Novel & Cerita Elizabeth Carruthers

“What are you doing, treating him with caution? How dare he be so rude to you?” “I brought someone better. This is Elizabeth Fairchild. The second daughter of Dante Fairchild. She recently completed her schooling in New York and is now a certified surgeon.” The woman went on to introduce Elizabeth proudly, totally ignoring his remark. Taking another look at the beautiful Elizabeth, her proud smile only broadened the more. Yes, this was someone she'd love to have as a daughter-in-law, not a person like Taylor who ran away from home, refused to complete any higher form of education and instead went to acting school.

Carlos was lying on the floor in sheer pains while Isabel circled around him. “From henceforth, Carlos is stripped of his title… He is to vacate his place of residence before sunset today.” She unapologetically dug her heels deep into his torn skin, earning a heart breaking scream from Carlos. Satisfied with the punishment she has inflicted on her subordinate, Isabel vanished without a trace.

The doorbell rang. Chantelle froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She heard her cousin Isabella get up to open the door. She couldn't hear what was being said, but she heard the sound of someone else coming into the house. After a few moments, her uncle came back into the kitchen, followed by his wife. "Chantelle," Rosemary her uncle's wife called out. "Yes ma" She answered."

"Gets better. I talked to the social worker who handled Elizabeth's daughter after she died. The kid was placed in foster care, but the file was sealed. Guess who requested the seal?" "Alexander Richie." "Give the man a prize." I stood up and walked to my bulletin board. Photos of women stared back at me - all with dark hair, pale skin, green eyes. All looking like they could be sisters. "He has a type. Very specific type." Mills joined me at the board. "They all look like..." "Like Emily Carter. Yeah." I pointed to the timeline I'd drawn. "But here's the thing that's been bugging me. Look at the dates."

The large panoramic windows and the view of having the entire New York City right in our living room was one of the reasons why mom loved this penthouse and why I couldn't resist purchasing it. "What are you making?" I ask gently placing a kiss on her forehead. "I saw a new sweater pattern and decided to give it a try." She chuckles. Elizabeth Carter is the most beautiful woman in the world. Her light grey eyes compliment her dark mocha brown hair which is neatly tucked in a bun as I have always seen growing up. Her deep laugh lines around her eyes and lips speak of happy and sad memories and experiences, making her ever more beautiful. But what makes her stand out from other women is her st

Caroline speaks as if she can read my mind. “No, this would do.” I say, at the same time a much older woman with thinning grey hair and pale blue eyes pushes the door open. Caroline quickly steps forward to make quick introductions and give a quick summary of our encounter. “Hello dear.” The old woman croons, her tone gentle and kind. “I am Elizabeth, it's a pleasure to meet you.” She stretches her hand very much like Caroline did, and I look at her hands and gulp hard. Caroline laughs politely. “I don't think she's very open to handshakes or physical touch in general.”

Personality Description: Dominant, Perfectionist, hardworking, reliable, thoughtful, resourceful, jealous, Family: Raphael Lockwood (father), Olivia Lockwood (stepmother), Isabella Smith (Tammy - mother deceased), Gabriel Lockwood (older brother), Amelia Lockwood (younger sister) Friends: Logan Carter (best friend), Carina Peters (best friend) Elisabeth Walsh Age: 27 Job: Primary school teacher Physical Description: long wavy red hair, grey almond-shaped eyes, thin nose, heart full shaped lips, heart-shaped face. 5’5ft tall, curvy body. Personality Description: caring, enigmatic, empathic, persistent, adventurous, creative, Family: Daniel Walsh (father), Aria Walsh (mother) Friends: Stacey C

Alive. "This is Elizabeth Harlow. A mother. A paralegal. A woman who wanted to do the right thing by reporting the crimes she'd discovered. And she died for it. Killed by a man who valued his empire more than human life." He set down Elizabeth's photo. Picked up Caroline's. "This is Caroline Martinez. A secretary. A woman in love. A woman planning a future with Elizabeth and Elizabeth's son. And she died for it too. Shot in her car three weeks after Elizabeth's death because Astor Sinclair couldn't tolerate losing."