Elena Reed Novels & Stories

Red looked down at it and smiled. "I am an old woman; do you think I would be able to read all of the numbers you've conjured up here?" Red? asked Elara as her head lifted slowly. Elara cleared her throat. She had gone over the report, but she did not think that she would have to give a presentation, so she was not prepared for that.

There was a caption beneath the photo. "Elena Frost, the wife of Reed Corporation's CEO, has passed away in 2024. The cause of death was suicide by slitting her wrists and voluntarily refusing resuscitation. She was 28." Suicide by slitting her wrists? Voluntarily refusing resuscitation? Elena had laid the truth bare on Reed Corporation's official website, stunning countless night owls in the online community.

He lifted his brows suggestively, everyone for the moment forgetting why they had come here in the first place. Eli tapped his foot nervously and chuckled as he looked down, about to comb his hair with his hand again, but one look at Isaac put a stop to the muscular reflex and he opted to put his hands in the pockets of his sweats instead. “Um… off and on for a while,” he answered finally. “A while,” Matthew repeated and nodded his head slowly with narrowed eyes and puckered lips. He wanted more juice on this relationship. Everyone was silent and heard a door upstairs open and close before some footsteps came down the stairs. Isabella had been showered and refreshed, and she let her arm snak

Elena arrived at the Reed mansion under the cover of darkness, a ghost from Rose’s past summoned for a new, insidious purpose. She was a woman in her late forties, with a face that was plain and easily forgettable, but her eyes were sharp, missing nothing. She carried herself with an air of quiet competence, a demeanor she had perfected over years of service in the shadows. Years ago, Rose had saved Elena from a scandal that would have ruined her life, and in doing so, had purchased her unwavering, fearful loyalty.

Elena may face imprisonment if she is found guilty. Reed asks us to excuse him for a moment and heads out to call his lawyer so that he can give Lexi’s mom feedback now before we leave. Upon his exit, Jolene continues to tell us about Lexi’s last days, and after some time, Reed returns. “Are they going to help?” I ask Reed as he enters and he says yes, Elena will face the consequences of her actions.

“ You need to stop working so many hours for your attractive supervisor. You should enjoy yourself tonight.” Elena laughed, but her stomach flipped. Six months. Six long months of sitting across from him and taking his sharp orders from his deep commanding voice. Her body reacted against her will because he ordered her to perform tasks. She hated it. She hated him. Or at least she tried to. “I’m not thinking about him!” she lied while spinning faster. “I’m free tonight!” The music volume increased. Elena closed her eyes and let her body move. Her body moved in three different ways as her skin shone with sweat. She felt sexy. She felt alive. The beats from the music made her remember Damon.

Damaged still from the injury. But completely clear. "Elena. It's Daniel. I need you to listen to this" She moved to stop it. Her thumb found the screen. But in the half second before she pressed delete Seven words reached her. "Marcus Reed is not who you think" Silence. Deleted. She sat with Mira in her arms in the amber nursery light. The baby had fallen asleep. Perfect and warm and completely at peace. Elena looked down at her daughter's face. Then at the blank phone screen.

Vivian said, her fingers wrapped around my wrist. The touch sent a sudden, violent jolt of irritation straight up my spine. My skin crawled. It took every ounce of strength not to rip my arm away from her, as she pulled us toward a small cluster of women standing near an elaborate ice sculpture. Vivian tapped the arm of a slender blonde woman dressed in immaculate, tailored Chanel. "Liz, darling, you have to meet Elena Reyes. She’s the brilliant consultant who’s been helping Killian with their internal affairs. Elena, this is my best friend, Liz."

"Seven people. Mr. Reed chairs. The others are a mix of independent trustees and programme directors. Eleanor chairs the charity advisory committee—she's been with the foundation since the beginning. Shirley runs the Bed-Stuy program and sits on the board as community representative. There's a research director from a mental health organization. Two independent trustees who aren't connected to Reed Capital in any way. And one other whose role you'll figure out within the first twenty minutes." "You've briefed me more thoroughly than I expected," Elijah said. Priya's smile widened slightly. "Mr. Reed said you'd want to understand the dynamics before you walked in. He said—" She paused, as tho