Katherine And Elena 소설 & 이야기

She releases me from the hug and examines me from head to toe with a genuine smile on her face. “Hello, I am Elizabeth but you can call me Liz. I am Lorenzo’s mother. I am so happy to meet you. He has never brought a girl home before.” She looks at Enzo, “Son, I can see your father was not lying when he said you brought a lady home. I am so happy. This means there is hope of you getting married one day, after all.” Elizabeth says. “Hi, my name is Katherine, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I am honoured to be in your house.” I say to the lovely lady in front of me with a smile on my face.

His scent tells me he is still grieving the loss of his mother and sister. “I didn’t know,” Katherine mumbles. She sounds embarrassed. Elena covers his left hand with her right palm. “Some things are best left in the past, where they belong.” She isn’t wrong. “Feel free to visit anytime,” I tell Elena. Before they leave, I exchange numbers with Elena and her team. I watch as the SUV disappears into the night. Elena is a very interesting female. Strong, stubborn, and maybe a little proud. And a very skillful bounty hunter. If not for her help, the entire Rogue Pack would have been killed.

"He's possessive, and controlling, and overprotective. But he's also... he's my safe place." Katherine walked over, tapping a spoon against her glass. "Speech!" Damien shouted from the bar. The room quieted down. Katherine stood in the center, looking a little teary-eyed. "I’m not going to cry," she started, immediately tearing up. "Okay, maybe a little. I’ve known Eliana since we were fetching coffee for tyrants in midtown. I’ve seen her through bad breakups, bad haircuts, and that one phase where she thought she could pull off a fedora."

"It's fine, Scarlett. People can look alike, I suppose." I nodded, still trying to wrap my head around the situation, and pulled Katherine into a hug. My mind was reeling with the revelation that Elena had a doppelganger.

“I’m sure you must be hungry after all that stress. Let me get us some food from the kitchen. You need something in your stomach.” Elena nodded weakly as Maya disappeared into the kitchen. Alone on the couch, she stared at her phone, the screen lighting up with Godfrey’s polite reply accepting the postponement and suggesting they meet the following day instead. Elena hovered her thumb over the keyboard, wondering if she should message him again. Or return to the Exchange tonight and face Soren’s next game. But no matter how she thought about it, no clear answer came to her mind. Maya returned with a tray of food, simple ham sandwiches, fresh coffee, and a bowl of fruit.

West, however, seemed completely unaffected by the tension around him. His entire focus remained on Lucas. “Grandfather, this is Elena. She's a child psychologist, and Nora’s nanny. She has been really helpful with Nora’s condition, and the sole reason why Nora is here tonight.” Dominic defended me. “Really? Oh wow!” He was amused, then his eyes quickly found Lucas again. “What did you say your name was again?” he asked warmly. “Lucas Hart,” Lucas repeated proudly. “And this must be my little princess.” The old man chuckled softly before glancing toward Nora.

“You’re impossible.” “And you’re still here.” Elena left the office before she could throw something at him. Later That Afternoon Matteo arrived at Elena’s office. He didn’t bother knocking. “How did the meeting go?” Elena leaned back in her chair dramatically. “I hate him.” “That bad?” “Worse.” Matteo sat across from her. “You don’t have to handle this alone.” She sighed. “I know.” He leaned forward slightly. “Just remember something.” “What?” “Damon Moretti plays games.”

“But did you like it? As a woman, did you like only being seen if your son was involved?” Silence stretched between us. I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. Katherine smiled, not triumphantly, but knowingly. “Elara is young, she is beautiful, educated, and has a lot of potential. For her to be neglected, to be pushed aside when she hasn’t built her life… it is not something she will swallow.” she said. “And to make matters worse for her, she’s in love. Neglect isn’t something a woman like that accepts quietly. It festers. And that festering is going to brew itself until it ends up burning things around.”

Maya just nodded at me from her seat and she was beautiful in a way that made me feel inadequate, all perfect hair and flawless makeup and designer clothes. We sat down and servants appeared with food I was too nervous to eat, and Richard started asking questions immediately like this was an interrogation instead of a dinner. "So Elena, where did you and Adrian meet?" he asked. "A charity event six months ago." I repeated the story we'd practiced. "At the—" "The art museum benefit," Adrian finished. "Elena was there with friends and we started talking." "How romantic." Richard's tone suggested he didn't believe a word. "And you decided to marry after only six months?"

“What do you want, Katerina?” “I want what I’ve always wanted.” She stopped at the window, looking out at the dark grounds below. Moonlight caught the diamonds in her ears—small, elegant, expensive. “Xander. This Pack. The life I’ve spent four years building.” She turned. “And then you showed up and complicated everything.” “I didn’t come here to complicate anything.” Elena’s voice stayed low, controlled. “I came here to save my daughter.”