The Deal Elle Kennedy Online Mga Nobela at Kwento

Killian adjusted the microphone, his presence immediately calming the chaotic room. "Ladies and gentlemen of the press," Killian’s voice boomed through the speakers, smooth, confident, and entirely in control. "I know there has been a great deal of speculation regarding the recent acquisition of the St. Claire estate. But the truth is far simpler than the rumors on Wall Street suggest. Elowen and I have been privately involved for months." A collective gasp echoed through the room. The rapid shutter fire doubled in speed, the persistent strobe flares turning the front row into a wall of white light.

“Exactly. It’s smart. It’s evil. And it’s perfect.” Chloe leaned back on the couch. “This could blow up everywhere.” “That’s the plan,” I said. “Blake will see it. The media will eat it up. Jasmine will lose everything.” Evelyn bit her lip. “What do we get from this?” I walked to them and grinned. “A trip to Dubai. It's going to be business class. Five-star hotel, shopping, spa, all on me.” Chloe’s eyes lit up. “Wait… really?”

Keegan only withdrew his gaze after Stella went inside The Deli. Then, he received a message from Carter: [Please pay me and my wife for showing up.] Keegan read it and replied with a screenshot of a medal: [It's being made. I'll send it to your wife's place later.] Carter texted a reply: [A medal worth thirty bucks? Come on, the gifts we brought are worth more than that.] Keegan took another screenshot of their conversation and forwarded it to Lena: [How much do you want? I'll pay you.]

She’s a Kennedy, damn it. I sigh and grab my phone. “Baby,” I tell her. “You don’t ever have to talk to mere staff. Especially not in a mall weown. You just call the CEO of this brand’s company, you hear me? I’d love to see him deny any of your requests. He’ll have his stores booted from every Kennedy Mall faster than he can blink.” Elena nods, her eyes moving from me to Elise. I can see Elise posing from the corner of my eyes, and it disgusts me. She’s crazy if she thinks she could ever catch my eye.

"Sign this and you can go" Elle stared at the papers in front of her and then at her hands. She could make out only a few things written on it. ...hereby.......will of Elle Knight......... grandfather.......power of attorney.......trust......charity..... "There are two alternatives Elle, I either kill you and make this contract void or simply you sign this will and transfer the power of attorney in my name. We show the world that you die in an accident while you enjoy your remaining life with a new identity"

Quickly, she turned around to find out if one of the working maids would probably know her whereabouts, or anywhere she could probably be. Ellen, who was walking towards the living room just at the time, noticed the parcel that the head maid was carrying, and inquired as to what it was about and to whom it belonged to. "Mum, can you believe this?! This is the limited edition dress, diamond stiletto and million carat necklace that sold out today in less than two hours. Mother, can you see this? Dalton sent this to that bitch. He fucking sent to her, this luxurious items that I am dying to own. I am going to kill that golddigger!" Ellen shot up in mad rage, as she restlessly examined the gorge

Stefan was a rock, just as expressionless and cool. I tried wrenching free but then he grabbed my arm and pushed me against the wall. Just then, the door swung open revealing a red-haired lady, who apparently was wearing the same heels I saw a couple of hours ago. “It’s Gerald on the line, and he says he’s important news,” She said. At that moment, it all made sense. The red-haired girl was probably a secretary girl at the office. Why do I even care? I heard him inhale deeply before sighing, his hand falling from my face.

I looked down to see a little girls of about five years staring at me with big brown eyes and her hair plaited into pigtails. "Excuse me miss," she said so politely "Do you sell barbie books in here? I want to buy a big collection for my friends and I,' she gave an exaggerated hand gesture when she said the word big. "No, I'm afraid not little miss. we don't have Barbie books in the library. You should check at the kiddies store a few meters away and I think you'll see some there," I responded to her with a downcast being sorry for not being able to give her what she wanted.

Morning came faster than expected and like the past few days, there are four packages from three different people on the front porch. "Lily help me with it," I say and she opens the first one. "The third edition of the Paris museum diamond necklace with an apology letter," she says, my heart squeezing in my chest as I see it. "Do you want it?" I ask and my eyes shine with excitement. "Yes ma'am," She replies happily. I always wanted one, but definitely not from Kenzo. He is definitely not that rich to get this because it is out of stock. This is only possible with connections which he doesn't have. But one person can. But then why would Luke help Kenzo?

"I’m not an asset. And I’m not for sale." Killian’s smile was the most dangerous thing she had ever seen. "Everyone has a price, Elena. Yours is the deed to your family’s estate, which I currently own. Yours is your father’s medical bills, which I have already paid in full for the next five years. And yours is the four point two million dollars I am willing to erase with a single stroke of this pen." Elena swallowed hard. "And what do you want in return?" Killian leaned even closer, his shadow swallowing her. "I want ninety days. Ninety days of you living in my penthouse. You will be my 'assistant' to the public, and my obsession in private."