The Elite Novel By Kiera Cass Novels & Stories

“Now, I have something important to tell you, Miss Harrington...” “I’m not…That’s not my name.” He smiled kindly. “What I’m about to tell you will be difficult to believe. You are not Lucia Hale. Your real name is Elara, and you are the sole heir to the Harrington family fortune.” Lucia stared at him for several seconds, then let out a bitter laugh. “What the fuck? What kind of a joke is this?” “It’s not.” Langford’s face was as serious as stone. Lucia dropped the glass of water angrily. ”You have no idea what I’ve been through. And you still have the guts to come here and toy with me, telling me that I’m some secret heiress to one of the wealthiest names in the city?”

It’s just that I am still trying to close that deal with the makeup brand. **Jade:** Okay girl. Can’t wait. Goodluck. She succeeded in gently steering the conversation away from Kai when Mia pushed. The group chat had become her safe space for normal conversation amid the chaos of her public life. --- Later that day, Kai took Elara to another gathering with his bad-boy celebrity friends. She wore a strapless dress with a really high slit and the neckline fell all the way down to her belly button. The boys were at a private villa this time, showing off their latest crypto wins and forex profits. The men were loud, successful, and flashy — talking about their luxury cars, women, private jets,

It sparkled mockingly under the lights—beautiful, expensive, and utterly meaningless. “You are now Mrs. Elara Blackthorne,” the judge announced flatly. The weight of the ring felt like chains locking around my soul. Less than an hour later, we arrived at his penthouse. The elevator opened directly into it, revealing a sprawling space of pure luxury. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the glittering New York skyline, rain streaking down the glass like tears. Modern art worth fortunes hung on the walls, and the furniture looked like it belonged in a magazine—sleek, expensive, and completely devoid of warmth. It was stunning. And it felt like a beautiful cage built specifically to trap me.

My head shattered and my mood turned sour almost immediately as soon as my gaze found him. Elliot stood, a gein splitting his face in halves, his fingers raking through his hair as he bent over his chest. “He goes here?” I asked, fuming beneath my breath, fists flexing with absolute rage. What were the bloody chances? “Who? Elliot? Yeah, it’s kind of a school for spoiled rich brat situations. Supposedly they were either so good ar hockey they’ve gotten high in ranks or they’ve gotten their dads to always swipe a card in favor of the judges,” he spoke with a grumble that seemed to brighten my mood. Cassian hated them. For him it simply meant there was no way he would let his sister run off in

I wanted something pure for her, something that screamed *mine*. The shop was hushed, velvet cases gleaming under soft lights. The owner, an old contact from my father's shady days, pulled out trays without question. I bypassed the flashy shit—diamonds too ostentatious for now. Settled on a strand of Tahitian pearls, black and iridescent, with a matching bracelet. Subtle, but possessive. "Engrave the clasp," I told him. *D's Cass*. He nodded, no judgment. Money talked. While he worked, I paced, mind on her. Why Cassidy? She wasn't like the others—polished socialites or Elena-types chasing status. She was real: fiery, vulnerable, with a backbone forged in Evelyn's fire. She saw through my wal

Zara caught the faintest flicker of irritation across Cassian’s face at how the words sounded as if she were just another employee, not the woman every head was turning to look at. The room glimmered under crystal chandeliers, and the string quartet played something rich and lazy. The elite of the city swirled in champagne, perfume, and money. And somewhere in the corner, Hadley Lancaster the ferocious bitch like Zara always says and she's no one else but Cassian’s ex was watching. Her smile was all gloss, no warmth. Hadley was impossible to miss. She had the kind of beauty that didn’t ask for attention; it commanded it. Blonde hair sculpted into soft, effortless waves, skin so polished it l

Was his goal to humiliate her? She would tell Jacob. She would have him fired for sure this time. Once he saw Cal's true colours. Besides - would Madam Holiway let Cassie in late? Was Cassie the only one anyone respected?! But she was a joke? She was a gold digger, only interested in Jacob's wealth! How could Coral be less than her?! She'd dressed the part of the wealthy wife. She'd put effort into looking like she belonged, and all because she wasn't Cassandra Aster she suddenly wasn't entitled to the same respect?!

————————————————————— Precious was walking downstairs when she met one of the junior maid passing by, she stops and smiled. Ella is the junior maid, because she's younger than all the maid in the masion, She's the same age with Precious and very friendly. Although she give Precious must respect forgetting the part they are both same age. She adores her because she's not like other ladies who have came here before. "Hey...", She waved at the Ella, the junior maid. Ella turned and walks to where she's standing," Good morning my lady",She bowed her head and greeted. "Sorry you saw me around when you gave.."