Elise Brantley の小説・ストーリー

I took one and thanked her quietly. Finally, the door near the back of the lobby opened, and a woman stepped out. She was stunning. Tall, confident, dressed in a flowy burnt orange blouse tucked into black wide-leg trousers. Her skin glowed under the lights, and her makeup was soft and elegant. She walked like she knew where she was going and wasn’t in a hurry. “Elise Wright,” she introduced herself. “Design team lead. I’ll be calling you in one by one.” She looked at her clipboard, then called out, “Siena Blake?”

"And we are very happy. Elise, what are you doing in Gstaad? I thought you were running your father’s shipping empire in Monaco." "Oh, I am," Elise flipped her hair. "I’m CEO now. We just merged with the Greek consortium. I made Forbes '30 Under 30' again. But I needed a break. I’m here for the season." She stepped closer, invading my personal space. "You know, Cole, I always thought we would end up running the world together. Remember that summer on the yacht? You promised you’d never marry anyone who couldn't keep up with you intellectually." She glanced at Sabrina again, a smirk playing on her lips. "I assume she has... other talents?"

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..."

Jackson said. Elise? The name sounded oddly familiar. A strange sense of familiarity mixed with danger surrounded his head. "I heard that she returned to Massachusetts and took back the reins of her company. Now she's the general manager of it. She even started her own company and is now looking for investors and collaborators," "Elise King? She's the one who won the project?" Kayden asked. "Yes, sir." "As long as they haven't signed the contract with Elijah Hamilton, there's still a chance. Let's go to Massachusetts,"

I was about talking when Anita came over. "Hmm...What's going on here?" she asked Lexy putting her hand on lexy's shoulder. "Kelsi here is the daughter of our maid that was sent out of the house last month...." Lexy replied her, looking at me with disgust, ".... And she had the guts to lie to me, telling me her dad is abroad overseeing his business there" I felt ashamed of myself that moment. "Wait! What?" Now the whispering coming frim every corner was getting louder, some of the class mate were covering their mouth in shock, including Anita.

Honesty was her only option now. “Really? Whose party?” Felix asked, curiosity slipping into his tone. “Elise Northway. She’s a new student on campus, a transfer from America. I… used to be friends with her.” Felix noticed the sudden drop in her tone when she mentioned that name. He could sense there was more beneath her calm voice, so he decided to nudge gently instead of press. “And what happened between you and this Elise?” “She betrayed me,” Nelsy answered softly—with your brother. But that last part never left her lips. She wasn’t ready to tell Felix the full truth yet.

Before I could answer, the door opened. Grey walked in, looking as perfect and cold as ever. That suit he wore might as well have been armor. Behind him, a woman followed—tall, reed-thin, and dressed like someone who read fashion magazines and took every page as gospel. She had a clipboard and a smile so polished I was tempted to throw something at it. “This is Elise,” Grey said without preamble. “She’ll be working with you until the dinner this weekend.” I blinked. “Working with me?”

"And I almost didn't make it out." Serena's blood ran cold. The woman stepped back, inviting her in. And as Serena entered, she realized this was the beginning of something much bigger than fake headlines or staged relationships. She was in the midst of a game she hadn't even known had started. The woman's name was Elise. She wore a loose blouse and linen pants. Her eyes darted to the windows often, as if expecting someone to be watching. "I don't have much time," Elise said, drawing the blinds as she spoke.

"Elise, stop with the act and get out of my building." People in the crowd had already started livestreaming the scene. I could hear bystanders muttering around me. "The Sanches heiress is somebody's side piece? Unbelievable." "And she's making the pregnant wife kneel? That's just evil." I pried Elise off me and called Gavin. "Get here right now and take Elise away, or I swear you'll regret it." Gavin rushed over. Elise was still on the ground, clutching her daughter and sobbing uncontrollably. He knelt beside her and gently helped her to her feet, his face full of tenderness.

He tried to get on to his feet, wincing in pain as he did so. Isabelle did not appear to be fazed by this new turn of events. Her face twisted into a sneer. “So, Oswald, do you want to show me what you’re made of?” David stepped inside. “What have you done to her?” “Isabelle has become a member of the Brethren!” Belinda was aware of movement behind her and she twisted round to see the bar emptying through the back door with the entrance of David Oswald. Isabelle seemed to notice this too and she laughed. “They might be scared of you, Oswald, but I’m not!”