Elena Gilbert Parents Novels & Stories

Adrian took out his wallet and give him his discount platinum card to Gilbert . " It's okay master . The salary you gave us every months more than enough already . Keep your card master . Then master, madam ,I'll take my leave first ." Gilbert said . Then he bow and walks towards where his family of four waiting for him . After few minutes they can see his children laughing and dancing around him , maybe they are happy because their father can go with them together to buy their necessities for school tomorrow . " Hubby , you are so kind to your subordinates although you didn't show it to them ." Elina whispers softly to Adrian and give him a slight kiss on his cheek.

And then, faces I hadn’t seen in so long, Gilan’s parents. “To Elena, wherever you are,” his mother’s voice trembled as she pleaded into the camera. “Please, come to the palace. It’s about Gilan, the prince. His life is in danger, and only you can save him. Please. We beg of you, my dear.” My fork clattered against the plate. My breath hitched. Gilan? My heart panicked. A cold sweat broke across my skin. Why would his parents, people who guarded their privacy with steel walls, come live on national television, calling my name, unless it was something truly important?

When Octavius returned to the Bradshaws, Esther was already sitting in the living room. Eli was sitting there, too, and was looking at his phone. "Back already?" Esther glanced at him. "What did Gilbert say?" At the mention of Gilbert, Eli took his gaze away from his phone and looked at Octavius. He had no idea that Octavius had gone to see Gilbert. Did he really want Gilbert to come back so much? Eli couldn't understand why they were still so hung up on Gilbert, even though he was the one who grew up with them. They even wanted to hand the family over to Gilbert. Was Eli that useless in their eyes?

Chapter Seven The file didn't say much. Maria Gilbert. Thirty-two years old. Newly married. Wife of Daniel Gilbert. No photograph. No detailed history. Nothing that explained what she had done or why she was a target. But there was only one instruction. Eliminate on sight. So when Elena slipped into the apartment Mr and Mrs.Gilbert owned, she knew not to waste time. The place was quiet. She moved through the living room without making a sound, her gaze sweeping over every corner as she went. Then, she heard it.

"I treat others the way they treat me." It must be rare for others to talk back to Gilbert, for he merely raised an eyebrow. A trace of amusement flickered across his face. "So, you're Alyssa Fairfield, huh?" I nodded in response. Gilbert studied me for a moment before shaking his head. "You're quite pretty, but it's a shame that you're not fit to become my Luna." Joanna giggled softly while agreeing with Gilbert. "Precisely. I seriously have no idea why your dad would arrange such a lame mate for you."

“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,

"Gilbert? Are you related to the late Monty Gilbert?" June had smiled, "Yes, he was my granduncle." Regina nodded, she knew a generous percent of the families in the pack by last name. And the Gilberts, she perceived they were indeed a noble family at least from what she'd heard about Monty. "And your mother?" "Deceased." "Oh, sorry about that."

Yet now, I had the opportunity to make things right. Elena La Guerta was the daughter of Don Huilo La Guerta. We had grown up in the same circles but had never really conversed until our parents forced us on a date. I anticipated that our parents would eventually arrange a marriage for political purposes, but I expected to have some say in the matter. That wasn’t the case, and we both resented the idea of an arranged marriage. By the end of the dinner, we were eager to see each other again and arranged a private date in this apartment.

It was a simple and clean set up that allowed both age groups to past the time enjoyably. “This way,” Gemma said as she led Adrian and I to the sofa where the other parents were chatting. “I’m Adrian, Millie’s father and this is my girlfriend, Elena. Nice to meet you,” Adrian introduced us flawlessly as I plastered on one of my most charming smiles.

Gil shouts "It's true my daughter, and I'm not making anything up," he says, seeing the look on Enril and Aren's face that they know another story. "Believe me son, it wasn't us, Alpha Aren father himself, he ordered my Alpha Soren, your dad Gil, to split us up."