Elena Gallagher Lopez Novels & Stories

He didn't want to go her wrong impression about him! Chantelle sat down on the bed, still processing what had just happened. It was a strange mix of emotions - embarrassment, gratitude, and relief. But the thing that stood out to her the most was the sense of safety and comfort she felt around Delcan. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, and she savored it. She knew that she was on the path to healing, and Delcan was helping her every step of the way.

Damien nodded slowly, the weight of the moment pressing down on him like never before. That evening, back in his hotel suite, the first report from the investigator arrived. It was thorough. Elena Ellis had relocated to Toronto five years ago. She had completed her degree while pregnant and raising Leo alone. She worked as an editor at a small publishing house. Leo was healthy, bright, and enrolled in a local daycare. There were photos, recent ones taken discreetly from public records and social media of friends. One image showed Elena pushing Leo on a swing at a park, both of them laughing. Another showed Leo blowing out candles on a birthday cake, his gray eyes sparkling with joy.

"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.

When I got to the lobby I pulled out my phone and saw a text from Gabriele asking how it went and I typed back that I hadn't destroyed him yet but I would. I got in a cab and told the driver to take me to Apex Tower and stared out the window while the city went by and thought about how five years ago I left New York with one suitcase and ten thousand dollars I borrowed from Gabriele and everyone said I would fail but I didn't. My phone rang and it was a number I didn't recognize. "Loire France." "Ms. France. This is Elena Martinez. I believe we need to talk." I sat up straight because Elena was Silver's ex-wife and the woman he left me for and I couldn't figure out why she was calling me now

“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.”

He couldn't possibly be in the mafia, Sophia thought, but she quickly realized she was wrong when Elena squeezed her hands even tighter than she had done for other members of the mafia. “Mr. Fernandez, I am glad you came,” Elena said, her confidence reducing a bit as she never invited him. “You know why I came, Elena. Your daughter Mariana is back in Valencia from her supposed business training, and she is twenty-four years old, of ripe age. It is time for you to honor your contract,” he said with a warm, kind smile. “You are right, Don.” Elena nodded immediately. “Wait, what contract?” Sophia could not contain her curiosity, and Mr. Fernandez looked at her with a smile and raised brows.

Elena pov When I woke up I instantly felt different, stronger and my senses were enchanted. Opening my eyes I see I'm inside his room and laying on the bed, remembering what happened before I passed out I instantly get angry. Tossing the quilt off me I sit up in the bed and mutter to myself when the door is suddenly opened and Aziel comes barging inside, it doesn't get better by seeing him at the moment and I grab the pillow and throw it at him before getting up on my feet.

“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.