Elena Norwood Novels & Stories

Even if they were together, it had to be just a fling for him. Like today, Abel had asked Elara to bring Theodore to her induction ceremony, but Elara still hadn't shown up. Someone as busy as Theodore wouldn't have time to accompany Elara all day. "Ms. Elara Jones is here!" "It's our VP, Ms. Jones!" Niamh snapped out of her thoughts and turned her gaze toward the entrance. Elara walked in wearing a sleek and tailored women's suit, her dark hair elegantly tied up, revealing her slender neck and the graceful curve of her jawline.

Elena was still mad at me and I couldn't blame her for it. I flashed a polite smile at the nurse, relunctantly handing her the items in my hand as I dragged my feet out of the room feeling crushed completely until my ears caught the name I would remember in seven lifetimes. “....Elena Broadway, married to Adrian Hawthron has just been seen commiting a shameful act with the top five business man in the city, Elvis Butcher”, announced the news reporter while a video played on the screen.

She dropped the note and stood up trying to pull herself together. Elena is the oldest daughter of Mr. Alcantara, a petite slim girl with thick curly wave hair that framed her delicate oval face, her Hazel Green eyes were a mixture of Doe and siren but they were not as innocent as her, she had a nice pointed nose, slim heart shape lips, and a nice thick slim shape, her body was the dream of every lady including her best friend and men were not an exception.

I did find a few affairs that Landon had, but my guess of him being a playboy was wrong. There were numerous articles entailing his feud with his brother, Paul Scotts was the mortal enemy of the three handsome billionaire brothers. Two of them were married, making Landon the most eligible bachelor in the country. He never lost a case in his life, making him the youngest most successful lawyer at the age of thirty. Just then my doorbell rings, it’s probably Jimmy, he wanted to discuss something important. I opened the door and welcomed him in with his girlfriend, Elisa. She was supporting him through this misery.

“This is Mr. Blackwood’s wife.” “So,” Nina scoffed. “What is her name?” “Miss...” “Answer my goddamn question.” “Elara Blackwood,” Aiden replied calmly. “Blackwood?” Nina sneered. “She doesn’t deserve that name,” she muttered. “A mere commoner dreams of being part of the great Balckwood family.” She glanced at Elara. “Keep dreaming.” “I wasn’t dreaming,” Elara responded, walking to the sofa. She sat down, crossing her legs before calling for Joy, who immediately answered. “Bring me my breakfast. I’ll be eating here.”

She was bored, and not wanting to distract Alexa while she cooked in the kitchen, so she decided to watch TV to kill time before Alexa finished. Picking up the remote control from the table, Elena tuned in several channels as she searched for the one with great entertainment. Eventually, she settled for the daily news TV. Relaxing on the couch, something instantly caught her interest as her eyes skimmed through the headlines of the news. Elena was in utter disbelief as she read the bold words; _NEW MEMBER OF THE BILLIONAIRE WOMEN ELITE CLUB --- LUCIANA HENDERSON, legal wife of the Billionaire, Jordan Salvador_

She opened the article at the same moment, somewhat curious about the content. Because, since she introduced herself to the world and was known as Elena RoseFord, she was more part of high society than she knew how to define. "After a vacation in Norway, Sabrina Carper returns to New York and has a romantic encounter with the CEO of Granger Enterprise" Elena read the title of the article in a low voice.

“Don't let anyone catch you calling her by her name, you'll be surprised what she'll do.” “Oh please! I've had enough of that bitch. It's my turn now.” A dubious grin spread across her face. “I have a plan and you're going to help me execute it.” Elizabeth gasped, shaking her head. “Nora, please don't drag me into this. I love you and will do anything for you but please, I don't want Anne-Marie to have my head.” “She won't. I just need you to deliver something to her when she's not in her room. You can go in there, I'm not allowed. Please.” Eleonora pleaded. She had to plead for a long time before Elizabeth finally gave in.

Andrew’s mumbled words fell between them; Elaine’s bread remained mostly uneaten in her palm. “Naomi- her name is Naomi Sher, and she’s fifteen.”

"But you're monitoring them more frequently. The pull grows stronger." "I'm not ready to go back." "You will be. When Theo needs us, you'll know." Elena pushed away from the screens, moving to her training room. Even now, with success beyond imagination, she maintained Morgan's brutal regimen. Two hours every morning, another hour each night. Not because she needed to anymore, but because strength had become part of her identity. As she executed a complex kata, her phone rang. Lily Chen, Marcus's sister and NovaTech's CMO.