Elena Story Novels & Stories

Some days turned into weeks, especially after the Nicholas incident. “So you would drive a car into my wife out of jealousy?” I ask her slowly, but then she looks at me with a confused frown. “What? I dunno what you’re talking about.” She says with a puzzled tone, “I only gave her the peanut cupcake this morning.” I looked at Elijah and wondered if I should trust her word. “No, Elena is currently fighting for her life at London Bridge Private because someone drove into her with deadly intent. We believe that person was you or hired by you.” I explain but she continues to shake her head.

If he had a job to do he preferred to see it through for himself, no matter how unwanted or potentially problematic that task might be. Potentially problematic! A bitter half-smile curled his mouth. There was nothing potential about the problems that Elena was likely to cause him... Nothing potential at all. He had heard scraps of news about her over the years, of course, mainly from lucas and Lia. Elena had completed her degree course and majored summacum laude... She was living in New York and looking for a job... She had got a job... Elena was working in Venice... In Rome... In Prague... Elena... Elena... Elena...

“But I assure you, there’s nothing particularly interesting about me.” Beatrice laughed, a light, tinkling sound that drew the attention of those around them. “Oh, you’re far too modest, Elena,” she said, giving Elara’s hand a gentle squeeze before releasing it. “A woman like you doesn’t simply appear out of nowhere without causing a few ripples. You must tell me, where have you been hiding all these years?” Elara’s smile widened, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Here and there,” she said vaguely. “I’ve spent much of my time abroad, traveling, learning. But I’ve always had a fondness for this city, so I thought it was time I returned.”

CHAPTER 53 ELENA “Uhm we are talking of a novel that I recently read, Chief chef loves it when I tell him stories about a novel”. I said immediately to distract his attention. “That's true, the old man loves storytelling,” the chief chef said in order to help cover me up. “Well, you should get someone else to do that for you other than my female chef!” Luciano said to him jokingly. I calmed my nerves when I saw that he bought the story.

She just stares straight ahead. Mr. Morrison starts asking questions. “You are Elara Blake’s twin sister, correct?” “Yes.” “Were you at the coffee shop on the day Lucas Reed was hurt?” “Yes.” “Tell us what happened.” Elena takes a breath. “Elara called me. She said she wanted to meet and talk about Lucas. I thought she wanted to fix things between us.” Her voice shakes. “But when she came, she had bodyguards outside. Then Lucas arrived. And Damien Cross came right after.”

Fingers curling inside me until I arched and whispered his name like a prayer. I came quietly. Tears slipping into my hair. He rose. Entered me slowly. Eyes locked on mine. We moved together. No rush. No violence. Just love. When he came inside me, he buried his face in my neck. Whispered he loved me. Would always love me. After, we lay tangled. His hand over my heart. “I have to tell you something,” I said. He tensed. “What?” “Elena is getting married in three days. Valerio’s daughter—me—I am helping people crash it. For money. For escape.”

“I do, sir. Thank you for asking.” “Good,” he said, waving his hand. “Because we shall have wine. A fine vintage. But first… tell me about yourself. Where are you from? What do you do?” He leaned back in his chair, deliberately ignoring Adrian, his eyes fixed on her as he posed each question. Adrian opened his mouth once, but a subtle raise of Giovanni’s hand silenced him before a single word escaped. “I’m asking her, not you,” Giovanni said sharply but not unkindly. Elena’s composure wavered for a brief second before she took a slow, deep breath. She allowed herself a nod, then answered carefully, “I’m originally from Milan, sir. I studied fashion, and I’ve worked in various positions in th

She finally sighed and picked up the call, after it rang for several minutes. "Hello, Maya." "You're really doing this? Like, right now?" Maya blurted as soon as she heard her voice. Elena stared at her reflection in the mirror. She looked pale, sharp cheekbones, dark hair pulled into a sleek knot, lips painted deep crimson to hide how dry her mouth felt. "I have to." She replied after a while of silence. "This isn't some dive bar sting operation, El. These people are ghosts. Billionaires who make people disappear for fun. If they figure out you're a journalist...

“What mistake?” “He didn’t know it and he slept with Derek’s sister. He was in town for Derek’s birthday. But Gina went all gaga over him. She claimed that she loved him and started stalking him. He was studying in Yale. She followed him there but Aslan refused her. She was heartbroken. Aslan sent her back home. She spilled everything to Derek. Derek, instead of stopping her advances, confronted Aslan and the man accepted that he had slept with Gina, unknowingly. The problem was she was going mentally unstable. And one day she tried to kill herself. She survived but they couldn’t save her. She is in coma since then. It’s been eight years, and both the men are at each other’s throat for so lo

Elena, uncomfortable with the attention, decides to take matters into her own hands. Her opportunity comes during a team presentation. Facing a skeptical audience, she delivers an impeccable pitch, showcasing her strategic insights and hard work. The room is stunned into silence, and Elena finally feels vindicated. Elliot, standing at the back of the room, watches her with quiet pride, recognizing her strength. This moment serves as a turning point, as Elena begins to assert herself and reclaim her professional credibility.