The Mistake Elle Kennedy Novels & Stories

"The man I trusted most was named Edward Vale." The room instantly became colder. Kennedy's jaw tightened. "At the time, he wasn't anything. He was just my best friend." Shannon froze. Meanwhile Kennedy stared into his coffee. "We built businesses together, we planned together, we trusted each other. No, I trusted him with everything." Then he laughed a bitter laugh, one completely devoid of humor. "The biggest mistake of my life." Silence followed. Kennedy's fingers tightened around the cup. "He stole from me, he manipulated contracts, he transferred assets. He destroyed me."

This man is impossible! "Iam sorry" he repeated, glancing sideways at her, " have they finished the whole thing?". She nodded. He took her hand in his and squeeze it gently, " how did David perform?" She nodded again without looking at him as if the sight of him irritated her, soon the ceremony ended and she walked towards the other hall where the children where seated. Where are you going to?" Michael asked. "Won't I pick my son?" She threw the rude word over her shoulder.

Let me guess, was it that she was told last about the reconciliation plan? Let me recall, there was a time Clinton called Ekaris in aspect to him being reconciled to Ella. During their discussion, they brought up the topic of Michelle, how ruthless she was when the conflict or rather misunderstanding was kicking start. They condemned the fact that she called Enola a whore, she was really wrong for doing that in as much as both of them were guilty of the same offence. Unknown to them, she was somewhere eavesdropping. She heard and felt everything they discussed and not like there were not true, she just didn’t want to own up to the fact that she was wrong coupled with the way they all felt ab

she turned back to the table picked up the file and headed to the door. "You talk about second chance but Fidelia couldn't get that second chance" his voice shook as he said this Jess halted as she heard that statement. That name brought back some memories for her also. "Who's Fidelia?" She turned sharply "Nevermind" He wasn't ready to go down into details right now Jess left his cubicle without saying another word.Some people are more hard to crack than nuts.

If he continued to stay in this distracted state, he would easily make mistakes in his work, where the slightest slip-up could lead to serious consequences. She had been working with Kent for a few years now and had learnt quite a bit, so when she was administering injections and dispensing medication, she would pay close attention to Kent’s prescriptions. If she noticed an issue, she would immediately correct it to avoid giving a patient the wrong medication. Sheila said, “Kent brought his mother over to apologize, which I’ve already accepted, and I’ve also told him that it was his mother’s fault, not his.” When it happened, Kent was still three sheets to the wind and had no idea his mother

She said softly under her breath like she doesn't want him to hear. "What about it?" Eleanor closed her eyes and took a deep breath before speaking. "It was a mistake." She raised her head to to stare up at him while he stared back at her with his face expressionless. "It was a mistake right?" Luciano stared deeply at her like he was trying to study her before asking. "Mistake? What do you mean?" "Huh, I mean the kiss was a mistake and it is never bound to happen again, never again. It shouldn't have happened in the first place. It was definitely a mistake, yes! Definitely a mistake." Eleanor rushed her words waving her hands in the air frantically.

they replied in unison, their voices echoing in the small room, a moment they would both remember for different reasons. “Do you, Dylan Blackwood, take Emily Green to be your lawfully wedded wife?” the clerk began, her monotone voice nearly drowning out the weight of the moment. "Dylan?" Emily echoed in confusion, glancing nervously at him. "Daryl," he feigned correction, a disarming smile plastered on his face. “The clerk must have made a mistake in reading my handwriting,” he lied with practiced ease.

He swallowed, broke the embrace, and gently turned Eleanor to face him. He wiped her tears. "I'm sorry..." he said. He reached for the back of Eleanor's neck, pulled her closer to his face, and kissed her on the forehead. "I'm sorry... I was wrong. Now, I don't want to make the same mistake... so I will listen." Eleanor smiled bitterly. She hoped he would listen—and believe her. And she had to. She really needed to tell him everything, especially since she had a hunch. Knight announced that he has a child; maybe the truth that Heyla was dead would soon reach them. That it was her corpse everyone mistook for hers.

The part comes out as little more than a whisper. “Maybe the goddess has other plans for you,” I say gently, though the words sound hollow even to me. “I don’t think she makes mistakes.” “She does,” Ellie chokes out. “She made one hell of a mistake not pairing you and Zane.” And just like that, the suffocating weight crushes my chest again. I swallow hard, but Ellie sees it. She grabs my hand instantly. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. That was… messed up.”

I thought I was waking up on my bed, so I decided to roll my body to the other side of the bed. Then I found out I was at the edge of the bed, about to fall; the space was too small. Panic began to rise within me as I struggled to recall how I ended up here. Then, like a flickering light, fragmented memories started to piece together. My husband was in bed with a strange lady. The strange lady under my husband is none other than Elle, the heiress of the Kone family. She is an actress. I have met her countless times in my husband's office during lunchtime.