Elena Norwood Novels & Stories

All the people who had made bad remarks on Eli smiled brightly on seeing Nora and greeted her happily. Eli bit her lower lip on seeing that. Her fists clenched tightly. She was trying hard to hold back her tears. That girl in front of her, with brown hair and flawless skin, was perfect. She excelled in everything and was kind to all. Eli didn’t found it surprising that Leo loved Nora so much. Everyone liked her, while Eliana on the other hand, was a nobody. Someone that all considered to be an eyesore.

the brunette said nudging Roman who gave him a death stare. “good morning princess, sorry theses idiots are here, these are Harry and Elijah” Harry was a brunette with green eyes while Elijah was hazel eyed with tattooed skin. “guys, this is Camila” “she looks good and I’m sure she’s also good in...” Harry started to say but he was cut off by Roman digging his eyebrow into his stomach. Harry fell to the ground with a dramatic groan and Elijah rolled his eyes. I chuckled.

It probably felt nice to have someone look out for her. I had left a good impression, Gwen felt she was being protected by me. It was the first time we had ever held hands. We got to another door, the inn's main entrance. An elf with short stubby legs walked up to us carrying shots of clear wine on a tray. He was probably from the north mountain, a place called "Creek." It was a dwelling of elves. They had been brought to the inn for the aesthetic. Elf waiters made red moon inn unique.

Elena felt herself relaxing, her worries melting away as she enjoyed the tranquil surroundings. Liam broke the silence by asking Elena about her work at Nixon Tech. Elena hesitated for a moment, recalling her bad experience at the company. However, she felt comfortable enough with Liam to open up about it. She told him about Isabella, the woman who had caused her and her best friend Scarlett to lose their jobs. She spoke about how she had been denied the opportunity to showcase her software herself to the public, despite her hard work and dedication.

If this was continued, she'd be driven crazy! Ellena couldn't get away from his grip, and she also couldn't make too much noise. Afraid of attracting too much attention, she quietly allowed herself to be led into the car. What they didn't know was that Naomi was standing behind the pillars by the entrance of the restaurant. Her face was still swollen, but that wasn't enough to hide the gloominess in her eyes. She gazed at the picture she had taken. Ellena was Young Madame Arnoult, the wife of Edward Arnoult and she still had the nerve to entangle herself with the husband's cousin. "Let's see how the two of you will end up when you're caught."

Eight years passed in the blink of an eye. Elena graduated early with excellent grades from the National Defense and Technology University, earning her doctorate in military intelligence. On her graduation day, Noah, who had become the CEO of Prestige Corporation, a multinational corporation, appeared at the campus gates to pick her up. He held a bouquet and ring.

Rita's expression of joy that had been on her face seemed to intensify. "And this..." Finally, Norah got what she had wished for the past few days: to meet the woman whose name had often graced their conversations. "Elice." "Of course, you must be Elice," Norah said with sparkling eyes, looking at the young woman with admiring eyes. "Garrett has told me so much about you." Wilda deduced from Norah's words that this was also Elice's first meeting with Garrett's family. "Let's go inside. Nana waiting inside."

FOUR YEARS LATER Elara. That’s the name Mrs. Whitmore gave me, the woman my mother once served, but never made to feel like a servant. My father had been with the Whitmore family long before I was born. He met my mother while working under their roof, and when they fell in love, it was Mr. and Mrs. Whitmore who gave their blessing for the marriage. In a world of class divides and whispered boundaries, the Whitmores were different. They were warm, kind, strangely human despite their wealth.

Elena didn’t reach for the light switch, she just walked toward the window, her heels clicking softly against the tiles until she reached the glass, looking out at the New York skyline. Her reflection was a pale, ghostly shape against the backdrop of a thousand glowing office windows. The red wine stain on her dusty rose dress had dried into a stiff, hard and dark patch that felt like a permanent scar against her pale skin. She sat by the edge of the bed, her hands resting motionless on her lap. For the past three years, she had meticulously played the role of the quiet, happy, obedient woman. A charity project used to satisfy the terms of a dead man’s will and keep the Thorne board happy.

Grayson nodded respectfully and left. Elena swung her legs off the bed and moved to the window. The Carter estate stretched magnificently below—manicured gardens, tall fountains, and the staff moving quietly like well-trained shadows. It was a world of opulence, beauty, and terrifying secrets. She had learned that the hard way. A vibration buzzed on her nightstand. Her phone. Unknown Number. Her heartbeat quickened. She hesitated, then answered. “Elena Carter?” The voice was female, calm, and far too confident for someone she didn’t know. “Or should I say… Elena, the woman Noah married to silence a scandal?”