Elena Reed Novels & Stories

She looked like she'd stepped out of a fashion magazine. "Hey, Sophie." Jade's voice had changed, becoming lighter. Sophie's eyes slid over me, assessing. "Is this the scholarship girl?" The way she said "scholarship" made it sound like I'd admitted to working the graveyard shift at a gas station. I'd been on campus for less than an hour, and this girl had already secured the number one spot on my personal hate list. "This is Elena Reyes," Jade said. "Elena, this is Sophie Martinez."

“You think you will be happy Making my little innocent daughter suffer for nothing. When did you become this heartless ？” “Elaine？”Eve and Emma called in unison. She moved closer towards Eve and held her hands crying painfully. She couldn't bare it anymore as she watched her daughter battle for life. Rumour already spread round the pack that Elaine and Lincoln daughter was poisoned by the organization Eve worked for. When she watch how the little girl cried in so much pain, she decieded to come talk sense inside into her. “Elaine, I know you won't believe me, but i actually know nothing about this.”her hand find it way to her ear again. She touched the earrings and her face fell, Emma follow

the girl said and walked beside Jin. Jin smiled. “Okay!” he said without any thought. The two kids arrived where Amelia and Damian were, along with Arthur, Zelena, and their 12-year-old daughter, Rea. “Your pie remains the best, Mrs. Castillo” Rea commented as she took a bite of the blueberry pie that Amelia baked herself. “Thank you,” Amelia said with a bright smile. “What about my pie?” Zelena said while pretending to be hurt. “Mother, your pie may not be the best but your cheesecakes will forever be my favorite!” Rea said and hugged her beloved mother.

She no longer exists. Under the last line was a name he had never seen me write. [Elena Valenti] For a moment, Julian didn’t understand. Then the name hit him like a fist. Valenti. Anyone in New York knew the name. Old money whispered it. Politicians feared it. Cops pretended not to see it. It belonged to armored gates, private docks, and men who smiled before pulling the trigger. He sank into a chair, his face draining of color. He called my old number.

Despite his objections, Edward finally allowed her to go back until she felt completely healed. "I'm sorry. I just don't want to trouble everyone. I want to be alone first," she replied. "That's okay. The important thing is that we've met. And I really feel at home here, too. I was jealous when you got along so well with Freya. She turned out to be a nice woman. She's an online novelist, isn't she?" Elena nodded. "Her novels have been read by tens of millions of people around the world. I was really surprised when I found out how much she earns in a month. No wonder she doesn't need to work."

He waited for Martin to finish speaking. "Do you know who Ellena hired to be her lawyer?" Martin paused for a moment, as he thought that Edward would not be able to control and would ask him. But after he waited for a while, he did not hear Edward say anything. Martin could only give the answer himself, "She found Vincent Reed, the son of Declan Reed!” "Who are you talking about? Vincent Reed?" Edward finally showed a little surprise. He had checked on Declan Reed, so he knew that Declan had a biological son named Vincent.

The mention of her mother made Elena's chest tighten. A painful memory. A precious memory. --- Richard stood. "Don't stay up too late." "I won't." Another lie. --- As soon as he left, Elena opened her laptop again. Tonight she intended to visit Thomas Reed's apartment. If evidence existed, she needed to find it before someone else did. --- Meanwhile... Across the city... Inside Blackwell Holdings... Adrian Blackwell stood in his office. Marcus Hale handed him a report. --- "Thomas Reed's apartment." Marcus placed photographs onto the desk.

--- Elena Reed-Langford was absolutely furious when Marcus confessed everything later that night. She stood in the middle of their luxurious high-rise apartment, arms crossed tightly over her chest, hazel eyes blazing with betrayal and rage. At 29, she was stunning—long auburn hair cascading over her shoulders, full breasts straining against her silk blouse, a tiny waist flaring into generous hips and a firm, rounded ass that Marcus worshipped. “You *bet me*?” Her voice shook with barely contained fury. “On the weekend of our wedding anniversary? You gambled away one night with your own wife like I’m some poker chip, Marcus?”

It felt like desperation. “Daniel Reed,” my assistant said, placing the file in front of me. “Investment strategist. Previously worked with several international firms. Recently returned to the city.” I flipped through the pages. Clean record. Strong reputation. No scandals. No weaknesses. That alone irritated me. “What’s his connection to Elara?” I asked. My assistant hesitated. “They’ve been working together for the past year.” A year. My grip tightened on the file. “A year?” “Yes, sir.”

San Diego had me feeling differently. It was like I became Alex Gray the moment I drove into the city. My personality changed over the following two weeks as I followed Jordan Reed. He was the Vice President of The Reapers and second in command. I knew that if I could get close to him, I was as good as in. He had a set routine and after two weeks, I knew it by heart. He liked to frequent the bar on Broadway in East Village. It also happened to be the whole club’s favorite spot.