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A voice crackled through the comm system, distorted but unmistakable. “Hello again, Elara. Did you miss me?” Richard Hale. The tablet slipped from my hands, clattering to the floor as the door burst open behind me. I spun around, heart pounding expecting Alexander. But it wasn’t him. It was one of Hale’s men. And he wasn’t here to talk. --- Elena is forced to confront the terrifying truth about her forgotten identity Elara Donovan and the return of Richard Hale as his men infiltrate the coastal estate, leaving her trapped and alone just as the storm cuts the power.

Every time she crossed her legs, he stared at her thighs like he wanted to spread them right there. “Elena, redo this report. It’s sloppy,” he said at 6 p.m. “It’s perfect,” she shot back, glaring. His eyes darkened. “Do it again. And stay late. Everyone else can go home.” By 8 p.m. the office was empty and silent. Elena’s heart pounded as she finished the report. Her phone buzzed. Damon:My private penthouse suite. Top floor. Now. She took the private elevator up, legs shaking. The doors opened straight into his luxurious penthouse office. Floor-to-ceiling windows showed the glittering city lights sparkling like diamonds. Damon stood by the glass, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, looking

Elena The house is beautiful. It is without a doubt the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. It looks as if a farm style house and Mediterranean style house had a baby. It is devastatingly beautiful and I am so envious of it. I shouldn’t like it, I shouldn't like anything associated with this walking demon of a man. The car door opens drawing me from my thoughts. I turn to see Roman standing there. There's his hand on the car handle, a boreed expression on his face.

A woman clung lightly to his arm, I frowned, tilting to look at her face, and when she turned, my gaze widened. It was Reese. Why were they here together? And why was her arm in his like that? Why did he look so relaxed? God! I needed sleep. What was I even doing, thinking about Reese like that? She was a good friend and she knew. Her eyes met mine, and Reese’s lips curved into a smile. I smiled back and she tugged Alexander gently toward us. “Katherine! You didn't come to me like we promised." She pouted. "I'm sorry for that, I have been so busy. Very busy these days."

for there to be no one or anything that can bind you down. The next generation of Elena Austin. Better, more seductive, and one hundred times more intelligent than you. I have no way of knowing, but it may have been all of those things and perhaps more. I am unable to recall everything to you. All I can do is hope.

After 2 more knocks I walked to the door and opened it by drawing back the handle of the door. “ You have a guest Miss Elena,” He said to me. “But I am not expecting one” I replied to him “Why don't you come out and see who it is, miss,” he suggested. It was a good suggestion so I locked the door and followed him to the living room. I met a dark-skinned lady, she looked as though she was probably in her 30s. She looked fashionable, she stood and greeted me with a bow which puzzled me. “My name is Kelly, your fashion help for the occasion tonight. Your husband said you have high taste. So I brought with me my very best”.

As Chad turned to leave, Elena held him back and said, "I am sorry if I sounded rude. I don't want anything that will jeopardize your plans for the future. I was taken by surprise because I never knew that Mr. Bennett was the CEO. I had heard about the sort of man he is but did not expect that......I should have figured it out. Kyle Bennett; I never bothered to know that he owned Elen Global. Chad nodded, "Okay, but how do you know him and why did he kiss you?" "Well, he is my ex," Elena replied. "What? Your ex? Come on, I knew you from your first year in college, and you have always been single. And someone like Mr. Bennett would not want to date someone like you."

Later that day Elena had received a letter from Killian saying that she should be ready by Dawn tomorrow, his men would be coming by to get her, that the first phase I'm their plan was about to begin, which was to go to Veratora's resting place to make their wish. Elena couldn’t sleep at night, she kept wondering what she loved most because that was the price she had to pay to get what they wanted and nothing came to mind, she knew she had always been selfish and never cared for anything else other than her getting more powerful, she even gave her own sister to the devil for power. Elena was eventually able to fall asleep later that night and she woke up bright and early the next morning, sh

Eli talked with his mouth half full about Marcus and the cartwheel and the painting they’d done in class, and Elena kept catching my eye across the table, smiling like she couldn’t help it. After dinner, Eli was worn out enough that he didn’t put up much of a fight about bedtime. Elena tucked him in while I lingered in the hallway, listening to the low murmur of her voice reading him something short, his sleepy replies growing quieter until they stopped altogether. I went to my room to drop my jacket and things, my mind drifting back, uninvited, to the boardroom. The gala. Three days. Celeste standing beside me in front of everyone while Elena and Eli existed in this entirely separate corner

The pain rippled through me but it was nothing compared to the pain in my chest. Marcus sat in his CEO chair, with Vivienne flanked behind him, her lips still curled into that triumphant smile that leaves me wondering where our sisterhood went wrong. I understand that we were never as close like sisters should but I have never imagined that she would be against me either. Even if she was, not in this manner. Not like this. “Elena has committed treason against me and the entire Hartwell Group.” I heard Marcus say—cold and authoritative—echoing through the conference hall.