Elena Gallagher Lopez Novels & Stories

Vivian said, her fingers wrapped around my wrist. The touch sent a sudden, violent jolt of irritation straight up my spine. My skin crawled. It took every ounce of strength not to rip my arm away from her, as she pulled us toward a small cluster of women standing near an elaborate ice sculpture. Vivian tapped the arm of a slender blonde woman dressed in immaculate, tailored Chanel. "Liz, darling, you have to meet Elena Reyes. She’s the brilliant consultant who’s been helping Killian with their internal affairs. Elena, this is my best friend, Liz."

After careful consideration, we selected Elena Ruiz, a former FBI agent acknowledged for her expertise in uncovering complicated conspiracies. Elena arrived tomorrow, exuding self belief and professionalism. "I've examine thru the initial information," she said, after we briefed her at the situation. "We need to dig deeper into these connections and discover who the important thing players are. This may not be easy, but we're going to get to the lowest of it."

​"Did you forget that inside that massive bag your mistress was dragging earlier, I already prepared three backup dresses? Every single one of them is a luxury gown I explicitly selected to match your attire perfectly." ​Liam let out a harsh groan, realizing that he had, yet again, lost completely in his wife's psychological chess match. "Fine! Then what happens after this? I want this wretched day to end as quickly as possible!" ​"The next itinerary from Mother Elizabeth was just forwarded by Albert to my phone," Elena stated smoothly, adjusting her slightly damp hair. ​"What is the activity? Spit it out!" ​Elena turned her body around, locking her eyes onto Liam with a mysterious, sharp gl

Surveillance logs. One name kept appearing in the background. **Elena Vargas.** Sophia frowned. A high-level fixer. Female. Colombian. Once thought dead, then presumed in hiding. The deeper Sophia dove, the clearer it became: Elena had been the one feeding Silas information. The true strategist. The puppeteer in the shadows. Sophia’s heart skipped. This wasn’t over. ---

A white Chanel dress that hugged her like second skin, a designer bag perched on her arm, and a smile so sweet it made my teeth hurt. But it wasn’t for me. It was for Travis. She walked toward him, placed a hand on his arm, and whispered something I couldn’t hear. Travis smiled. I couldn't breathe. I sat down abruptly, hands trembling under the table. The wine tasted bitter now. The food had no flavor. Everything around me blurred as I focused on that one image—her hand on his chest. His soft smile. Their perfect pairing. Yelena Santiago. Out of the country. Mysterious. Chic. Beloved by the Forgers.

Zara asked the questions I was forming before I'd finished forming them, faster and with considerably less patience for the parts that were preamble. Elena had been running for four years. Not from Holt, that was the thing she was clear about, and the clarity had the texture of something she'd had to establish with herself before she could establish it with anyone else. She'd been running from the people who'd used the Gdansk operation as cover for something older, something she knew about and they couldn't afford to have known. She'd found Holt eight months ago by following the same threads I'd followed when I went independent, and she'd found him the same way by realizing the thread always

“Miss Langley, what are your intentions for appearing at a press conference held by the Garners?” “Is it true that you’ve fallen out with the CEO of Langley Corporation, Nathan Langley? Is there really internal conflict among the Langleys?” Everyone waited for Elena’s answer. She flipped her hair sexily and saw Sebastian through the crowd. He was watching her quietly with a look of affirmation in his eyes. She smiled. “I’ll answer every question you have for me.” Elena was graceful yet sexy. She said, “I’m now independent from the Langleys. The Garners and I have a strategic alliance that involves classified information and commercial disputes. I hope you’ll forgive me for not being able to

she said. "I need you to listen very carefully," Grace said. "And I need you not to wake Alexander yet." Elena sat up in the dark. Her apartment. Three blocks from Alexander's penthouse. Two in the morning Brooklyn quiet outside the window. "What happened," Elena said. "I am in Lagos," Grace said. "Lagos," Elena said.

All eyes were focused on me and I started to feel a bit self-conscious but I ignored the feeling. "Thank you, everyone," I verbalized in appreciation as I climbed the stage, trying to look and sound as if this was just something normal for me. "Okay. I am Giordana Quinton, who happens to be Ella's best friend. In fact, Ella is more than just a best friend to me. She's the sister I never had, one big blessing I'm forever thankful for. Ella, I love you so much and I'm so happy that God gave you a man like Drew.

Eliana: I smiled when I saw Vladimir entering the room. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I hugged him tightly as he kissed my cheek. “How are you? How did things go?” Vladimir asked gently. “They went well, Lorenzo believed that I was loyal to him and him alone. So far, he believes that our marriage is still somewhat rocky. He introduced me to one of his security guards. The man would be working with me on the Helena thing and I believe that it is to ensure that I don’t do anything foolish. His name is Leonardo” I said explaining how things went today “we searched for her and came to find out that she’s at San Francisco, at least, that’s where they last saw her two days ago. She doesn’t sta