Elena Stefan Break Up Novels & Stories

“Why did he leave?” “He did not give any good reason. But I noticed how he looked at Celia at our wedding. They were together.” “Celia?” “My step-sister,” Racheal said, looking away. Steffan went quiet for a while. “When did he leave?” “Hours after my father surrendered to yours.” “I hate him already.” Steffan said, causing her to smile. “Your turn.” She said, “When did you break up with Thalia?” Steffan frowned.

"The children are mine. They're safe and happy and loved. They don't need a father who's too distracted by his secretary-turned-girlfriend to notice what's happening in his own house." Victoria opens her mouth to argue, then closes it. She knows that tone. Elena has made her decision. "I'll leave you to your work," Victoria says, standing. "But darling? You might want to check the Sterling Pack social channels. This news is spreading rapidly. You'll likely field questions from pack members soon." After her grandmother leaves, Elena sits frozen at her desk. She shouldn't care. She has no right to care. She divorced Gabriel six years ago. She's engaged to another man. She made her choice.

She picked up the stuffed toy and card, placed them on her desk, and plopped down onto her bed. A silence pervaded the room for several long minutes. Svetlana broke it first. “He really regrets what he said, you know.” Eliza sniffed. “Maybe.” “He even broke it off with Jennifer, much to her surprise.” That got Eliza’s attention. She propped up onto her side. “Seriously? When?” “Apparently at the party. He told me that he took off before anything could happen.” Svet thought for a moment. “Because of what all you said, he saw her for who she really is.”

Jennifer questioned after some time when Selena stopped crying. "His father Elijah was the identical twin of Elias, he is no more! He died twenty-five years ago and about Stefan's mom, I don't know anything. Elijah wasn't married so Stefan is maybe a child of one of his mistresses! After he died, we took care of Stefan and later sent him abroad for studies and now he handles the family business in London. I am glad to see him back after a long time!" Selena said and Jennifer wanted to ask more but a familiar rough voice stopped her. "What are you both talking about?" Elias asked, moving towards Selena. "Nothing, just girly talk." Selena said smiling and Elias took her away from there.

When she looked up, she saw how stunned Felicity was and threatened, "Don't tell Keegan, or it's the end of our friendship!" "Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me," Felicity swore. After that, she whispered, "Were you the one who dumped him?" "I brought up the idea of breaking up, and he agreed. It was an amicable breakup," Stella replied. "But why did you do that? Isn't he your type? Plus, he seems to have a much better temper than Keegan." Stella sighed. "It's nothing, really. I just decided we couldn't be together anymore when he told me his parents were sending him abroad to further his studies."

She had assumed marrying Sebastian would end her life of turbulence, but here she was, kicked to the curb. “Sebastian is no longer my father on the day my mother died. He can marry whoever he wants.” He didn’t have long to live anyway. After separating with Rowena and Roxy, I got a call from Ian. “I called to tell you that Rowena came onto me, Naomi. At least, I had never once thought of betraying you when we were together.” Ian had been down on his luck lately. Ever since his affair with Roxy got out, his family put him under house arrest and froze his credit cards. The once carefree and dashing young man appeared to have put on years.

They hadn’t expected her to call and she had even changed her number. “I heard you’re getting married. Can we meet one last time before your wedding?” Sensing Zac’s hesitation, Elena quickly added, “I’ve decided to resign. After your wedding, I’ll be leaving the country for further studies. I don’t know when I’ll be back.” She wasn’t sure how long she would be gone. This might be her last chance to see him alone. Zac frowned, about to reject her outright, but before he could speak, Helen swiftly typed a message on her phone and shoved it in front of him:

She hung up and clicked open her message app. Godfrey’s texts filled the screen. Each one felt like a punch to the chest. First message: “Elena, I waited for over an hour at our usual place. I thought something serious had happened again. I was really worried. Please let me know you’re safe.” Second message, sent later: “I understand life can be unpredictable, but this is the second time you’ve cancelled without any real explanation. I feel quite disappointed. I believed we were building something honest and meaningful. Maybe I was wrong.”

Adrian and Elena laughing at a charity dinner. Elena beside him at the company's first product launch. Their wedding. Their honeymoon. Then photographs of Elena leaving the courthouse after their divorce. People began constructing a story from pictures that had nothing to do with the truth. She must hate him. She must want revenge. She must be trying to destroy him. Someone posted that Elena had spent three years planning a hostile takeover. The post received two million views before lunch. Adrian read it in disbelief. "That's completely false." Daniel didn't answer.

When Celia Moore was dying of liver failure, I signed the living-donor consent form and gave her my right liver lobe, nearly sixty percent of my liver, to save her. The independent evaluation doctor asked me again and again whether anyone had coerced me. Through the glass, I could see Adrian Grant standing at the end of the hallway. He didn't come in. He just stood there, head bowed, reading the critical-condition update Celia had just sent him. I said, "No. This is my choice." That surgery nearly killed me. But on the eve of the wedding ceremony we were finally supposed to have, Adrian was still at Celia's bedside. He didn't leave once all night. I left my wedding ring, the divorce petition