Elena Gilbert Family Tree Novels & Stories

Charlie said, his voice dropping into a quiet, intensely focused register that made her heart stop dead in her chest. Lydia’s entire body went rigid beneath her silk robe. She kept her synthetic smile pinned to her face, but her fingers dug so hard into her palms that her nails almost broke the skin. "What is it, sweetie?" "The timeline," Charlie murmured, his eyes narrowing as he stared directly into her glazed, bloodshot pupils. "Elena’s story is incredibly raw, incredibly powerful. But when I was talking to her in Chelsea, she mentioned the specific maternity clinic in Upstate New York where Elara supposedly kept her child before Tyler brought him back to the city. She knew the name of th

"Dad, what happened to Elias Sterling's children?" Dr. James Miller pulled up the family genealogy he had been reconstructing from the Supernatural Ledger's historical archives. "Elias had three children. Thomas, who continued the main Sterling line. Margaret, who married into European nobility. And..." He trailed off, scrolling through the records with increasing urgency. "And a third child. No name recorded. Born 1683. Marked as 'surrendered' in a document signed by Elias himself." "Surrendered to whom?"

"Yes. Her family was rich before, but something happened to her family years ago, so she had to be my classmate." Bill nods. "OK. Since we can't think of the password, why don't you go home to have a rest?" I walk outside. Bill's POV "Elena is the heir of the miller group. How can she not know the password to the system? She is really weird. I cannot believe her anymore." I say to myself. I take out a pen and a piece of paper. Then I write down some numbers. I have memorized the numbers she tried just now.

"She said I deserved more than being second in the Clark family. She said she would take care of everything." My jaw tightened. "Take care of what?" "Of you." Dillan tilted his head. "She married you to protect me, Lambert. To make sure you never had an heir. Because if you had a child, you might actually matter to the Clarks. And if you mattered, where would that leave me?" My blood turned to ice water. "Ironic, isn't it?" Dillan tilted his head. "Eleanor left you for me. Your parents despise you. And the woman who married you?" He laughed softly. "She only married you to protect me."

Elena's DNA analysis is not the revelation I was prepared for. The sample was cross-referenced against the Blackwood family profile in the private genealogical registry that Margaret had the family registered with fifteen years ago — a registry she established, Gerald once told me, as a legal protection against inheritance fraud. The cross-reference produced a match. A specific match, with a confidence level of 99.7%. Elena is not connected to the older Blackwood generation through her mother. The match is generational, it is approximately forty years old. And the specific branch of the family profile it connects to is the branch that, in 1984, listed a single registered biological child bor

While the woman looked confused as well, joining in the confusion among the youths. "Oh, I didn't know that Gallent had a daughter, I'm sorry." "I didn't know either, probably because she passed away, huh? Nice to meet you." Selena was silent. It turned out that Sabrina was not recognized by name by the Gallent family. The Gallent family was known to have only two sons, Erick and Dixon. There was no Sabrina. Suffice to say, Sabrina had been known to have died a long time ago, not recently.

The young boy had yet to be brainwashed by others who had fallen under that same age-old discrimination. But even so, Elena would never allow it to affect her work. This was, in fact, the softer side of Dr. Elena Angelos—the side that no one, aside from the children she’d treated, ever really saw. Killian just so happened to know about the various sides of this formidable woman. The stone-cold clinical doctor that worked effortlessly under pressure. The soft, empathetic mother figure that treated over a dozen genetically disabled children. It made him wonder what other sides there were to Elena. And if she would allow him to ever know them.

Elijah Theodore Martinez “Eliana Grace Herrera, twenty-seven years old. An undergraduate college student taking up Business Management majoring in Accountancy. She has five younger siblings: Eric, twenty; George, sixteen; Elise and Eliza, ten-year-old twins; and Gasper, four, who is currently in the hospital after being hit by a motorcycle while playing outside their house. Based on the information I received from the hospital, the child is suffering from internal bleeding and injuries, but the organ most severely damaged by the accident is his brain. That’s why he needs immediate surgery. The problem is the amount of money required for the operation,” Rashid explained the basic information

Dante said coolly. "She's not Camellia. She's Gemma Gilbert, the third daughter of the Gilbert family here in Chapelhall."

His voice rang out. Elena froze. Her fingers tightened around the milk bottle until the plastic bent under her grip. Drake’s eyes found hers and clung with fierce intent. Shock rolled through Elena. Gerald's cousin. She had never once thought or believed that Gerald could be tied by blood to Drake. Through all her years bound to the Hamilton family, she had never met Gerald. His name had never passed her ears. Not once. Memories of the past pressed down on her chest. Lyra’s face surfaced in her mind