The Elite Novel By Kiera Cass Novels & Stories

The air inside Maison Élitaire seemed to drop a few degrees the moment Clara’s voice sliced through the boutique. Her words dripped with venom, loud enough for the other clients to hear. “Isn’t this Elena?” Clara smirked, her perfectly lacquered nails tapping against the glass counter. “The girl who sold herself to a billionaire just to save her family from bankruptcy?” A collective gasp rippled across the boutique. Heads turned, whispers igniting like sparks in dry grass.

If only I had known that our paths would cross again after three years, I never would’ve attended that gala. Now I finally remembered where I had heard Cassandra’s name before. She was the heiress of Sy Group International, and she was the woman Victoria wanted for Dave. I massaged my temple and took a deep breath. Now I understood why Dave was here. Was he working here now too? “This launch will officially establish Sy Elite in New York’s luxury market,” Cassandra confidently said while walking at the front. “And for this project, we’re combining hospitality, fashion, and luxury jewelry into one experience.” She pressed the remote in her hand and the slides in her presentation changed, luxu

“She is not just an heiress. She is a powerhouse! Her latest jewelry collection, Elites, is fire. As its name simplifies, it is top-notch sophistication. Hats off to her.” Isla's eyes popped with anger as the veins alongside the side of her face rose in thin lines to her eyes, before a bitter laugh rolled out from her throat, “Inspiration?” she muttered incredulously, and leaned back against her chair as she clung harder unto her phone, her hand twitching as it hovered over the article.

"Why? You want to start one?" I nodded. "I was thinking of opening a book café." Nyx and Eloise exchanged a glance before bursting into laughter. "Oh, honey," Eloise giggled. "Alpha rank kids don’t care about books." Nyx nodded. "If you really want to make an impact, open something elite. Something that makes people want to be a part of it." "Like what?" I asked, suddenly interested. Eloise smirked. "A luxury boutique. And not just any boutique. Make it exclusive. Have an elite membership club attached to it. The richer and more powerful they are, the more privileges they get."

Chapter 6: The gala was a glittering storm of high society—champagne towers spilling gold, murmured gossip curling like smoke through the air, and women gliding by in gowns that cost more than Eden’s entire student debt. It was all so polished, so cold, so fake. Cassian’s hand rested lightly at the small of her back as they descended the grand marble staircase. The gesture was for show, part of the performance they’d perfected over the last few weeks. But as his thumb brushed softly over the fabric of her dress, something in her chest tightened.

Elara’s POV I'm here to make peace or to simply see to the end of this. I really didn’t care anymore, I just wanted to see him. Just one last time. And that's when the door opened quietly. Cassian Hale walked in dressed in a dark suit, an ideal tie, and his cold eyes that never for once flinched when they met with mine. He hesitated for a second when he saw me, and then went on to his desk.

Kasen picked up his black mask, turned his back on them, and walked out. The masquerade ball was a glittering, decadent display of wealth and shadow. The grand ballroom was filled with hundreds of masked billionaires, classical music swirling under the high, vaulted ceilings. The masks hid the greed and hunger of the elite, their eyes shining behind gold and silver lace. Kasen stood in the shadows of a marble pillar, his eyes glued to Maeva. She wore a breathtaking, midnight-blue gown, her face partially obscured by a delicate silver lace mask. Julian was standing beside her, trying to look charming despite the faint red marks on his neck.

ISABELLA'S POV “Kingston Heiress Marries Assistant.” “Power Move or Scandal?” “Who is Elion Darwin?” I could barely hold back the smile that was on my face as I flipped through the channels. Elion wasn't beside me when I woke up, and he wasn't complaining like I thought he would. I could barely hold myself back from checking the news channels, and yes, it was exactly what I had been hoping for. It was too perfectly timed. At the back of my head, I could already see Daniel's jaw popping as he watched the news.

"You saw Xavier ask for time off, so now you're copying him? What is he, compared to you? He's lazy. He's a parasite. He's trash that even the dumpster wouldn't take. You're an elite I spent years shaping! "Tired, you say? Elites don't get tired. Elites should feel better the more they work. They should get more energized, not less." "Honey, tell me. What's our slogan?" she shouted. My body reacted instinctively. I snapped into a rigid stance and shouted back. "Good, better, and best. I'm the greatest!" Cassandra clapped, satisfied. "Good. Now, answer me. What are you going to do next?" Just then, the people nearby turned to stare.

Just a small card tucked under the ribbon with two words in clean handwriting. “For you.” I stood beside it for a moment. Then I pulled the ribbon and opened it. Inside — a folded cream envelope, thick with what I already knew was cash before I touched it. Besides, two items that had been selected with the specific knowledge of someone who had done their research. A perfume I had mentioned to nobody. A book I had been meaning to buy for three months and hadn’t because the cost was frivolous and frivolous wasn’t a category I had been able to access since before Elena got sick.