Elena Reed Novels & Stories

Her hand was cold as ice and I was squeezing her for support. “Well, I think you have to make a choice, love,” Edmond’s wife, Lyana I think her name, was looking at her husband with their son on her lap. She arched her eyebrow at him before Edmond rubbed his face with his hands. He then turned to look at me. “Are you sure about this?” He asked Ella as he was still staring at me. I can see the stubbornness was coming from his uncle’s side. I amused at the thought.

Elias' eyes traced mine, then he tilted his head like he was trying to believe I had said that. While we drew even closer, from a distance we'd already caught sight of Reed at the parking space. He stood with his hands in his pockets, scanning faces like he was expecting someone. My chest squeezed against my ribs. "Speak of the devil, Ana, there he is." Elias had a bright smile over his face that read subtle jealousy. "I think he's searching for you." I said nothing. I only clenched my fist. Reed's eyes were now focused on the car as we drove in. He sure had sighted me from the windscreen. He would be too arrogant not to have noticed us.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

Elena met me in the living room before Sierra could appear. “Well?” she asked. “It holds,” I said. “Seven months, not six. Daniel Reed in her life for months before she named me. Marcus is hunting the rest.” Elena folded her arms. “When do you confront her?” “Not until I have enough to stop her from turning incomplete proof into theater. She’s too good at managing a room.” Elena nodded slowly. “Then we stay quiet until the ground under her is actually gone.” Elena’s POV Sierra came out of her room in the evening, calm as ever, and suggested a short discussion.

“ 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."

Eleanor Fitch had been chair of Reed Capital's board for six years, a position she'd arrived at via a career in investment banking that Marcus had described, in his understated way, as formidable. She was seventy-three, small, compact, with white hair cut short and the specific quality of attention that belonged to people who had spent decades in rooms full of very smart people and had consistently been the sharpest mind present. She'd requested dinner at Le Bernardin. Not a working dinner — she'd been specific about that when she'd called Priya. A dinner. Both of them. She'd made the reservation herself, which Priya had mentioned to Elijah with the slight raised-eyebrow energy of someone wh

“Dad’s been gone for over six months now and she’s just… quiet. She stays at the kitchen counter every night and then drowns herself drinking wine. She keeps saying she’s fine, but you know how moms are.” I nodded, pretending it was something casual. Inside, my pulse kicked up like I’d just escaped a spray and pray. Elena Reyes. Mrs Rayes to everyone else. She was Forty one with curves that didn’t quit, thanks to numerous yogas and Pilates I’ve seen her doing during my visits. She had long dark hair she usually tied into a messy bun and those full black-pink pigmented lips that always looked like they were holding back a secret smile when she hugged me goodbye after hanging by their place.

Hilda looked forward at her husband, who stood at the door. "Don't just stand there. Come and see your beautiful grandmother." She said to him. Edward walked towards her and looked at Catherine. Catherine smiled when she saw him. "Aw! She is smiling! Look at her cute smile." Hilda said. "Can I hold her?" Edward asked his wife, knowing what her response will be. "No. I haven't carried her long enough." Hilda said. Rebecca scanned the room and couldn't find Crystal. "Where is Crystal?" She asked her parents.