Elena Coats Novels & Stories

Gabriella asked as she helped Elena up to the seat before pouring her a glass of water. Elena drank the water and smiled, " it's nothing darling. I just fell and hurt my knee. That's why I was crying" she lied. " Come, I'll help you get up" Gabriella said as she helped Elena up. CENTENARY ANNIVERSARY....... Nikita stared at Elena with hatred in her eyes as she watched as Elena arranged everything with ease and elegance. " So this is the woman who thinks she can take everything away from me? I'll never let it happen because today is going to be your last day on this earth " she said before snapping her fingers and a man who was clad in a suit appeared.

"As soon as possible, Raul." * * Elena stood before the oversized mirror in her bedroom, draped in a pristine white towel after her recent bath. Her mind wandered to the events of the previous night with Luca, the son of her greatest adversary. Despite her loathing for him and the way he had treated her like a prized possession, she couldn't help but think that her plan was progressing well. With a spy embedded within the Romano group providing her with regular updates on Luca's whereabouts, she knew that he was her primary target. If she could successfully capture him, then the destruction of the Romano group would be a mere formality.

CHAPTER 51 ELENA The past 2 weeks have been very rough for all of us because of the threats sent across. 2 days ago, I was shocked to the narrows at the realisation that one of the most trusted guards turned out to be a spy in our midst. I guess that he must have had his eyes on me but I'm grateful that he didn't harm me while Luciano and Franco were always away. I decided to become a chef just like the chief chef since cooking was something I was good at, so I thought it wise to go tell Luciano about my decision.

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Even just looking at her silhouette, one would still consider her an exceptionally beautiful woman. Her slender waist was just a handful, her golden, big wavy hair casually draped over it. Lifting the soup to take a few big gulps, Alexander's gaze fell on Elena's back. She was wearing a bright red coat today, the color of blood, so red that it was somewhat startling. He stared at her for quite a while, Alexander didn't take his eyes off her. Logically, she shouldn't have obeyed him as she used to. Could it be that...

No cameras in here Damian's orders, but the risk was delicious lobby security could glance up, night-shift workers in surrounding buildings might catch silhouettes if they looked right. Elena stepped in first, wearing nothing under a trench coat that hit mid-thigh. She let it fall open the second the doors closed naked except for red stilettos, pussy already glistening, nipples tight from the cool air and anticipation. Damian entered behind her, suit jacket gone, shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest. He hit the penthouse button slow ascent, 45 floors of torture. The elevator lurched upward gently. "Coat off. Hands on the glass. Spread for me."

Rossi. Elena slipped off her robe and began trying them on, one after another. A sleek black cocktail dress that hugged her curves like a second skin. A cream cashmere sweater paired with tailored pants that made her look every inch the polished trophy wife. Each outfit felt heavier than the last, like armor she didn’t want to wear. She stared at herself in the full-length mirror, twisting the ring again.

CHAPTER SEVEN: THE SURVEILLANCE "You're not wearing that." Elena paused, looking down at her black pants and the crisp white blouse. It was essentially the uniform of a prisoner trying her best to pass as a secretary. Then she looked up at Martha. The older woman stood framed in the closet doorway, holding a silk dress the exact color of bruised wine and heavy smoke.