Novel & Cerita Elisa Brandani

“I don’t care about them too much, and I don’t like revenge. The person I hated the most during all the time was the girl I helped.” “Even now, I don’t understand why she did that.” Vivia thought of this and suddenly laughed haha, “Yes, the person I hate the most until now is her. I don’t want to help her stay anonymous either. Her name is Elisa.” Anna muttered, “Elisa, Elisa, what a beautiful name.” Vivia replied, “Yes, the name is beautiful, but her personality is different from the name. That name needs a more worthy owner!” Vivia looked at Anna, then Vivia lowered her head again, whispering.

"I would like you guys to meet Isabella. Isabella this is my brother Alessandro and his wife, Cassandra" She shook Cassandra's hand with a smile on her face, then held her hand out to shake mine but slowly put it down when I didn't shake it. "It's nice to meet you, Isabella. You look so beautiful Cassandra spoke, I'm glad Cassandra is a nice person, but I'm certainly not. "You too, You look stunning. I love your dress," Isabella said, and I mentally gagged. They both talked about girly shit for a few minutes, obviously getting along with each other.

9 years later "Let's welcome on stage, the ex wife of Antonio Rodriguez and also the current lead CEO of Antonio's Enterprise." The MC said. "Make some noise for Melissa Luca" Just exactly how I wanted my introduction to be "What??? Elisa is now rich. It can't be" "Elisa is now the one handling Antonio's business? What was he thinking?" "She's been gone for 9 years. I almost thought she's dead" "She's so grown and beautiful"

She narrowed her eyes. “What are you talking about?” I walked to the far corner of the study and opened the drawer of my desk. Inside, a box. Old. Locked. And untouched for years. Until now. I opened it slowly and pulled out an old photograph. A young woman, beautiful, soft-eyed, with that same raven-black hair and fire in her gaze. Lysandra looked over my shoulder. “Who is that?” I smiled coldly. “Her name was Marissa.”

Now that she said her piece and drew the line, she turned to leave. "Wait, please-" his arm hurriedly grabbed her wrist, twitching like he was scared of hurting her. His grab caused the sleeve of her dress to roll up a little, he stared at her wrist, a surprised glint lingering in his eyes as she jerked away from his touch. "That mark..." He said, suddenly uncuffing his shirt and rolling off the sleeve, he outstretched his right arm next to hers, "it's the same as mine." Maria has had that birthmark since forever and she was convinced she was born with it, it looked like a faint tattoo of a fiery sun and has faded even more as she grew older. Why then did he have the same one on his wrist at

He didn’t tear away his eyes at her as if there were just the two of them. “I like the color of your eyes.” He said. “They’re the color of honey.” “Thank you.” She was quite happy. No one had ever praised her for her looks. “By the way, I am Caeruleus. And you?” “My name’s Ellaine.” Now, even she can’t tear her eyes away from Caeruleus. She can hear bells ringing somewhere far away but she didn’t have the time to look away and search for it. Her eyes were fixed on the man in front of her.

They were rival packs and there’s no way they would be together without his parents disapproval. A knock on her study door interrupted her thoughts. “Come in.” She quietly said, helping herself to a glass of tequila. In came Carlos with a wrapped present in his hand. “Happy birthday, alpha.” He said with a smile, carefully placing the present on her desk. “I’m sorry it’s coming late.” He apologized as her birthday was actually the day before. Isabel had totally forgotten about her own birthday because her thoughts were occupied with finding her mate. It was her nineteenth birthday.

I thought this kind of situation only happened at school. “Please sit here.” She pointed to the chair next to Larissa. “I prefer to stand.” “That's fine.” She sat in a chair facing us. “Very good. Larissa came to tell me what happened with you two.” “Who are you?” I asked. “Oh, sorry. My name is Elisa. I'm a psychologist.” “Psychologist?” I asked with raised eyebrows. “Yes.” “You don't want me to apologize to her, do you?” “You don't have to do what you don't want to do.”

Elli asked slowly. He looked down at her for a while before pulling away and pulled out a file from his bedside table. He pulled out some pictures and showed them to her. “The man you see there is Landon Taylor. He is the owner of a fragrance company that Carmela’s been endorsing for quite some time even before we have met,” he explained. “She was a rising model, and she wants the quickest way up. I think you know what I mean.” “She’s been seeing other men aside from you?” Elli asked, aghast.

Goan’s voice was polite but there was no mistaking the coldness in it. “W-Who is t-that?” the matron asked in a dismayed voice. “This is Elise, my apprentice.” “Elise? Who is Elise?” "You don't know? She's Brandon's girlfriend—at least until just a few moments ago. We just found out Brandon is engaged to another woman." "Another woman? Gian, I don't..."