Elissa Patel Novels & Stories

“Williams just got himself another meeting with him, and we can’t let this partnership happen.” Mia looked up, her fingers still flying over the keys. “Already on it, Allison. Patel’s an interesting character.” Jake joined in, bringing up a detailed profile on the screen. “Rajesh Patel, 45, self-made billionaire from Mumbai. Likes the nightlife, enjoys clubbing, and has a particular fondness for confident, beautiful women. He's also a stickler for punctuality and hates dishonesty.” Mia chimed in, “He frequents a high-end club downtown whenever he’s in a new city. Loves the attention but can be quite discerning about who he spends his time with.”

Emma chipped in. Eve turned towards the two womaen asking her the same question repeatedly and yelled angryly. “I said i don't know. What else do you want me to say? I came alone.”and again, Her hands played with her earrings. “Fine then.”Emma voice potrayed wrath, “Then i won't hesitate to show you that you're nothing but a dog used by the organization.” She picked her phone, dialed a number and the person picked at the first ring.

I gave him a small smile. “Good morning, everyone. Please let's take our seats.” I sat down, trying to read their expressions, wondering what this hostility was about. "What can I do for you?" I asked. Mrs. Patel spoke up first. "Elinna, we've recently come across some news about your personal life. I think that news shook the nation and you must know what I'm talking about." How could I not? I was reminded of it everyday I felt a knot form in my stomach as I realized where this might be heading. "Yes? What is the matter with it?”

POV: PATRIK I patiently waited until Elisabeth's body completely relaxed, surrendering to deep sleep. I've always admired her strong personality and innate talent, which have impressed me since our first meeting during her interview at the company. Her exceptional professional trajectory was just part of the fascination; her insightful gaze into the future also earned my admiration.

“The police who you claim to be doing things for me are simply carrying out their duties. If I want to use my power to act against you, you’d have already died in the police station. Do you honestly think you can still crawl out?” “York, stop talking nonsense!” Elisa did not intend to listen to Harvey’s words. Instead, she strutted to Harvey in her high heels and looked down at him. She then said indifferently, “Prince Patel is my old acquaintance. Mr. Chambers is my friend. Although Fred is a filmmaker, he isn’t a small figure either…” “He’s a young man from the Hengdian World Studios...” Elisa seemed to have noticed that she made a slip up. Her pretty face blushed slightly. She quickly ame

But still, Beirut was vast. Elissa sighed. She was running out of ways. Yesterday, before she flew from Malaysia, she should have contacted Edgar first. If not for her high prestige, Elissa would have done so. Elissa did not want Edgar to think that Elissa missed him. It would be better if they met directly. And because of her prestige, Elissa forgot the most crucial detail. She needed to find out where Edgar worked. "There is no other choice," Elissa concluded. The woman dialled Fritz's number, which she called Pinky Psychopath. She was about to call him.

As she swirled her drink absentmindedly, lost in thoughts about what made these people so effortlessly confident, a soft but pointed voice broke through her daze. "So… are you close friends with Reiner, or…?" Elise flinched. Her eyes snapped to the woman standing beside her—Padma, looking like a living marble statue in her sleek black dress. Her hair was immaculately styled, a delicate diamond necklace adorning her slender neck. "I…" She hesitated, unsure how to explain her presence here. Padma raised an eyebrow, as if growing impatient with the lack of response. "Huh. But that seems… unlikely."

The woman he called as Ellisia, had this hardened expression after she heard Kyro's screaming. Her eyes glinted when she turn to look at my parents and back to me. She slowly walk up her way towards me. "Ellisia!" Kyro's voice is sending her warning but Ellisia was not even showing any sign of being afraid. "Why so protective? I won't do anything bad to her." She said in a hoarse and monotone voice. Slowly, her footsteps were getting closer and closer. Then, she stopped, in front of me. "Selena? Selena Hemsworth. Am I right?"

“ Puaaaaaahhhh ” Isabella spat rinsing her mouth for the third time . She wondered why she threw up in quick successions , her head literally felt heavy . She could not feel her taste buds also . Everything tasted bitter and even her perfume smelt awful . Untying her robe , she slips into a teal green pant trouser and white silk stylish shirt. She tuck in her shirts putting the pants in place . She grabbed her brown six inch block heels and brown bag . She removed her hair bonnet revealing her already styled hair . She already had her make-up done, she only re-applied her favourite red lipstick smacking both lips together to get her perfect look .

filled the air. Miss Felice, stood by ensuring the proceedings remained orderly. "Next!" Eleanor declared, waving a hand in the air. A petite designer, Madame Patel, scurried forward, unfolding a resplendent satin gown. "This one, Miss Eleanor, will make you the epitome of sophistication," Madame Patel promised. Eleanor's gaze lingered, her expression critical. "I want more drama," she declared, and I scoffed. I for one knew she was going to make these designers sweat and cry blood before she finally picks a dress. Been there, done that. Eleanor was a hard woman to please.