Elena Gilbert Parents Novels & Stories

“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.

Standing up quickly, I tidied myself up and answered the door only to see my parents holding some envelope in their arm. "Let us in." Dad demanded while I just looked at them, not in the mood to deal with their nonsense. "Get out." I instructed, ready to shut the door on their faces but mom's words stopped me. "We know what's going on with you and we can help but first of all you have to divorce Elisa Gilbert." What?

"In the fourth year, we had truly gone global. Our business was a huge success. Until the problem arose in the form of Victoria Miller." Elena looked at her father with a questioning gaze. Who was Victoria Miller? She had never heard that name before. "Yes, that's right. She was your grandmother. Alan and Elena's grandmother. And also Gavra Jepson's grandmother. I'm sorry, Alan, Elena. Your grandmother was a slut." Elena quickly pressed the pause button, her eyes widening. She looked at her father, who didn't seem surprised at all. "You already knew," Elena said. Her mouth hung open in disbelief. "Dad, you already knew all along."

He started with the picture in the right corner. "He is Eddy's dad, Aster. She is Aster’s ex-girlfriend Rose.” Moving to another picture he said, “this, you know it's your friend Mark,” he again moved to another picture one after another which was well known by her, “your father, Jack, and she Ali..." Gently Selina touched Ali’s photo and took a deep breath. Her eyes then suddenly fall on Gil’s picture. She glanced at Jacob in confusion. “He?” “He is Vampire’s master Andy Micheal’s son, Gil.”

a picture but it was just Elena and her parents. "Well she was just our cousin, her mother was aunty Margaret and her dad was Jared, she was the only child and I don't know what happened to that family, they all died, and I don't know the story so well but grandma died along side them, they're evil, they're the reason grandfather is in the care center," "that's what your mother said he said as a matter of fact. Rolling her eyes, she replied him "our mother"

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."

Richard's hospital room smelled faintly of antiseptic and the lilies Priya had brought that morning, his color noticeably better than it had been the week before, though his hands still trembled slightly against the blanket, veins standing out pale blue beneath thin skin. "Elena," he said, his voice thin but steady, "there is something I should have told you years ago." I felt Elena tense beside me, her hand tightening around mine as she pulled a chair closer to her father's bedside, the metal legs scraping softly against the linoleum. "What is it, Dad," she asked gently, leaning in as if she could catch the words before they fully left him. "Your mother knew Eleanor Sterling," Richard said.

DELILAH “Well,” Elena began, clearing her throat dramatically. “Like I told you, Mom,” she said in that annoyingly childish voice she always used with our parents, the one that grated on my nerves every time. “I heard people talking,” she continued, putting a hand to her chest like she was the victim here. “They said Dad has left the house, that he’s no longer taking care of you, and that we were broke, that we were beggars now. That we didn’t have any money.....”

"You look at the board members, and you say: *My name is Elena Carnegie. I am Callum’s daughter, and I am taking my father’s chair. That is all you need to say, Elena. The papers will do the rest of the work." Elena repeated the words in her mind. My name is Elena Carnegie. It felt strange to say that last name. For twenty-nine years, she had been Elena Gilbert. She had been an ordinary girl with an ordinary life. Now, she had to become someone else to protect her son’s future. --- --- Across the city, inside the massive Carnegie mansion, the atmosphere was completely different. The master bedroom was huge, filled with expensive gold mirrors and dark silk curtains. But tonight, the room felt