Elissa Patel Novels & Stories

“You don’t want to say goodbye to Zachery?” Dominic looked at Elissa, who was ready with her big suitcase. The woman was already leaving. Like she said before, she will move on. Starting a new life in a new place, with new people. It will start all over again from scratch. Completely from the start. Elissa wants to heal all her wounds. I’m sure it will take a long time, but it’s okay. She will accept everything that happened to her.

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.”

Hearing his question, Elisa was like an open book and said, “I’m pretty smart. I parked in front of someone’s store and told my bodyguard to come over and drive it back. Then, I stopped someone on an electric bike and came all the way here unhindered.” So that was it. That was how they met. “Zachary, it’s really amazing. I raised my hand to stop a random person, but she turned out to be that ‘unfilial granddaughter’ who went viral on the news recently. Her name is Serenity Hunt. She’s actually quite nice, and we hit it off quite nicely.” Zachary spat in his heart, ‘Elisa is the most famously unruly and contemptuous lady in Wiltspoon, but she actually hit it off with Serenity.’

She was kind and could not even bear to kill a fish. Eliza loved him so much. “We have to avenge Monte,” Madam Patterson said angrily. “We must make her life a living hell.” “It’s not that easy.” Mr. Patterson glared at her. “I’ve looked into Eliza. Not only is she the new president of Neeson Corporation and the major shareholder of Ferra Film Group, but she has also recently become Jewell Corporation’s shareholder. Even Chester can’t go against her.” Monte was puzzled. “This… How can this be? She’s just an ordinary girl. If it weren’t for me, she couldn’t even have joined the entertainment industry.”

And for the first time since entering the building, Yesha felt herself breathe fully. A woman in her forties approached with measured confidence, tablet in hand. Sharp navy suit. Minimal jewelry. Eyes too intelligent to miss anything. “Miss Elaine,” she said. “I’m Celeste Valencia, director of interior development.” Her handshake was firm, professional, and notably free of curiosity. A gift. “It’s nice to meet you,” Yesha replied. “We value competence more than introductions,” Celeste said. “So let’s begin.” Yesha blinked once, then smiled.

"Though I suspect you already knew that, given how quickly you're calculating your next move." I fold the letter carefully. The paper resists creasing along different lines, wants to return to its crumpled shape. "Elena threw this away deliberately?" "With enough force to dent the trash can against the cabinet." Mrs. Patel's voice carries no judgment, just observation delivered with precision. "Said she was done with Victor's manipulations even from the grave. Said dead men don't get to orchestrate her life." "What else did she say?" "That strength isn't the same as survival. That she's tired of being positioned as solution to other people's damage." She finally turns, meets my eyes with the

" She said. It sounded like she knows the woman. "Elise." Loretta stood up from the couch. "Do you know each other?" Cassidy asked as she exchanged confused looks with Ria. "Perhaps, are you Loretta Hill?" Ma’am Elise wanted to be sure. "Yes. Loretta Hill!” Loretta enthused. "Oh my God! Loretta! It is really you!” Ma’am Elise placed her palm on her mouth. "Elise!" Loretta walked closer and they embraced each other.

Nobody backs down as we both glare at each other. But suddenly I get distracted by someone calling him from behind. "Sir, your morning coffee." Rita says cheerfully, with a ten-megawatt smile on her face. I look at her black stilettos, tight pencil skirt, fitting blouse with the first two buttons undone for ventilation. Then I look up to her face, again her lipstick is out of her lips. "Oh, Hi Ethan. How was your first day?" She asks me sweetly while cutely batting her fake eyelashes at me.

Shotz and I exchanged looks. “It’s almost a compliment, I guess,” he muttered. “Do you know who Vlad and Elain are?” I asked, as they both sounded only vaguely familiar. “Yes, I want to hear the actual message,” Zane told the phone. “Vlad works with me in the mine,” he said. “Well, he’s my superior, really.” “Elain DeChapple is an I*******m influencer with about five million followers,” Melissa said. “She focuses on human rights violations.”

"What are you saying, Leila? Why don't you focus on something that can earn you more?" "It's okay, I like it here, ma'am. Everyone treats me right," Leila responded. Elsie noticed her throat tighten at the last sentence and saw her tremble as if reliving a nightmare. In her past life, Leila had become a famous actress within three years. But this Leila seemed terrible at hiding her expressions. Elsie noticed a purple mark hidden under Leila's clothes, and her face tightened in sadness. She pondered, 'Why are you protecting someone who doesn't care about you, Leila?'