Romans & histoires Elise Brantley

Her hair was a mess, and her makeup was smudged from crying. She looked terrified, and somehow, still beautiful. "You going to tell me what that was about?" I asked. She finally looked at me, really looked at me, and I saw the moment recognition hit her hard. Of course, who in Verya would not recognize me? My face was all over the magazines, blogs, and there are always rumours about me. "You're Ravien Drayton." "And you're Elise Anderson, event planner for my company's charity gala next month." I gestured to my tablet on the dashboard.

But he doesn't pay attention to you anymore, so you had no choice but to come to me yourself, right? Yasmin circled around her and laughed. "It's useless, Elise. Ever since I went to prison, Blake has been scared out of his wits. He won't stand by your side anymore. If Carlos stops loving you, what do you think will happen to you?" Elise was stunned. She turned her head and glared at Yasmin. "I dare you to try it!" "Alright, watch me." Elise narrowed her eyes and glared at Yasmin. After a moment, she turned around and left.

As I got closer, I noticed a petite Asian girl standing next to the doorway with two suitcases at her feet. Our most recent maid, Elise, had fled back to her home in Brazil because her mother was in the hospital and very ill. We'd only had her for two years, but I learned a lot from Elise in that time. She was fifteen years my senior in her mid-thirties and knew a little bit about everything. She was very intelligent and a great conversationalist. It never developed to more than that, however.

Skylar called as she turned slowly to behold Elise staring at her with a black shawl in her hair, shielding her face. “ What do you want from me?” Skylar asked her after suddenly remembering that she had betrayed Vino's trust in her. “ Do you think I will allow you to have the last laugh? NO, never, Skylar. Not when I'm still alive” Elise told her angrily as she tried to forcibly drag Skylar into the washroom but she wouldn't budge. “ You can't come in here and tell me what to do. I am Skylar Evans. No one can control me” Skylar snapped at her as she tilted her chin to her face challenging her to object her.

She had seen the end of something but not the beginning of it, and what she had seen was Briar's hand and Vivienne's cheek and that was enough. "You stupid pig! You've ruined everything!! Get out!!! " she said. Briar picked up the crushed gift box from the floor. She tucked it under her arm. "You think you’re so smart, Elise," Briar said. Her voice was steady, without the usual stutter. "But you’re just a puppet with closed eyes. Vivienne pulls your strings and you bark whenever she tells you to. It’s sad." Elise stiffened, her face flushing with indignation. "How dare you—"

She's very polite and down to earth, i like her. I patted her shoulder. "Don't worry, you're doing a good job." "Really? Thank you, ma'am! I promise this is going to be constant. I promise that." She said, full of dedication. My heart was touched. "I'll hold on to that." Elise is a skilled woman. She impressed me with her fast hands and flexibility. She's also very trustworthy and customer-oriented. Oh well, my brother's impressing me with his choices huh.

She had initially come to bring Mark some food but she had not been prepared to hear such news. How could that bitch still be alive? And from what she heard; she might have been saved by the legendary alpha Ashton. On the day of the summit, she had been looking forward to seeing the only alpha, at the mention of his name, her heart thumped wildly. But not only had he not shown up, but it was his beta who came to give his half-hearted apology. Lily never imagined that the reason alpha Ashton had not shown up at the meeting was that he was busy tending to the woman, she despised the most.

And who is Elise Montana in his life this time? ---

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach

Just then, a girl, much taller than me appeared next to her, she had short hair, styled in a short side comb, and she was wearing a black tank top and jeans that rode around her hips, honestly, she was dressed like a guy and she looked hot too. "She's the one that you wanted to sit with?" she asked in a grumpy tone. "Yes babe," she grabbed her hand and pulled her down into the chair. "This is Carl." "Carl?" I blurted out, unable to hold back my shock. "Carly really but she likes to be called Carl." Celeste commented. "You got a problem with that?" she asked with the same grumpy tone as before. "No I was just surprised," I extended an arm, "nice to meet you." I smiled.