Elena Gallagher Lopez Novels & Stories

"I would like to speak to you before that interview takes place." "Why?" she said. "Because I would like to explain something that a prosecution record will not capture," Elena said. "Something about why." She held the phone. She looked at Lorenzo. He looked at her. "Where are you?" she said. "Palermo," Elena Greco said. "I flew in this morning. I have been here since eleven." A pause. "I have not been back since 1989. It is stranger than I expected." She held the phone.

“She was genuinely surprised to see me that first day, and looking back now she actually tried to keep her distance from me. I’m the one who kept approaching her and kept talking to her.” Lilly’s face tightens. “Did she ever say anything suspicious?” I shake my head slowly, “No. Most of the time I was the one talking. The only time she really opened up was when we met for coffee, but now, I think she was just acting.” Before anyone can respond, one of Noah’s men suddenly looks up from the laptop. “Boss.” He calls and everyone turns toward him immediately. “The number Sierra saved under Elena belongs to Elena Gomez... But Elena Gomez died three years ago.”

“What are you doing here?” I ask in shock even though I knew the obvious: that she’s here to train me. But how? Isn’t she an Omega and not a Gamma wolf? Elena burst out laughing, pointing out my shocked expression to Ronan. “One would think she saw a ghost,” she said in between laughs to Ronan, who just stood there grinning. “Allow me to reintroduce myself, Luna. I’m Elena Stephan, a warrior of this pack who is now your lady-in-waiting and bodyguard.” She bowed in a mock flourish, smiling at me, but I was still at a loss at her new identity.

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.

Elena I used to believe that some people disappear because they’re afraid. Now I know—some vanish because they’ve done something truly unforgivable. And Sophie Lane had. Lucas left that file with me like a lit match on a dry field. I should’ve been afraid of what it might ignite. But all I felt… was ready. Ready to finally see her again. Ready to ask the one question that haunted me more than any betrayal: Why? The records traced Sophie’s last known transaction to a boutique hotel in Prague—paid for in cash, under the alias “Celine Rivas.” She had grown more careful. No digital trail. No social media. No selfies in vintage cafes.

She chose the clinic letters and the ordinary abundance and the invisibility of a woman who built a life that looked like nothing extraordinary. She protected me by becoming ordinary on purpose. And I arrived at the extraordinary anyway. "Tell me about Paz," I say. Elena's voice changes. The warmth of it deepens. "She's twenty-four," she says. "She's studying environmental law. She has my mother's jaw and your mother's hands. She's been drawing since she was three." She keeps saying ever so passionately and then a pause. "She was the one who carved the second stone. She's been angry about Mira Seca her whole life. Not destructively. Productively. She channels it into the law work." Another p

Chapter 20 Meanwhile, Nathan sat in his chair, his eyes not leaving the laptop screen that displayed several articles and a person's track record. His face looked serious, occasionally squinting, making sure that the information he was reading was correct. In front of him, Samon—his personal assistant—stood with an expressionless face, waiting for a reaction from his superior. "So, are you sure about this information?" Nathan's voice sounded deep and tense. Samon nodded. "Yes, sir. I've checked from various sources. Miss Elena is indeed the person behind the name Queen Elisabeth. She is the legendary designer who has been so mysterious."

He followed his words with a charming smile, and she relaxed. “Oh, I’m sorry. It caught me off guard.” She straightened in her chair. “I studied at Oxford and am preparing for school.” Conor choked on his beer. “No way. What the fuck are you doin’ here sortin’ our shit out for?” “Bad Dadda!” Milka gasped, pointing her finger at Conor. “Bad!” Elena’s smile widened, just a little. “I needed a change of scenery.” Dirty little liar.

TARGET CONFIRMED. THE GIRL KNOWS NOTHING YET. The man typed a reply. Continue monitoring. Do not engage. We need her alive. Elena felt the prickle on her neck— the instinctive warning of someone being watched. She turned. But the figure had already vanished. As Elena opened the car door, her phone buzzed again. Another message. Unknown number. She frowned and opened it. One sentence. You are not Elena Xia. Your real name is Elara. Her breath stopped.

“She was genuinely surprised to see me that first day, and looking back now she actually tried to keep her distance from me. I’m the one who kept approaching her and kept talking to her.” Lilly’s face tightens. “Did she ever say anything suspicious?” I shake my head slowly, “No. Most of the time I was the one talking. The only time she really opened up was when we met for coffee, but now, I think she was just acting.” Before anyone can respond, one of Noah’s men suddenly looks up from the laptop. “Boss.” He calls and everyone turns toward him immediately. “The number Sierra saved under Elena belongs to Elena Gomez... But Elena Gomez died three years ago.”