Elle Hayes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"James Carrington. He's Kingsley Corp." "I know who he is," Hayes says. "How long has that been—" "Jaxon." Hayes sets down his water glass with the patience of a man who has had variations of this conversation before and intends to have it properly. "What exactly are you asking me?" I say nothing. "Because if you're asking whether she's moved on," Hayes continues, "the answer is that she has had five years to do so and is a grown woman who does not require your permission. And if you're asking whether it bothers you—"

Now I wondered if it had been the stillness of someone who had already decided to disappear. I closed the laptop. The silence in my apartment pressed in. After a moment, I opened it again. I told myself I was only curious. I typed her name into the search bar. Bella Hayes. The results appeared — old press mentions from Hayes Conglomerates events, the same gala photograph in a few outlets, a brief society column from two years ago that referred to her as “wife of CEO Ethan Hayes, formerly of the Adkins family.” Formerly of the Adkins family.

She looked around and found Adam Steve standing there with the manager they had met before. Abria glanced at Hailey, who was engrossed in a conversation with the person about to give the presentation. She turned her gaze back to Adam and her breath hitched when she realized why he was here. He was here for Hailey. Hailey, despite her rude and arrogant demeanor, was undeniably stunning. She had waist-length hair, usually tied in a bun and rosy pink skin that needed no makeup. Her big black eyelashes contrasted beautifully with her dark brown eyes. Her features were striking, with high cheekbones and a delicate jawline. Her poised and confident presence commanded attention, making her a force

Hayes was the first to emerge from his stupor, a devilish smirk spreading across his lips, making my skin crawl with unease. "We share a mate, brother," he said, his rough voice oozing contempt as he stalked toward me. Every step of his was swift and graceful yet heavy with menace. Zylon remained rooted in place, his piercing blue eyes, usually so cold and sad, locked onto me. I could have sworn there was a flicker of sadness in them, a haunting contrast to his brother's disdainful expressions. Without warning, Hayes connected his grip on my shoulder, his nails digging painfully into my skin, and shoved me against the cold, unyielding wall.

★。＼｜／。★ VANESSA DAVIS ★。／｜＼。★ /One Year Later/ I’d never seen the farm look like this. Silver Ridge had always been beautiful—rolling pastures, wide skies, that big oak tree out near the lake that had witnessed more confessions and heartbreaks than most churches—but today? Today, it looked like something out of a dream I hadn’t let myself have until Colton Hayes fell into my life like a damn wildfire.

It was our third. The first had been that night at the restaurant, my very first outing with Tristan where he'd introduced her to me then… as his wife. Now I understand why she seems so familiar. “Liora,” I answered, keeping my tone even. She raised a brow. “Liora…?” I exhaled softly. “Hayes. But it’s Cole now.” Her expression shifted. Eyes widening slightly like something just clicked. “Wait, Hayes?” she said slowly. “As in the Hayes that went down five years ago for… what was it again? A scandal, right?”

He nodded slowly. “Yes. Orrin Hayes. The son of David Hayes, who was the CEO of the HY group back then. That’s the Hayes family I’m talking about.” I actually laughed, though it was bitter, cracked, nothing like amusement. “No… no, that’s… that’s insane.” My hand gripped the edge of the table. “You’re telling me that the same man who is practically America’s sweetheart billionaire right now is connected to that fire? That he… that he caused it?”

I was worried they wouldn't get any sleep since I could hear they still talking in the room for a while. "Yeah, I did," Mae replies. "Morning Victoria." They walk over and join me taking their seat quietly as an image on the television catches my attention, "could you turn the volume up Victoria?" "Yes Sir," she nods, reaches for the remote on the table, and quickly increases the volume on the TV. "Breaking news," the news reporter begins, "The renowned billionaire, Mr. Robert Hayes, has been formally arrested and charged with multiple counts of sexual assault, including the rape of Lily Winchester, the daughter of the owner of Rose Tech who died with his wife in a fatal accident some years

I hadn’t dealt with that bastard Julian yet so how could I die first? “How did you get here?” I asked. “You weren’t familiar with the area. Driving all over… really brave of you.” “There is a driver.” “Where is your driver?” Hayes glanced at me, indifferent. “I think it’s best no third party sees your face. Avoid embarrassment later.” I gritted my teeth. “Should I thank you for your consideration?” “Unnecessary.” I smirked. “Hayes… are you single?” For a moment, he looked taken aback, then calmly said, “Yes.”

Tyler asked joking around. “Not everyone who sees a shrink is crazy Ty,” I said and started to head inside the building. That’s when I heard her voice. Kennedy Jones the school’s most feared female. The perfect queen for a king. Head cheerleader, Straight A student, and very popular. Not to mention hot as hell. Also a total bitch and my girlfriend. She came running over to me and hugged me. “Morning babe,” I said to her, and then her group of minions came running up, and off she went.