Novel & Cerita Elena Gilbert Family Tree

“I hope you don’t mind me saying.” The story is that Elena’s family, of extremely high social status, perished in a fire, leaving only her and her Aunt Rosa, who has Guillain-Barré Syndrome. As far as I understand, the latter half is true. “Thank you,” Elena says. “That’s very kind.” “A shame indeed,” my father says, looking at me. “About your family.” “How’s the deal going, Father?” I ask, swiftly changing the subject. I see they already have their suspicions, but in our life, they’d never come outright and say it during dinner.

Felicia excused herself to go to the bathroom. She heard them discussing the Sterling Capital deal on the way back. Nate's behind-the-scenes assistance was the only reason Roen Capital won. Max had only recently learned about it. It wasn't until Felicia married into the Hawthornes that she learned how close the Gilbert and Hawthorne families were. Right now, Nate isn't pleased with you. "You ought to maintain a low profile," Miranda said. The Gilbert family was known for their rigid standards and traditional beliefs.

Chapter 12: The Third Heir The vibration of the helicopter hummed in Elena’s teeth as they cleared the jagged Scottish coastline, leaving the flickering, violent halo of Glenvair behind. The data transfer on her laptop screen was a steady, green pulse—a digital lifeline thrown from the darkness by Evelyn Vanderwall. Killian sat beside her, his hand gripping the armrest so hard the leather groaned. He wasn't looking at the Highland mist anymore; he was staring at a birth certificate from 1957, scanned and uploaded by his mother in the final seconds before the blackout.

This was Genevieve Sterling—Julian’s former business partner and, if the rumors were true, the woman he’d jilted to marry my mother. ​"You must be the daughter," Genevieve said, her eyes raking over me. She didn't offer a hand. Instead, she walked a slow circle around me, her heels clicking like a countdown. "Elena’s little girl. You have her eyes. But there’s something else there, isn't there? Something... restless." ​"My mother is out, Mrs. Sterling," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "And Julian is busy."

The siblings are quite close unlike other families since General Gilbert wanted his children to be close unlike him and his brother who was on each other’s neck always. General Gilbert’s wife died in an accident, more of a scheme, and his youngest daughter died at the same time. It was his most dreadful time and he could not think of a way to redeem himself especially when his wife died when they were in a fight, he could not even express that he loves her so much.

Grandpa Kai said with confusion “Hmm…I take about 10 pills…” Selena's eyes focused on Grandpa Kai with a frown and the boys snapped their heads to Grandpa Kai. Grandpa curved his lips downwards and shrugged his shoulder “That might work” They continued going through the box. A thin wooden slab with drawing of Selena’s family tree was there. It goes back to 4 generations but it began after Grandma Coral and there is no Elisa Mitkoi after that, which means Elisa Mitkoi must have been 5 or more generations before that.

"I thought I told you to stay in the shadows. It’s safer for people like you there." "The shadows are where you find the best evidence, Garette," Elena purred, stepping to the head of the table. She dropped a thick, leather-bound dossier in front of the notary with a resounding thud. "I didn't just spend my time stalking you or weeping over your wedding photos. I spent it researching my own tree. It turns out, the Vance family and the Thornes shared a great-grandfather through a cadet branch in the late nineteenth century. I am a collateral relative, Garette. I have the blood. And unlike your 'miracle' wife, I’ve brought the rest of the family with me to claim what’s ours." Elena gestured wi

Elmo came to see his sister. "I’m not asking about Elmo..." Gilberto hissed. "Stay the hell away from my family—got it?" She put her head down, nodded, and walked quickly away. But Gilberto hadn’t yet finished. "Oh, and, Brianna—you might think you’re on to a good thing, in your fancy new clothes and with your fancy new title, but let me tell you one thing about my brother-in-law." She kept walking, refusing to look back, but his black voice caught up with her before she’d turned the corner. "He doesn’t give a damn about anyone—not even his own family." When he’s finished with you—when you’ve served your purpose—he’ll spit you out along with the pips.

“I tried, but y’all decided you’d stare at her instead.” “Well, we’re shocked, hon.” “Aiden James doesn’t bring girls home. Not even to sleep with,” Chloe inputed helpfully. “Yeah, thanks, Chloe,” I grumbled. “Mom, Dad, this is Elena Gilberts. Elena, this is Mom and Dad.” “Diana and James,” Mom corrected. “But you can call us Mom and Dad. Everyone else does.” She shot a fond look at Chloe, then folded Elena into a warm hug.

Third Person POV At the Family Center, Julia returned to her room. The children’s noises had faded, and the quiet settled around her. Her phone rang. She answered, “Yes, Dylan. Go on.” “Elena Nolan. Born in Essex. Married to Bradley Hawkins for about two years.” He paused before continuing. “He's a cop out of Lawrence, where they lived together. Neighbors know nothing about her. She keeps to herself. No known friends. No employment history. I'll forward the whole report to your mail, but that's about it.”