Vince Ellis Mga Nobela at Kwento

Again. Elena is finally mine!

"Ellie handed in her resignation two days ago. I recommended her for a position in Pavrielle. She's probably on the plane by now." The words had barely left his mouth before Logan dropped to his knees. His voice was hoarse with desperation. "Chief Blackwell, please, transfer me to Pavrielle. Ellie's my fiancée. I can't lose her." Chief Blackwell was baffled. "You're always running around with that trainee of yours, Janice. The two of you are practically joined at the hip. Even the team's been whispering about it. And now you're telling me that you're engaged?"

For the first time in the history of Shane Group, the president himself had decided to personally accompany one of his models to a photoshoot. Vicktor Caldwell—a man known for his cold demeanor and lack of visible emotion—was now sitting calmly in the waiting chair, his eyes never once leaving Elisha as she posed beneath the glow of the studio lights.

It was Julian Vance-Vogel—Elias’s primary corporate rival and a man known for executing highly hostile short-ladder attacks on distressed companies. "Julian," Elias murmured, his deep baritone dropping to a dangerous, ice-cold register that made the air around them instantly thicken. He didn't pull away from Grace; if anything, his fingers tightened their possessive grip on her hip, anchoring her firmly to his side. "I didn't think the board of Vogel Capital allowed you out of your cage for events of this caliber."

“He was acting weird at the seminar. Couldn’t stop staring.” Vincent checked his tablet. “Probably about the merger pitch. Helix’s logistics branch is struggling. Could be desperate.” I unmuted. “Send him in. Alone.” Minutes later, Ellis walked in. He was a young guy in his mid-thirties, but too much cologne, slicked-back blond hair, and fake confidence. His suit was expensive but tight around the middle. “Liam!” he said, walking right up, hand were outstretched. “Your speech today? Brilliant.”

“She is just like what I was the first time I came here. Stop. She doesn’t know what is happening to her and it's supposed to be like this.” “Damn right. Now, you… you are the only sane person here. What is happening?” Ellis explained what was happening, the history, and the like. “Right. This is not going to work for me. I am not interested in romantic or sexual relationships.” Ellis smiled. “I understand. It’s all up to you. Mind you, they can be persuasive. I was a civil-rights lawyer before I came here.” She raised her brow. “Oh, wow. You’re the person I should be talking to then!” Cristine exclaimed.

He didn't say a word, instead, he buried his face on the crook of my neck and hell how warm it felt. I could hear the nosy people whispering to themselves but I paid no attention to them. Even the bouncers that were supposed to be here the very moment Cyrus punched Dylan just made their grand entrance. What a waste of money this club has to pay for their irresponsible employees. "Cyrus." I saw Cyrene behind Cyrus and she just nodded at me while Cyrus didn't respond to her. He seemed to be lost in his own world.

he said and his step mother yelled more "don't you ever try that Asher don't..she was still talking when he ended the call and threw the phone back to the table. What nonsense is all this how can she get a girl for me to marry did I in any way tell her or anyone that I need a s**t who wants nothing but my money.wh**es everywhere. My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed.

I murmured leaning closer to him and I saw how his facial expressions changed into a deadly one rip on me tightened so much that my bones could snap any time soon "Those men would die before they even get a glimpse" he made a low growl and I saw nothing but Possessiveness. Looking at Victor fuming in anger had me feeling amused. It was something else to see him react to something so silly "You are a boring man Mr. Ellison...can't hold your liquor and well...have you ever gone clubbing before"I said with a mischievous smirk. Victor Ellison was a Billionaire that everyone knew. But the man was way too boring that I knew.

I played another song, my fingers dancing across the keys, when my phone chimed with a notification. I frowned, thinking it might be Kiara or Clinton. But when I picked it up, I realized it was a W******p message from an unknown number. Curiosity piqued, I opened it. It was a video. I clicked on it, and my blood ran cold. There was Clinton, on a bed, with Seraphina. They were tangled in the sheets, her hands cupping his face as she kissed him. I couldn’t see his full face, but I knew it was him. My heart dropped.