Elena Stefan Break Up Mga Nobela at Kwento

Stefan didn't want to mention the fact that she was also of high pulchritude since it would seem like overstating what a lot of people must have said in the past. "You seem like you're famous but … It also feels likd you undertake lots of personal work for big names" she said. "Wow, your intuition is spot on. I'm sure you'd be able to adapt quite well" Stefan clapped for her. Elena smiled and turned her face from him in embarrassment. "Well, I guess I'll give it a try" she said. "And you won't regret it" he smiled, looking at her lips in the process. It looked inviting to him. He shook hands with Elena in satisfaction.

Siena replied simply. Elena smiled. “By the way, Mom isn’t going to Cristiano’s wedding,” she said quietly, dropping the revelation like a shock to Siena. “Really?” Siena froze, genuinely taken aback. Elena nodded. “She’s already stopped speaking to Cris. She argued with him, tried to make him call it off—but when no one listened, she refused to be a part of it. I think… she loves you more.” Something broke and healed inside Siena at the same time. Her heart ached—but there was a fragile flicker of hope too. At least someone had truly stood up for her.

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“I’m going to freeze all your cards for a month.” “NO, NO, Dad! You can’t do this to me!” she yelled. But the call ended. Adrian took the mobile from her and walked away. Elena stood there, staring back at her. “I browsed through your profile this morning. I’m not good with social media, but it seemed that you dated about ten guys in the past two years. People like you are loyal to nobody and are sorry for none of your actions. You should stay away from Adrian and Lilian.”

As soon as Matteo stormed out, the break room erupted. "If Isabella's the Don's lady, then who's Elena?" "Holy smokes, was it a secret marriage? That's wild." "I've bad-mouthed Isabella before. The Don doesn't know, does he? Could he kick me out of the family?" "So, Elena's the one who's been the mistress strutting around us all this time?" Matteo's declaration sent Elena's standing in the family into freefall.

Elena got inside. Lucas noticed the anger in her face immediately. “Who was it?” Elena stared out the window for a moment before answering. “Adrian’s uncle.” Lucas frowned. “The billionaire investor?” “Yes.” “What did he want?” Elena’s voice hardened. “He’s the one who destroyed my marriage.” Lucas’s eyes widened. “You’re serious?” Elena nodded. “He arranged everything.” Lucas leaned back in shock. “Why?” Elena looked straight ahead. “Because Adrian was planning to leave his company for me.”

“When you’re at the top, distractions are dangerous.” ‎Daniel shook his head with a faint smile. “One day someone will prove you wrong. RIVERA CORPORATION ‎- Evening - ‎Elena stood in front of the ceiling-to-floor windows in her office. Her phone screen reflected in the window. ‎One name stared back at her. ‎Adrian Vale. ‎Elena tightened her grip on the phone, her reflection staring back at her from the glass windows. ‎Five years ago, she had walked away from him without looking back. It had been necessary... or at least that was what she kept telling herself.

Matteo opened it with hands that did not feel like his own. Notice of separation from the De Luca alliance. His vision blurred for a moment. She had not asked for an explanation. She had not demanded a public apology, a new ceremony date, or his promise that Vanessa meant nothing. She had simply left. Matteo called the Rossi house himself. Elena’s mother answered, polite and wary. “Matteo?” “Is Elena with you?” There was a pause. “No. Why?” He forced his voice steady. “We had an argument. I need to speak with her.”

Stefan's POV The stone walls of the stronghold felt colder than usual tonight. I leaned against one of them, my arms crossed, eyes trained on the door that had just closed behind the guards. They’d taken her. Elara. The girl who, for reasons beyond my desire, would be my mate. Or so the bond told me. My instincts screamed at me, dragging my attention to the tug deep inside my chest. It was like a raw, open wound, and yet, I didn’t want to touch it.

he shook his head. “Does it look like I care? You want to earn her back, but you have not even done the necessity.” “Which is?” “Break up with Camila!” “I am not together with her any longer! In fact, I have not fucked her in over a year, and you know all of these!” “It is not me you are trying to win over, okay? It is Elena.” “Besides, it’s not like our relationship is so public that I have to announce our break up or something!”