Elisa Brandani Novels & Stories

I tell her typing away on my phone without taking a glance in her direction. We get to the restaurant, take our seats and I call for the waiter. "Good day sir and ma'am, what would you like to order" "I'll have a plate of pasta e Fagioli" "I'll take just water" Eulalia tells the waiter "Get two plates of what I ordered" I tell the waiter and nod for him to get our orders. "Sir, please what about the the client we are supposed to meet" she asks with raised brows "Constantine" I said with displeasure " How many times have I told you to call me Constantine and not sir? I do not like to repeat myself and besides we are way passed this, i've had my head down your cunt" I give her my proudest smil

She walked slowly to the dining room. When she entered, both her parents were already seated. The table was long, the distance between them enough to host a small gathering. The food had been served, and neither of them looked up as she made her way to the far end and took a seat. She had barely taken a few bites when her father’s deep voice rang out from across the table. “Did you study the files?” Elisa didn’t look up. “Yes.” “What is the name of your fiancé?” “Stefano Bellucci.”

Skylar wondered in her mind, ignoring Camille's hateful comment about her. The woman came to stand in front of her, staring at Skylar with contempt “ I'm Elise Fabio. The only woman Vino would ever love” Elise replied, checking Skylar out. When she was told that Vino was seeing an employee, she was expecting a more worthy rival, not a woman who wasn't even up to her standards.

She smiled at her while showing her perfect pearly white teeth. "Hey, Eleana," Andres called Eleana, grabbing her attention while she ignored the nasty look Benita and Adrina passed her. Eleana noticed they were already done with their games. "Are you the same Eleana as the famous luxury clothing and jewellery brand La Carlotta?" He asked curiously while earning a smile from Eleana.

Well lit blonde hair, light brown eyes and looked very kind. "Hello, who is this beautiful girl? "She says approaching me. "This is Lillian Porter, she works at the company and was my right arm for a long time. "Francesco introduces me. "It's Adam's now. " Nice to meet you, Mrs. Winters. " I extend my hand. "Without formality, just call me Elisa. " She squeezes my hand. "Good afternoon family. "I hear another male voice behind me and my body goes into shock, it couldn't be true, what are the chances of that happening?

Chapter 20 Meanwhile, Nathan sat in his chair, his eyes not leaving the laptop screen that displayed several articles and a person's track record. His face looked serious, occasionally squinting, making sure that the information he was reading was correct. In front of him, Samon—his personal assistant—stood with an expressionless face, waiting for a reaction from his superior. "So, are you sure about this information?" Nathan's voice sounded deep and tense. Samon nodded. "Yes, sir. I've checked from various sources. Miss Elena is indeed the person behind the name Queen Elisabeth. She is the legendary designer who has been so mysterious."

The kind of woman who smelled like wealth and power. She didn’t order anything. She walked straight to me. “Are you Isabella?” I swallowed. “Yes… can I help you?” She lowered her glasses, revealing eyes that could slice glass. “Good. I’m Melissa. Eli’s fiancée.” The world tilted. “His… what?”

just a nobody. "But they really need to stop this bad behavior already, they derived joy in seeing other people hurt", I blurted out. She nodded. "Iam Kelsi" I introduce myself collecting the bottle water I dropped earlier from her. "Rita!" She smiled widely, she is no doubt adorable with her red lips and big bright eyes. I smiled. "Let's get something before the break ends" rita urged exictedly while her followed behind her. After break, I walked into the class and sat down.

11 ADRIAN My stomach lurched as I watched Anne sidle up to Annalisa, a sly smile playing on her lips. Annalisa, blissfully unaware, was engrossed in a conversation with Beatrice. A prickle of unease ran down my spine. There was something about Anne’s posture, the way she held the wine glass a little too close to her body, that set off my internal alarm bells.