Elena Gilbert Family Tree Novels & Stories

She says this time, holding her ears with the door opens Elena smiles at this time "Sure…you can Lil Tilly" She says, stretching her hands to hug her "Lil Tilly" This name bangs into my head "Whom could that be?" Jolly walks inside and sits on the bed smiling "You called me Lil Tilly. Who is she?" She asks Elena's face turned sad and red a bit then bright up her face again "My bad… you remind me of..??" She held back her words, this got me so confused at the moment

"Explain yourself. If you don't … You know what I'm capable of!" The voice was icy and void of emotion, but that sentence alone was enough to make everyone freeze. "Please forgive me, Mr. Burton. When I …" Gilbert gave a summary of everything that happened in Southlake City. "Caspian Lynch? A matrilocal son-in-law?" Elijah said with a look of confusion. Was Gilbert coming up with the most ludicrous lie possible? Why would a matrilocal son-in-law have the gall to seize the Eldorian Scroll fragment from two extremely powerful factions like the TMAA and Shadow Gate?

They nibbled on the snacks Lita had prepared, talking and teasing as if the world outside didn’t exist. But the easy atmosphere shifted the moment Lita mentioned a name that made Raellyn’s brows furrow. “Who?” Raellyn asked, her tone cautious. “Gilbert,” Lita repeated casually. “You know him, don’t you?” Of course, she knew him. The name alone carried a weight of old memories Raellyn rarely allowed herself to revisit. Gilbert was the man she had rejected long ago, before Arnav, before the whirlwind that had carried her to this life. And because Lita had spoken his name so freely, those memories came rushing back: their first and last meeting, a brief encounter heavy with unspoken tension.

Caleb POV He called me two hours later."I have pieces," he said. "Not the whole picture." "Tell me the pieces." "Margaret's maiden name was Voss," the investigator said. "She had a younger sister named Elaine, who was quieter and artistic. Elaine went to Geneva on a four-month arts fellowship twenty-nine years ago. Six months after she came back, she gave birth to a baby girl. The father was listed as unknown." I wrote this down without speaking.

“He really covered all his tracks, didn’t he?” “Georgia.” Elena’s voice dropped even lower, her grip on my hands tightening. “There’s something else. Something I haven’t told you.” Her eyes darted to the door again, her body tensing as if preparing to leap away at the slightest sound. “I don’t help you because you were kind to me, though you were. I help you because...” She took a deep breath, steeling herself. “I knew Carlisle before. Before you. Before all this. I knew his father.” I went still, barely breathing. In all our months together, Elena had never spoken of her life before this house. I knew only the barest details—that she was from Oaxaca, that she had a son in community college,

He instinctively caught her and steadied her. Natalia's arm shot out, wanting to stop Ruby from leaving. But when. She saw Caleb and Ruby standing side by side. She noticed something that left her mind reeling. They both had the same striking, almond-shaped eyes, a distinctive Sterling family trait. Natalia's breath caught in her throat, and then. It hit her. She remembered the woman in the photo that. Was the legendary Eleanora Sterling, Sebastian's mother. She had seen her portraits several times in her youth.

She signed a contract to save her dying mother: $2M for 1 year as a billionaire’s fake wife. No feelings. No touching. No problems. Until *George Herbert* started amending the terms. Move into my penthouse. Come to the board dinner. Sleep in my bed. Now his ex and his rival have proof of their fake marriage. 24 hours to betray him... or lose everything. George caught her meeting them. His punishment? She doesn’t get the guest room anymore. "From now on, you sleep in my bed. If we’re going to lie, we’re going to sell it." Elena wanted money. She didn’t expect the devil to look at her like she was the only thing that mattered. He wanted a cont

He hung up. Elena and I sat in silence staring at each other. "Your mother's sister," Elena said finally. "Running a genetic research organization for thirty years." "And funding experiments involving my family." I looked at Rose and Violet. "But why? What does she want?" "I don't know but I'm scared." Elena's voice broke. "What if she wants our daughters?" "She's not getting them." I gripped the wheelchair arms. "Whatever Vanessa is planning, we're going to stop her."

He would not be like the other rich second generations who would change their girlfriends as they pleased. If this girl got married to Gerald, she would become the future wife to the heir of the Crawford family in the future! “No, I am planning to give this to my friend. She’s not my girlfriend!” Gerald smiled as he replied. He felt very grateful because Elena had really helped him out and saved him a lot of face today. At the same time, Gerald was also very curious and confused. “Elena, it seems as though that gift shop belongs to the Larson family?” Elena was very pleased to hear that Gerald did not have a girlfriend.

Then she started to laugh a high, hysterical sound that was half-sob. ​"What is it?" Lucas grabbed the papers. ​"The DNA," Elena gasped, pointing to the markers. "Mrs. Gable lied. The diary was a forgery. Claire didn't glue that page Thorne did." ​Lucas read the charts, his eyes darting frantically. "Subject A... Paternal Marker: Cross. Subject B... Paternal Marker: Vance." ​The "Gardener’s Grave" was the burial of the Vance lie. Elena wasn't Lucas’s sister. She was the daughter of Arthur Cross and Claire Vance. Lucas was the son of Claire Vance and Marcus.