Guess Ella Novels & Stories

I murmured “Yes.” She nodded. “Ella skipped two assessments, and the one she wrote…” She continued, pausing mid-sentence. “I know.” I cut in. “It was twenty-two percent, ai guess.” “You were informed already.” She blinked slightly. “Yeah.” I said, looking away from her briefly. “I'm saying Ella doesn't fear failure. She believes disappointment can be bought away with gifts, influence, and excuses.” She said. I swallowed hard just then, my jaw clenching tight… “And the grade?”

she yelled and I chuckled internally what a psycho girl. Okay Melissa, that's your name right? And she nodded. "What are you doing here" I asked her yet again and she brought out a picture from her hair and showed it to me. I quickly snatched it seeing that it was the picture that fell into the beach the other day. "Where did you get this from I asked her and she smiled, her smile is so mesmerizing and addictive. "In my home at Atlantica" she said and I shrugged and dropped it on the couch.

Today was the day that Kelsey dreaded the most. Ella was at the penthouse once again with a rack of gowns delivered. She was preparing Kelsey for the night and helping her out with the guest lists again. "Okay, who is this?" Ella asked showing a picture of a woman with fiercer look. She had a brunette hair, golden brown eyes, and pouty lips. She looked like she was in her mid-thirties.

They are all too anxious to see the result of their hard work on Ella. After a few minutes, Ella came out unrecognizable. She looks stunningly beautiful without the grease in her body and the thick glasses that is covering her beautiful big brown eyes. The midnight blue gown matches her fair complexion. Ella's cleavage showed off elegantly with the gown's plunging neckline. Her boobs appear to be two times larger due to the boob padding just enough to get everyone's attention at the party.

Or when it will all come tumbling down. I moved back to the bed to count out my money, watching the door and keeping my ears pricked for any sound. Ella has been acting strange these last couple of days, not that she ever liked me before, but lately, she doesn't even try to hide it. Just another fool under Gia's spell. Another traitor who only likes her because of her parentage because she came from some lofty family on her mother's side.

I scoffed as Ella raised her brows. “Wait, she’s hot?!” Ella asked in shock as I nodded. “Unbelievable.” “She’s taller too and she seems to have great taste in bag. Not so much in fashion with that ugly jacket and denim trouser but she knows what she’s wearing. She knows her stuff. She might also be richer. She is a CEO of a company. And I don’t have…” I have a fake cry before cleaning my tears as they cuddled around me with words of encouragement.

He gives William one last look before exiting the room. ¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥ Ella runs a fashion designing company called, ELLA'S LUXURY. Most of her clients are celebrities and her products are also sold outside the country. Although most of the money she uses in financing her business is her father's but she's also talented and knows very how the right designs to produce. She works very hard and most times end up overworking herself. Since her husband does not always there for her, she either drowns herself in alcohol or her job.

Ken was just moaning as she did whatever it was that she was doing, enjoying himself. I could hear Esther's muffled laughter in the video, so excited. Nothing mattered more to her than a spicy gossip. “ Gosh, I still can't believe what I'm seeing”, Matilda typed. “ Same here. Are you sure this video isn't edited? Or are we sure enough that the girl there is the real Ella? It might be her doppelganger, you can never know”, I replied with a laughing emoji. “ It is her, and trust me, this is not the first time she's doing something like this”, Esther replied.

Previously, the media had been playing tricks on them, but in the end, they had let it go. Even if people in the outside world believed that Edward had a daughter, they would only think that this daughter belonged to Edward and Jasmine. After all, Ellena gave birth to Elaine quietly overseas three years ago and it had not been reported by any media. Ellena noticed Madeline's gaze and moved to the side to block Elaine. Madeline looked up with some surprise in her eyes, "She is..." Ellena frowned and a cold glint flashed in her eyes. She forced back the words that Madeline did not say later.

“Shouldn't we wait for the hosts to come here before we start throwing around accusations?” Nuella’s eyes gleamed with cruel triumph as she went on, her voice carrying perfectly over the growing crowd, “You all know ELLA, don’t you? The elusive genius in programming who shocked the world with breakthroughs no one else could match. The one who never revealed her face, the one shrouded in mystery. But tonight?” She sneered, her lip curling, “This nobody is pretending to be her. An impostor wearing stolen shoes.” The murmurs turned sharp, slicing.