Tangled By Simone Elise Novels & Stories

she shouted in front of Elisa's face. "Staring at you? Are you sure?" repeated Elisa with a chuckle. "It must have been you who forced Samuel to model the latest product to be launched," Simona quipped, staring at Elisa with a frivolous look. From head to toe, she was still better than Elisa. "Disgusting," Elisa hissed right in front of Simona's face. She clucked, turning her face away; surely Camelia would never forget Simona's disgusting voice that she heard behind her bedroom door.

~ ISLA ~ I finally wrapped up my rounds, but my head wasn’t clear at all. The scene from earlier clung to me like a shadow I couldn’t shake off. Elise’s trembling voice, Simon’s cold, cutting tone—it all kept replaying no matter how hard I tried to focus on my patients. “Abort it.” Those two words had been so sharp and final. How could someone say that so easily? Even if he didn’t want Elise, even if he hated her, what did the child do wrong?

everything. “Simone…….”

Lila’s keys slipped from her fingers again, and she muttered a soft curse under her breath as she crouched to pick them up. Her ears burned from embarrassment. Dominic was still leaning against his car, his arms crossed casually as he watched her fumble with the lock. His presence was both comforting and unnerving, a reminder of the quiet insistence that he stay until she safely entered her home.

Jane said elatedly. I nodded. “What has been going on between you and Andrew?” She inquired, expressing concern. “Well, I am with Ricky now,” I said. “The guitar guy?” “Uhum, he has been supportive but I feel like he deserves better” I told Jane about the shared intimacy with Andrew and how I found out Elena was pregnant and she conspired with Sophie to kidnap me. “That bitch, why the hell does Andrew still entertain her bullshit” Jane said angrily. My phone suddenly started buzzing from a call.

The path down to the old library and out toward the west wing was one she knew well; she had chased secrets there many times before. Then, just beyond the trellis that hugged the castle's side like an ancient, twisting serpent, Jessica caught sight of them. Elder Simon's silver hair gleamed under the twilight, a stark contrast to Elara's deep, flame-red tresses. They stood too close, their figures pressed together in a secret embrace, heads bowed as if whispering confessions. Before she could process the scene, their mouths met in a kiss.

May-day Mayday… Houston we have a problem. ‘To my utter shock, they were discussing Sinclair family’, she gave a fake horrific sound. A deep choking sound emitted from my throat. Trapped. I can see myself on the noose, my hands tied. A decree was read by Vivian that I was convicted of high treason and hence must be burned at the stake.

She rather slipped further on my wet body. Carl tingled inside me. Hold her. Nope. I yelled at him, pushed her aside. That's when Coach walked in. "You both really can't keep away from each other!" He teased. I stood it up. "That's a mistake." "Would have agreed, but man, look at your cock!" Simon jeered. The others joined him. My cock was already standing at attention, visible through the towel. "She didn't cause this." I said, pointing to my raised cock.

"Simon brought me to that negotiation just to pick a fight because that woman hates your consigliere. He didn't want her to take the fall, so he used me as a decoy! Kill her! Don't kill me…" I stared at her in disbelief. Was this the innocent, clueless young lady Simon had been talking about? Lost in her half-truths and lies, Marco suddenly clamped his hand around my neck. "I always knew you two were scum! Since he loves you so much, go to hell!" I struggled and kicked him in the gut. Just as I broke free and hit the deck, he clamped his hands around my throat from behind. My vision flooded red. In the distance, Giara, who was trying to run, was grabbed. She screamed wildly.

Her sobs falter, then stop entirely, replaced by a new tactic. She stumbles forward, her ten-inch red bottom clicking unevenly against the marble as she throws herself into the center of the drama with all the desperate grace in her final act. "No! Take me instead!" Her voice carry to every corner. "Slap me instead of Alexander! I beg the Westfield family to have mercy on ours!" She collapses dramatically to her knees beside Alexander, her designer bridesmaid dress pooling around her. "Elise has lost her way! She’s let power go to her head! If someone must be punished for her sins, let it be me!"