Eva Lord Ts Mga Nobela at Kwento

I forwarded it to Eva with a message. "The world knows you have claimed me now. So I am never letting you go 🥰. -D"

Chapter 80 Elena blinked in shock. “That is correct right? You’re technically still married to David Windsor?” “Yeah yeah,” she caught herself and cleared her throat. “On paper, yes I would guess so considering our marriage was never dissolved. But in all honesty, the marriage ended long before he decided to kill me,” “And there you have it guys. A live confessional of Tamara Caraballi, oh sorry. Elena Windsor’s life. Such a story and what really stood out for me was she was able to create the two biggest most influential companies in the beauty industry. Isn't that badass?”

I asked her, moving as swiftly as possible to the wardrobe to grab my clothes for work. "Eva, I researched Jasper Tech last night, and I found out that it's owned by the billionaire CEO, Ethan Owen. Are you working for Mr. Owen?" Elora asked, her voice cold. I froze and turned to face her. Meeting her angry eyes, I shrugged and smiled. "Yes. What's wrong with working for him?" I asked innocently, and Elora's gaze darkened. "Are you aware that Ethan is engaged to Freya Dallas? You cannot hook up with him," she said, as if I went about hooking up with every hot bachelor in Dominic City.

Kaelan asked. “His office,” Elara said. “Where it started.” The engagement party felt like a lifetime ago. The girl who’d been shattered by a look was gone. In her place was a woman carrying a bomb made of blood and paper. Vanderbilt Tower loomed, a spike of glass and arrogance piercing the sky. They bypassed the lobby, using Kaelan’s still-active executive keycard for the private garage elevator. The ride up was silent. The doors opened directly into Charles Vanderbilt’s private reception room, empty at this hour.

“How is this possible—” “Long time no see, Mr. Vane,” Elena interrupted calmly. Her voice was composed and formal, completely devoid of any trace of the past. “Elena, I’m sorry. We need to talk.” Charlie reached for her wrist, guilt suddenly crashing heavily against his chest. With a graceful yet powerful movement, Elena brushed his hand away before he could touch her skin. Her gaze sharpened like a blade. “Mind your manners,” Elena said in a low voice. “I’m here as the CEO of Aethel Corp, the major shareholder of your subsidiary company. Not as a servant from your household.”

“You are exhausted and hungry. At least that's what Mr Elvis said after talking to Doctor Ricky." "Elvis?" muttered Avelyn questioningly. She really hoped that her brain had information about Elvis, but unfortunately her brain did not have any information about Elvis. "May I know what his full name is?" “Elvis Taylor. Do you know Mr. Elvis? He is the owner of a retail chain in LA."

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is Evangeline Rose, the claimed omega of Alpha Prince Zedkiel Vilkas." If the room was silent before… it just dropped even further, the sound of my own heart thudded loudly in my ear…

If only he had known to pester her to divulge earlier, then he would have been able to avert the clash and disaster that was coming. Eva was dressed in a simple black dress and had definitely no makeup on, which made her mother scrunch up her face so much in disapproval even if that wouldn't change her mind. Eleanor had waltzed down the stairs in an emerald green designer dress that was announced at the fashion week the previous day. Greatly emphasizing their family's enormous wealth was a must.

his breath was hot against my ear as embarrassment swallowed me whole. “I’m going to kill you,” I gritted out, directed at Tessa. “I’m incredibly happy that my brother has found his mate. Despite the rumors swirling around, she is not my mate, and I am still actively looking for her. Wherever she is, I can’t wait to meet her, love her, and cherish her as a mate should,” Tessa repeated his words back in the most pathetic Valtarian accent, “To all the ladies who had a moment of disappointment, there is still hope. Elliot Lakin, future King of Valtarin, is still on the market,” Tessa repeated the reporter's words as heat filled my entire body.

“They said... the brand needs to protect its public trust. And lately, the rumors about content manipulation and sabotage against competitors have made them uncomfortable.” Selena gave a thin smile. “Funny. They know exactly who they’re dealing with.” Tasha swallowed hard. She wanted to say something, but she knew—one wrong word could ignite Selena’s fury. Selena set her cup down slowly, then stood and walked to the window. Her arms folded, eyes fixed blankly on the street below. “How’s Evelyn today?” she asked suddenly. Tasha unlocked her phone. “She’s just been announced as one of the keynote speakers at Women Reclaiming Voices—a government-sponsored social campaign.”