Elissa Patel Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

“Thank you all for coming. As you know, we’re here to settle the matter of Mr. Berretta’s estate and the future of Premise Enterprises.” “What’s the rush, Jordan? We’ve been dying to know more about Berretta’s supposed daughter.” It was Elise Patterson who spoke—a tall, haughty blonde wearing a jacket two sizes too small, revealing a deep cleavage that the rest of the board members had a hard time ignoring. “Supposed?” Antino scoffed, narrowing his eyes “What are you implying, Elise?”

"I'm here for the vacancy of the maid." The lady seemed impressed by the type of shoes on her feet. "You are supposed to resume yesterday." She spoke unfriendly. "Come inside," she added. Elisa and the lady entered the gloriously decorated sitting room and the door was left open. "Who will close the door for you? Your work starts now?" She opened her eyes at Elisa. Elisa went back and gently closed the door and walked back to the lady. This was Loveth, the fiancee of a billionaire named Alex.

"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.

She is clearly competent, her demeanor professional yet friendly, providing a detailed overview of my schedule and the tasks ahead with a confidence that belies her youth. Elise is part of Laura's team, so she is well aware that I am not Verona. Laura's strategy is meticulously plotted, leaving no room for errors. Elise is to act as my assistant, while in fact being the true stylist, her expertise crucial to maintaining the ruse of my role as Verona.

the woman who was having sex with DJ said in a loud voice and made her turn around. "Cliterella..." she walked forward and spoke. "Oh, Mrs Wilson... I never knew you're here," Cliterella spoke calmly, a ghost of a smile in her lips. "I was sleeping with your pet because my husband..." the lady was interrupted by Cliterella herself when she said, "Get up, pet. Get to practice, everybody..." she then turned to the lady and spoke, "You come in my office. I don't want to scare my toys," with that she patted the head of DJ and turned to walk... with Sierra immediately following her and after a second the lady joined them too.

But sad to say, I’m ahead of their plan and I have my own plans too of leading them the wrong way. Good thing if you could still catched them but I’m so sure and rest assured that Dave Alcantara is real quick. They have already traced the exact location and planned the rescue operation to be headed by Marco Gonzalo. Ysabelle Fernandez, is an important guest and one of the official models of F & V Modeling Agency as well as the brand Ambassadress of Elite Organic Shampoo and Conditioner. While Marish Rafique is the lovely wife of Emmerson Rafique, one of the official Elite members.