Presley Elise Novels & Stories

However, Carlos remained quiet and glared at Yasmin. But given how tired Yasmin was, she couldn't be bothered to respond anyway. So, as Yasmin sat on the couch, she took out her phone and browsed through her Twitter. Suddenly, Yasmin saw Elise's latest tweets. She was trying on her wedding dress and was excited about marrying into the Ferguson family. Elise had ruined Yasmin's life and then gone on to pursue her happiness. But Yasmin wouldn't let it happen, especially not under her watch. Yasmin squinted her eyes and grabbed her phone to snap a photo of Carlos. Then, she sent the photo and her address to Elise.

Hearing his question, Elisa was like an open book and said, “I’m pretty smart. I parked in front of someone’s store and told my bodyguard to come over and drive it back. Then, I stopped someone on an electric bike and came all the way here unhindered.” So that was it. That was how they met. “Zachary, it’s really amazing. I raised my hand to stop a random person, but she turned out to be that ‘unfilial granddaughter’ who went viral on the news recently. Her name is Serenity Hunt. She’s actually quite nice, and we hit it off quite nicely.” Zachary spat in his heart, ‘Elisa is the most famously unruly and contemptuous lady in Wiltspoon, but she actually hit it off with Serenity.’

Her clothing left no mystery of her figure. She isn’t sure what friend would refer this woman to her, but she’s holding a makeup bag and assumed she’s here to sell her makeup product. The woman sat properly on Jessie’s couch, placing her leg over the other one, and set her makeup bag on the table. “I’m sorry to be so forward and to just stop by like this, your highness,” she says in an accent that Jessie can’t put together. “My name is Elise; I run a small boutique in the city. It’s a new boutique and it doesn’t get a lot of business.”

How could Elise do this to Kayden, a multimillionaire and her husband? "I've signed it. Don't worry. Jessie doesn't need to leave. I'll leave," Elise mocked as she walked past them. However, Kayden grabbed hold of her arm and pulled her back, his grip bruising and punishing. "Where do you think you're going? Kneel and apologize to Jessie!" "Apologize to her? For what?" Elise blinked her eyes innocently. She fought back a wince. Kayden was increasing his grip on her arm as if he wanted to break it.

Elisa says all this and every word of Elise rise Roose anger. "Can you please stop your gossiping? I just simply asked a question: have you seen Christian or not? And you explained to me his secret love life. What should I do with his girlfriend Miss Leyla? Listen to me, he is the king of your dreams. It doesn't mean every girl likes him." Roose said all this in her one breath, Elisa said that all these things finally brought out Roose 's anger. Don't know what Roose said at the same time that Roose herself probably did not know and Elisa was just looking at her with her weird eyesight that she doesn't know what happened to Roose, why is she so angry?

What happened to Elise and Greyson was revenge enough. That night, I bought a plane ticket to Howoi to relax. Meanwhile, the video of my argument with Elise in the hospital was edited and posted online. She was a small influencer with hundreds of thousands of followers. Her fans rushed to her defense, and there were also rumors of infidelity that everyone enjoyed gossiping about. Elise also posted a video that was a few seconds long. In the blurry video, she was pregnant and sitting in a mess. It was obvious that everything that could be broken had been broken. A serious argument must have taken place.

“Don’t bother. Just give me a towel to dry it.” “Ah.. Then, here you go.” The staff gave her a white towel and left her. Elyse dabbed at the dress, especially on her chest where it was spilled. An idea shot to her head. “Lucas, how have you been?” She made conversation as she cleaned herself, tugging her dress lower to show her cleavage. “You are?” Lucas knitted his brows, looking bewildered. “Else Pascow. I’m Remus Forrest’s step daughter.”

"And I almost didn't make it out." Serena's blood ran cold. The woman stepped back, inviting her in. And as Serena entered, she realized this was the beginning of something much bigger than fake headlines or staged relationships. She was in the midst of a game she hadn't even known had started. The woman's name was Elise. She wore a loose blouse and linen pants. Her eyes darted to the windows often, as if expecting someone to be watching. "I don't have much time," Elise said, drawing the blinds as she spoke.

"It’s a bit desperate, don't you think?" Tinsley gasped, stepping forward. "How dare you speak to her like that? Do you have any idea who her husband is? She could have you blacklisted from every establishment in Willow Creek with a single phone call." "She’s a nobody, Tinsley," Elise sneered, emboldened by her sycophants. "A charity case who thought a wedding ring made her one of us. Look at her, trying to play dress-up in a gallery she couldn't afford a single frame in."

he angrily shouted. “I just said it,” she replied while getting into her clothes. “I am Elise, Elise Mayheart.” He looked down at her and imagined How easily he could break her right then and there, but it would be pathetic to harm a defenseless prey. She got dressed and turned to him. “If you need me again,” she said. “Call my name and treat me like a human.” She left the room, leaving Perseus standing motionless, fists clenched, and feeling pathetic. He looked down on his still raging boner with seething displeasure.