heard of me." "Maybe," Elena smiled without showing her teeth. That was Sabrina Carper, one of the most famous models on the continent. Beautiful, tall, and slim.

He leaned back, gaze burning into me, as he pressed the button and his car roared to life. “You’re mine now, Elena.”

Her phone slipped from her hand, falling to the floor. “Babe…” she stammered, trying to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. Raphael frowned, stepping closer. “Elena, what’s going on?” Her heart beat so fast she thought he could hear it. And somewhere, far away in the city, Scarlett Voss smiled in the dark — because she knew exactly what she had started.

"Madam some people are here to see you." " Who are they?" " Well Celine Hall and Fiona Roberts." Roberts? Flynn's sister? Celine? His best friend? "Let them in." "You both may have your seats." I pointed to a couch nearby. "Come on, don't be so professional with us.." Fiona snapped as they both sat down. I sat opposite them as Emma came in and dropped three coffees on the table. "Hmph. We meet again.. Elisa.." Celine spoke up as she picked a coffee from that table and slowly sipped.

They swiftly exited the cafe and made their way to Andrea's car. ********* Elena stood with her arms folded, gazing out of the penthouse Carlos had brought her to just a few minutes ago. Her eyes focused on the bustling road as her thoughts wandered. She attempted to calm her nerves, releasing a sigh, but the pressure remained. “Elena,” Carlos called as she turned to look at him. He was staring at her with this deep care that almost made her heart reach out to him. But he wasn’t Luca. And he can never be.

My head snapped toward the mansion’s doorway, and there she was…Elena. She looked broken. Her lip was split, a trail of blood sliding down her chin. One of her eyes was swollen, the skin around it bruising purple and red. She looked fragile but still furious, struggling against the grip of another woman…Carina. Carina. Isabella’s damn sister. My blood ran cold, then hot. I knew Carina was unpredictable, but this? To touch Elena? To drag her into this madness? “Dante!” Elena’s voice cracked as she screamed at me, tears mixing with her anger. “Stop this! She’s insane…she wants to kill me!”

Four days later, Elena was in London. The morning after her arrival, she was met at her hotel by an elegant brunette in her thirties. A senior coordinator in Andrea Santino’s employ, it had been Josephine Carper who liaised with Elena on the phone and orchestrated all the arrangements to be made on her behalf.

Her eyes were darting between Luca and Caroline like she was calculating the odds. The two men behind us didn’t move either — they were waiting for Caroline’s signal. “I see you’ve upgraded your guard dog,” Caroline said, tilting her chin toward Eliza. “She’s loyal, I’ll give her that. But loyalty…” Her gaze slid back to me, “…is fragile.” I swallowed hard, my pulse drumming in my ears. “Step away from my wife,” Luca repeated, his voice razor-sharp now. “Wife.” Caroline spat the word like it was poisoned. “You think that title protects her? No, Luca. You can’t protect her. Not from me. Not from what’s coming.”