Novel & Cerita Elena Gallagher Lopez

She was bored, and not wanting to distract Alexa while she cooked in the kitchen, so she decided to watch TV to kill time before Alexa finished. Picking up the remote control from the table, Elena tuned in several channels as she searched for the one with great entertainment. Eventually, she settled for the daily news TV. Relaxing on the couch, something instantly caught her interest as her eyes skimmed through the headlines of the news. Elena was in utter disbelief as she read the bold words; _NEW MEMBER OF THE BILLIONAIRE WOMEN ELITE CLUB --- LUCIANA HENDERSON, legal wife of the Billionaire, Jordan Salvador_

She arrived on a Wednesday. No press. No fanfare. No announcement. Just stepped off a 4:15 p.m. regional train at Westbridge Central Station, wearing a slate coat, sunglasses, and a duffel bag slung over one shoulder. Her name was Elena Cross. Age: 34. Occupation: Private compliance contractor. Last known city: Detroit. Last known affiliation: None that mattered. And ten years ago, she’d worked with Julian Ward at Southwest FreightLink.

"If you're talking about Gusto, then no, she isn't." "Gusto?" I repeated. Gabe looked a little uncomfortable, smoothing his shirt out and trying to hide a wince. He brought his voice down to a whisper. "I promised Elena I wouldn't say a word about it to anyone but since you're asking cuz you think it's related to the case. . ." He trailed off, his eyes narrowing like something had just occurred to him. "You are asking cuz you think it's related to the case, right?" I gave him a small nod, not wanting to explain the reasons for my curiosity till I was sure of it myself. "Gusto is in a relationship with Dahlia, Elena's volunteer, and not Elena herself."

Garcia, the boss is expecting you in his cabin. The woman Eleanor Garcia, none other than the wife of the one and only infamous Zavier Garcia stood up elegantly and started walking towards the elevator. Her pencil heels clicking against the pavement were increasing Xander's heartbeat with each passing second. The more cold and ruthless his boss is, he got himself a wife just like him: cold and tough but her beauty and elegance was undeniable. Whatever she does it has elegance, class and royalty in it.

“I just need a minute…” “As you can see, I am busy,” she interrupted, straightening her chair. Her eyes were sharp and wary. Just then, the door burst open, and a blond walked in, accompanied by a little girl. My attention snagged on the child first, assuming that she was the lady's, but as the child turned toward me, my heart stopped. “Mummy!” she yelped and ran toward Elara. She had dark eyes, the same sharp curve of the jaw, a faint dimple in the left cheek. Not even the hair down her back could hide the glaringly undeniable truth. She was mine..

“It’s vital to the investigation.” Selena laughed—really laughed. It surprised her. For a minute, the tension loosened. Morning arrived way too quickly. The house was chaos—suitcases by the door, papers everywhere, Selena darting from task to task, barely awake. Daniel worked fast: booked flights, sorted transport, found a place to stay, gathered details about Elara Quinn. Selena skimmed through the file while Keller lugged bags outside. Elara Quinn. Thirty-four. Born in Galway. Lives by the coast, hours from Dublin. Clean record, normal finances, not a single tie to the embryo program. On paper she was just… average. Which made everything that much stranger.

It’s about two blocks from here. Elena put the gadget back into her bag and decided to cancel her shopping schedule for having errands. She walked to the place where she had parked her sporty motor. Pulling in the helmet and zipped up the jacket, she started to ignite the motor. She rode it slowly to get out from the place. Her mind was filled with some curious questions. ‘What should I say if she will say Edward Philippe is her lover? Can I handle my emotion? To find about it…’ she pulled in the helmet shield.

Zara had never once been prideful for her heritage even when I didn’t know she was a Princess so I was glad that her family were the same. Elena was telling me about the time she was in FBI and how she caught the biggest cartel drug ring leader because I wanted to know more about her but my knees buckled and a shiver of pleasure rolled over my entire body feeling the vibrations. I nodded along, clenching my knuckles on the glass of arak, the sweet white colored alcohol.

“Loraine, you think you have all the cards now by showing up with your son after all these years. Well, watch me!”. Elena Fellogan steps into Loraine's office, which is on the same floor as Dordrich's. Without knocking, Elena enters Loraine's workspace full of hate. But she looks at her unfazed, not in the least intimidated by her words.

Without believing what she has just read, Eloá grips her phone tightly and asks, her voice slightly trembling: “Elisa, where is Gael?” Her sister turns the camera toward herself, frowning curiously. “Gael? Well... he traveled. He's attending an architecture and urban planning seminar.” “Where?” Eloá presses, trying to keep her voice steady. “I think in New York,” Elisa replies thoughtfully. “Why? What happened? Why are you asking about him?”