Elizabeth Swann Novels & Stories

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

I say holding out my hand, I am very surprised he has brought his wife with him to the dinner, but I am very happy for not being the only woman here. “My pleasure Miss Swan, you are worthy of admiration. You fought so hard for your company and have managed to become a leader among the best technology companies in this continent, my sincere respects.” “Thank you very much,” I take a seat in the designated space for me and then I see Graziani staring at me, “Good evening Mr. Graziani,” I say in a low tone. “Good night Swan, you look very nice when you bathe... I mean... umm...”

Rested a framed photograph. An elderly woman. Elegant. Silver-haired. Smiling gently at the camera. On the bottom of the frame, written in graceful handwriting, were six words. I'll return when it's safe. — Elizabeth Adrian's breathing stopped. His grandmother... Had never written a farewell. She had written a promise. Which meant only one thing. If the photograph was telling the truth... Elizabeth Blackwell had never died. She was still alive. Somewhere. Watching. Waiting. And perhaps... She was the only living person who knew the face behind the title... The Patron.

She glanced at Valentina who was busy admiring the candy jar on the desk. I chuckled. She looked adorable staring at the candies like that. "Anything funny, Mr Marino?" Ms Jones put on a sarcastic smile. My face paled and I shook my head rapidly. She turned back to Valentina who was now trying to open the candy jar. When did she even take it from the desk? Ms Jones frowned. "Ms Echethier, please try to refrain taking things from my desk without permission." Ms Eche-what? Now, how do you pronounce that?

Looking up at the magnificent mansion, she sighs and heads inside. These events always fascinated her, the prestige, the glamour, and elegance. Not that she was self-centred or spoiled. Elizabeth was a fashion designer with her own haute couture fashion house, and events like these always inspired her. She felt like a little kid at Christmas time! “Maybe tonight won’t be so bad...” she thought to herself, then her mind went to ‘landing August Dereon’ and she groaned inwardly.

Elizabeth was wearing a black evening gown as she sauntered over to Hailey smugly. Her green eyes were bright, and her features were gorgeous, but what she said disgusted others. Hailey had a feud with Elizabeth for a long time. At that time, her ankle hurt so much that she did not want to bother about Elizabeth at all. She gave a look to Yonathan who was next to her and he understood tacitly and helped her up. After that, he let her lean onto his body. "You're indeed one of a kind. At first, you hooked with my fiance and now you hook up with the master of the Xavier family. You're really smart in scheming. I admire you so much"

Cox said with a smirk then she called the attention of one of her staff and whispered in her ears, “Get me Lizzie.” Shortly, an attractive looking lady approached them. She was dressed like a slut yet she looked divine, ethereal, immaculate. Mr. Hill couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was shorter than him but had curves in all the right places. Her skin was pale and her hair was long and wavy, falling down to her shoulders in soft waves of blackness. “She’s all yours Mr. Hill, enjoy.” Cox said, “Mike,” She signaled Mike to leave with her leaving Mr. Hill and Lizzie alone.

He had documented every struggle, every moment of hunger, every random stroke of luck Luca had experienced until the moment the Vane Estate became his only option. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? In a way that makes you want to scrub your skin raw.” I spun around, my back hitting a server rack. Elizabeth was standing in the doorway. Her cadet-blue gown was unzipped at the shoulder, her hair slightly disheveled, her eyes dark and unreadable. She didn’t look surprised to find me there. She looked like she had been waiting for me to arrive. “You knew,” I rasped. “You helped him build this.”

That night, because the light was not too bright and the distance between them was too far, Elizabeth could not see her face clearly. Now that they had met again, Elizabeth could clearly see her gorgeous face and how noble she was. She seemed to understand why she had lost. Perhaps, it was not her family background. She might not be able to win even with her beauty. Elizabeth slowly stood up. She knew that she had been recognized, and instead of reminding Shirley of the places where they met and causing a misunderstanding, she might as well confess it herself. Thus, she simply said, "Ms. Pollard, I am the housekeeper of Mr. Marquez. we met before at Mr. Marquez's villa."

Her instincts couldn't accept that Lily and Tony were siblings, although they didn't share blood. Lily gave Elizabeth a warm smile in hopes to disarm the territorial instincts of her sister in law. She couldn't help but feel flattered that the woman saw her as a threat to her claim to Tony. Elisabeth was everything a woman wished she could be. She had thick, dark hair, bright blue eyes, curves in all the right places, a face that would rival any runway model, and lips were made for kissing. "Long time to see. How are you doing?" Elizabeth asked with an only slightly forced smile.