Elena Gilbert Stefan Salvatore Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

"That's why I love having you here with me. You bring a different energy to everything." I smiled at him, feeling my heart swell with affection for this man. I leaned in for a kiss, and we were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Come in," Liam called out, and his assistant, Rachel, walked in. "Mr. Salvatore, your 10 o'clock is here," she said, glancing over at me. Liam sighed, looking disappointed. "Alright, send him in." I stood up and walked over to the couch, taking a seat as a tall, handsome man walked in. He had short brown hair and piercing blue eyes, and I could tell he was confident and in control.

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

We got to a particular section of the office where some people sat on thier desk while some walked in The man who apparently is Diego's manager cracked. "Guys! This is your new team member. Brianna Salvador, she'll be our assistant finance manager" he explained to them as they looked at me with a smile I guess. "This is Mr Gezell the Finance manager. And here is the CEO's team members, they work directly under the CEO who is Mr Diego De Lucas. Pleas make her welcomed" he added and in a split smile, the man was walking out of the spacious room.

Salvatore stood to greet us. “Nathan, what a sight for sore eyes,” he expressed and held out his hand to shake mine. “Salvatore, great to see you again,” I said, shaking his hand. “Well, well. Who do we have here?” Salvatore smiled, looking over at Amelie. “Hi, Mr. Aventini,” Amelie spoke. “My name is Amelie. I’m Dr. Michaels's student assistant.” “Ciao, Bella,” Salvatore said as he took Amelie’s hand and kissed it. I wasn’t happy with Salvatore’s lips on her, but I wasn’t going to piss off the head of one of the most powerful mafias in New York City.

"You absolute fool. Are you trying to infuriate me to death? Who gave you permission to bring an outsider into our family home? You show zero care for your own fiancée, yet you pour all your attention into a mere assistant." Sophie’s eyes instantly welled with tears, and she turned to Marco with a helpless, pleading look. The hand Marco was using to swirl his whiskey paused. His sharp gaze shot directly toward me. "Did Elena complain to you about me again?" "Hmph! She wouldn't even waste her breath on you," Salvatore snapped. "I’m neither blind nor deaf. Do you honestly think I don't know about the pathetic stunts you’ve been pulling?" Salvatore was already seething because I had just called

The man approached the fellow who had abducted her and paused, he stared at her for a minute and then back at the man. “Who is this? And why is she here?” he queried. “Master, she is the daughter of my debtor, he had offered her to us as collateral,” he replied. “Hey, you abducted me from my house!!” Elena fired. Well, she wasn’t good at keeping her mouth shut. “Silence young lady, you speak when I ask you to.” Their leader scolded her. “Why? Who are you?” Elena queried and rolled her eyes. The man chuckled and walked to her. “I am surprised there is someone from this city who hasn’t heard about me. I am Cain Salvatore, but you can call me the demon,” he said in a dark tone and looked closel

"You know who we are?" Elena's gaze flickered over to the door, her eyes scanning the outside as though checking for any signs of surveillance. "I know more than you think. I've been keeping track of your movements for a while now. You're not the only ones who've been trying to take down Salvatore." James stepped forward, his voice calm but firm. "Then you know what's at stake. We need your help." Elena studied him for a moment, her expression unreadable. "I'm not in this for charity, you know. I have my own reasons for wanting Salvatore gone."

There was no point in hiding anything from him if he was going to be useful. “Here is the situation,” I said. “Don Salvatore tried to kill me. He did not come at me with his own men or guns. He used the girl I bought at auction. Her name is Eleanor. She poisoned a plate of pasta that was supposed to be for me. My second, Matteo, ate it instead. He died right there in my study on the floor.” I paused for a moment. The image of Matteo lying there still hit me hard every time I said it out loud. My jaw tightened and I felt that familiar burn of anger in my chest.

he blurted out and Killian's brows raised. "Who says we are going to fight her?" Killian huffed. "Well, if you want to survive, then you have to fight her," he said, and I chuckled, then turned towards the car. I stopped and turned to face Salvador with questions in my eyes. "If Gilbert is the puppet, then who is the man behind him?" I asked. Salvador's head shot back and he shrugged. "I am yet to find that out," he replied. I licked my lower lip and nodded my head then slipped into the car.