Elise Brantley 소설 & 이야기

A pyramid of customers bringing friends creates all kinds of different-looking visitors on the floor, and the fattest woman Jamie finds is Elis. Elise is the best friend of Irie Haruka, a beautiful student from Japan who is dating the youngest son of the Whale family, a conglomerate from Malaysia. Elise is an ordinary girl who is friends with Irie, Elise's body is quite big, although she can't be said to be fat like what Sebastian wants. Elise weighs 60 kg with a height of 145 cm, short and chubby. Types of stunted children in toddlers due to lack of nutrition. From her appearance, Jamie was sure that this girl was from the common people. Money sure could silence him.

It was genuine — surprised out of him. “You’re not trying to charm me, are you?” “No.” “Good. Because it’s working.” She didn’t smile back. That night, Elise returned to her bedroom and opened the bottom drawer of her desk. She pulled out a small leather notebook. Not pink. Not monogrammed. Just black, unmarked. She wrote one name at the top of the first page: Elena Cruz And beneath it, a line in ink: Let him believe. Let him want. Let him fall.

“And don't tell me that nothing is going on. I could see it in your eyes, Damon.” I handed it to her without speaking. It was crushed, but I knew that she would open it. Her eyes scanned it. Slowly. Carefully. Then she folded it once and handed it back to me without a word. “Everyone inside the house?” I asked her. “And by everyone, I mean everyone, because we're going to need together our meeting.” “Yes. Isla’s asleep. Delilah and Ethan just got back from the perimeter. Carter and Lysandra are still training underground. Damon, you know that things are not going to end well, but you angering yourself is not going to get you anywhere either.”

Was she here, watching? Elise slipped into the ballroom’s service entrance, her black coat blending with the staff, her eyes locked on Kayla’s emerald dress. The crowd was her cover, the SUV parked a block away, Derek ready. “She’s by the bar,” she texted, her fingers steady. “Wait for my signal.” Her 2023 dream—Justin’s “You’re brilliant, Elise”—was ash; Kayla’s laugh at the Greenwich auction (October 2024), his “You’re perfect,” was a blade. Tonight, Kayla’s life would end.

Ian gestured to her to sit on the couch. Ma’am Elise couldn't stop looking around, taking in the beauty of the office until her gaze fell on the glassy object on the desk. "IAN BRYANT, CEO OF LINT CORP” She gasped in shock and surprise as she look back at Ian who was now standing up from behind the huge desk.

Hearing that, Elisa laughed out loud, "Riche, Britany Santos has money and capital. " Elisa busied herself for the entire day, and after work, she drove to the shopping mall with Britany Santos and her Senior Sister. There was a pretty good vegetarian restaurant in the mall. When she arrived, Britany Santos and her Senior Sister were already there. The two of them seemed to have chatted quite well. Britany Santos waited for Elisa to sit down before saying: "Dr. Elisa, is there anyone who would like to invite people like you? You ask us out, and you arrived last. Aren't you afraid that your Senior Sister and I will end up in an awkward situation? "

I warned. "Pierre, that would be my fault. I am so sorry the pizza is my craving. I was just released from the hospital a few hours ago, and I need to regain my strength. Please forgive me." Rae said as she stood in front of me. Piere looked from her to me and back again. "Alpha, may I inquire as to who this charming young lady is?" Rae blushed as she answered him. "Oh, where are my manners? My name is Virginia Elliot, but all my friends call me Rae, and I am Braxton's mate." She said as she extended her hand towards Pierre with a warm smile on her face.

It was the soundtrack to the worst year of my life. I turned slowly, watching as Elise Campbell—no, Elise Griffin, as she so desperately wanted the world to call her—strutted into the center of the room. She was flanked by two women I recognized from the social circuits of the elite: Chloe and Tinsley, two social climbers who would applaud a house fire if it meant they were invited to the roast. Elise looked exactly the same—perfectly coiffed, dripping in diamonds that I suspected were bought with Elijah’s dwindling funds, and wearing an expression of permanent disdain.

Elise promised confidently with a smile. Elise’s vow to her Belmont Braves cheerleading teammates was not easy but she’d try her best to keep the promise.

She was here to reclaim space that had once been stolen from her. "Natalie Evans. I almost didn’t recognize you," purred Elise Langford, wife of a tech billionaire and queen of the social elite. Natalie offered a cool smile. "Elise. Still hosting Botox brunches and selling insider tips for charity auctions?" Elise stiffened, then forced a laugh. "You haven’t changed." "Oh, I have. You just haven’t caught up yet." As she turned away, Clara appeared at her side, whispering, "He’s watching you."