Elizabeth Sturniolo Novels & Stories

he said sternly. Sabrina's eyes turned into a slit as she glowered at Elizabeth. She knew that woman's goal was to get rid of her out of Gabriel’s life. But she could not understand why she had to lie and want to ruin her reputation? To strip her off so she could control her? Pressing her lips, she threw the woman a sharp look. On the other hand, Elizabeth gave her a mocking grin. “That woman is a mistress. Your clients are from the upper class. As we both came from the same circle, we don't like to be involved with people with bad reputations..”

The one she got when she'd uncovered something big. "I found something." Dove pulled up her tablet. "About Liam's mother. Elizabeth Harlow. And it's not what we expected." "Tell me." Mackenzie leaned forward. "Elizabeth wasn't just planning to expose Astor's financial crimes. She was planning to leave him completely. Start a new life. And she wasn't planning to do it alone." Dove pulled up a document. "She was dating someone. It had been about six months before she died." "Who?" "Astor's secretary at the time. A woman named Caroline Martinez." Dove's expression was serious. "Their relationship was serious. Love letters. Plans to move in together. Elizabeth was going to take Liam and start fr

“It’s our first time meeting, Mr. Levi Quimby. Nice to meet you.” “Nice to meet you.” Levi held her hand with slight excitement. “Miss Turner, it looks like you’ve deceived everyone. I just don’t understand why you’re attacking Heather who’s from the same company as you through me? Do you two have a grudge?” “Heather is nothing.” Eliza withdrew her hand and sat on the sofa. Levi handed her a glass of red wine hurriedly. Eliza shook her head. Her pretty eyes seemed bottomless. “My target is Stuart and Felix Media. I also want to make Chester leave the entertainment industry.”

Lorenzo started talking to the sommelier about which wines would be served with dinner, and Mom chatted with the Greco Matriarch. I grabbed the menu and forced myself to focus, but I could feel Stephanie staring from right beside me, and it was getting under my skin. Even if I was a Contracted Omega and not Lorenzo’s Luna, I was still at least a little higher on the ladder than her. “Can I suggest the Alaskan king crab and saffron risotto?” Her voice suddenly sounded way too close to my ear. She leaned in toward me, swirling her wine, and her hand almost brushed my thigh.

The past haunted most people. But not her. For Elizabeth Russo, previously Dante, the past was a trophy shelf of victories. A collection of scars she inflicted, not endured. Because what had she ever truly loved in her entire twisted life? Chaos. Destruction. And the intoxicating thrill of winning. “For years,” she began, her voice soft yet sharp like the stroke of a dagger, “I infiltrated the Dante family and fooled Ronald Dante. I started as a maid, washing their dirty plates, sweeping their marble floors... but look at me now.” A dark smirk twisted her lips. “Foolish man. He couldn’t sense it. And by the time he did…”

ISABELLA'S POV He came back unusually quiet today, I wondered what must have gone wrong with the outing with Chris, he barely replied Mary's greeting so I didnt bother greeting him. I walked silently to my room, I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I had changed, I had grown more Beautiful, fairer and full-cheeked, my hair finally relaxed more than it ever had, Canada hair stylist magic. I picked my phone to surf the internet, I was bored. Scrolling through my I*******m feed, I stumbled across a post from Tyler Perry, advertising his first black series, which he would be producing and directing, The Tyler PERRY'S SISTER'S. It was premiering in Los Angeles, and its first cinema appearance

In fact, Elizabeth had previously reported to her that she was going out today, but Brianna had obviously forgotten about it, so she said, "Mom, I made an appointment to treat a friend to a meal today. I told you about this matter before." Brianna recalled for a bit and seemed to have thought of something, saying, "It seems to be like this, what kind of friend is it? Male or female? Do what?" "The girl is my best friend from high school. She is currently working in Pollard Group." Elizabeth replied. "Elizabeth, Mom does not want to bother with you, but you have to remember your current identity. You are not the Elizabeth of the past, you are now the wife of our Marquez family, and every sing

I sighed in relief this would at least give us a temporary fix. "But you need to know, Elizabeth has a fairly powerful witch in her pocket as well. Her name is Helen, and she has been practically attached at the hip to Elizabeth for 300 years. It won't take her long to take down any barriers I put up." Esther stated and I could sense some venom in her voice as she said the name Helen, I'm guessing they weren't on good terms. Shit if the other witch could take down the spell it wasn't the fix, I was hoping for but at least it would give us a little more warning. "I understand" I blew some air out disappointed "but it's better than nothing."

He noticed that the way he noticed everything else. Catalogued it. Filed it away. Rich girl. The kind of wealth that never needed to announce itself because it was stitched into every detail. He kept those observations exactly where they belonged. Away from his face. One of Tiziana's assistants placed a folder on the table. "The flight is on me," Tiziana said. "You don't need to repay it." Nico opened the folder. The first page contained a summary. Celeste Moretti. Age twenty six. Researcher at Vitale Group International's R&D.

“Why did you take him from me? Why can’t you listen? You should have stayed in that damn place and die with that rogue beast. Why do you have to steal Max? I should be the Luna. I suit that position more than you, Eli- fucking- zabeth.” I was expecting to see her trembling just like what she did in the past. Yet, Elizabeth still had the nerve to wear a smile. Amusement and irritation were dancing across her green eyes. I shot daggers at her, but she did not bother. And instead, Elizabeth came closer and whispered her answer. “Who knows? Maybe Max grew tired of your body. Didn’t you sell your body to him just because you were obsessed with stealing what’s mine?” “W-What did you say?”