Novel & Cerita Jentzen And Elliana

"I am the one who runs this part of town. Mendoza crossed the line so now he is dead. If you double-cross me you will die too. Do we have an understanding?" I pressed send and there was an immediate response. ”I understand, you had to do what you had to. May I know the name of the man I am dealing with now." I typed my reply. ”Jensen, Jensen Daniels. I will be in contact." I put the phone away and sat at my desk and sipped on my drink. I took a deep breath and laid my head back, what a day.

I returned his smile, massaging my stomach as guilt ate up my heart. “Yes…just like his father,” I muttered. I sighed, seeing the curiosity in his eyes had washed away. My ears still hung in the air waiting to hear Killian call my name. This was going to be the first night he would leave without us watching the moon together. I watched as Vernon’s smile and happiness grew as he massaged my belly. Lillian’s words rang loud and clear in my ear—we have tonnage Vernon out. It now seemed more imoossibl than I thought. What if Vernon finds out?

Elena was in the kitchen with Brianna, they were making sure they'd gotten everything right because the centenary anniversary was in three days and they needed to make a name for the restaurant. She brought Gabriella along, not because she didn't trust Jessica but because firstly, she wanted to spend time with her and secondly, she was scared of what Josh would do to her sister. " And the tomatoes? Make sure they're delivered in two days. I don't want any mistakes" she said and washed her hands before bending to Gabriella. " And you my princess, what do you want to have for lunch?" She asked.

I know they are observing me like I'm their prey which makes my heart strikes faster. As if Eren understands my fright, his hand slides down my arm and takes my hand in his. I then feel how sweaty is his hand. He is scared too, but he is still trying to comfort and protect me. I need to be courageous too. I can't make him feel more down. "E-Ethan." Eren finally pronounces, meeting the eyes of the taller man with curly dirty dark hair. His eyes then move to the other bald one. "Evan." "And Elias." He says lastly to the man with a lizard haircut.

She tilted her head as a gesture to get reply from Mr. Faven, her father. But he was, too, shocked to say anything, his eyes slowly turned toward Cory, whose jaws were dropped in shock. “How can you do that, Elin?” she questioned her ignoring Mr. Faven questionable stare toward her. “Why? What’s wrong with this?” Elin shrugged her shoulder and raised her eyebrows. Impersonator? For a second Cory wondered whether someone else was in front if her and not Elin. The mean Elin, who only cared about getting what she wants was thinking about orphanage children, what was she up, too?

“I know you two were working together. So it’s impossible for both of you to not know who you’re working for, right?” Julian breathed heavily, eyes wide with panic. He looked truly cornered now. “I truly don't know,” he whispered, voice breaking. “I swear. Yes, Elena and I… we have history-” “History.” Elian snorted. The room fell silent except for Julian’s heavy breathing. Elian stared at him for a long moment, that dangerous smile slowly returning to his face. He stood up and glanced at Dex, the two of them sharing a look that said everything without words.

"This is the official relaunch of Renaissance. The whole world is watching. Everyone wants to know if the 'Scandalous Mrs. Thorne' can actually run a company." Lucian walked over, standing behind her. He met her eyes in the mirror, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Let them watch," Lucian whispered against her ear. "Tonight isn't about the scandal. It’s about you. You’re the Queen, Elara. I’m just the arm candy." Elara laughed, the tension breaking. "The great Lucian Thorne, reduced to a trophy husband?" "For you?" He kissed her neck. "Gladly." The Metropolitan Museum of Art – 8:00 PM

Their dysfunction was larger than anything I had ever witnessed. Back in the private dining room, the air felt colder and thinner. Sebastian and Luca sat across from each other, identical eyes locked in mutual irritation, two storms held together by the thinnest thread of family obligation. The silence dragged. Luca forced a smile—the kind that didn’t reach his eyes. “So… Eleanor studied computer science,” he announced stiffly, as if small talk could glue over the gaping fracture. Sebastian’s gaze slid to me. A flicker of genuine surprise crossed his features.

Celine walked in with a faint smile, dressed in a pale pink gown that clashed sharply with the room’s cold atmosphere. Liam didn’t turn around. “You came without permission.” “This is your office, not a prison,” Celine replied lightly. “I’m just surprised. It’s been two months, and you’re still obsessed with a woman who left without looking back.” “She didn’t leave,” Liam said coldly. “She’s just lost.” Celine raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?” Liam turned to her, his gaze sharp. “Elara is used to being protected. She’s never made a major decision on her own. Sooner or later, she’ll run out of money, run out of courage—and then she’ll come back.”

Wenzell, who is acquainted with Elliana through her husband Marko, has brought me here today, as this is where Elliana is known to frequent, likely due to her business interests. “I’ll get Elliana here. I will introduce you to him so you stay here and wait for us.” I nodded at Wenzell and watched him walk away until I could no longer see him. I patiently await their return. During Wenzell's absence, I found myself engaged in conversation with some gentlemen who introduced themselves. One of them, who appeared a few years older than me, complimented me on my appearance and suggested I could leave Wenzell and be with him, promising a life of luxury and fulfillment. I responded with a polite sm