Who Is Elena Gilbert's Dad Novels & Stories

Then she looked at the portrait. “His name was Elias Blackwood,” she said. “Your grandfather’s illegitimate son. Your real father.” The words landed quietly. Adrian did not move. That frightened Elena most. Vivienne continued, calm and precise. “He believed love mattered more than legacy. He was weak. Charming, but weak. Much like you have become.” Elena reached for Adrian without thinking. Her fingers brushed his wrist. He caught her hand at once. Warm. Hard. Desperate.

West, however, seemed completely unaffected by the tension around him. His entire focus remained on Lucas. “Grandfather, this is Elena. She's a child psychologist, and Nora’s nanny. She has been really helpful with Nora’s condition, and the sole reason why Nora is here tonight.” Dominic defended me. “Really? Oh wow!” He was amused, then his eyes quickly found Lucas again. “What did you say your name was again?” he asked warmly. “Lucas Hart,” Lucas repeated proudly. “And this must be my little princess.” The old man chuckled softly before glancing toward Nora.

She looked at him. “Marcus.” His face had gone pale. “Your father.” The room became silent. Elena stared at the screen. Her father? “No.” Marcus pulled out a chair. “Sit down.” “No.” “Elena.” “No.” She stepped away from the desk. “My father worked for my grandfather.” “I know.” “He wasn't involved in the business side.” “He was.” “You told me he wasn't.” “I told you what your grandfather wanted you to believe.” Elena's anger rose.

Whitney shoved Ellie into his arms. Caleb held her easily with one hand and played with her. Ellie laughed, revealing two tiny little teeth. She was adorably cute. "In the future, smile more at Uncle Caleb. I will buy you a pink sports car in return, how about that?" Ellie could only babble. The most she could manage was a muffled sound. Caleb cocked his brows and teased her, "Did you just call me Dad? Your dad will be furious." To survive death and then have a child—especially a daughter, Gilbert didn't even want to go to work anymore. All he wanted was to play with his daughter.

Natalie’s head spun and she whispered, “Theo.” “Yes. But that isn’t his motive. Your grandfather, not late Mr. Greene, but Mr. Johnson, your mother’s father. You must know that he was a shipping tycoon.” “Yes, I know.” Natalie was wondering where he was going with that. “He named you as his heir, and not your brother William, and his 51% of share were transferred in your name. Archers were not aware of it, but you know that Mr. Gilbert knew everything about you. He came across that information, and when he did, he wanted you all for himself. Because the shares will be transferred in your name, when you will be married. When Mr. Gilbert came to know that you were not just a wedding planner’s

“He really covered all his tracks, didn’t he?” “Georgia.” Elena’s voice dropped even lower, her grip on my hands tightening. “There’s something else. Something I haven’t told you.” Her eyes darted to the door again, her body tensing as if preparing to leap away at the slightest sound. “I don’t help you because you were kind to me, though you were. I help you because...” She took a deep breath, steeling herself. “I knew Carlisle before. Before you. Before all this. I knew his father.” I went still, barely breathing. In all our months together, Elena had never spoken of her life before this house. I knew only the barest details—that she was from Oaxaca, that she had a son in community college,

And I had absolutely no idea how to explain the conversation I’d just had with her supposedly dead father. My legs finally moved. I got back into my car, shut the door, and let out the longest, most unhinged breath of my life. “Yeah,” I muttered to no one. “That’s… totally normal. Just another Tuesday.” But deep down, one cold truth rolled over me like ice: If Garrick Hale was alive, then someone—someone close had lied. For years. And that someone was Elena’s mother. And maybe… Elena herself. “Shit,” I whispered. Then I picked up my phone to call Elena back. Because everything we thought we knew about her past had just been blown open.

He started with the picture in the right corner. "He is Eddy's dad, Aster. She is Aster’s ex-girlfriend Rose.” Moving to another picture he said, “this, you know it's your friend Mark,” he again moved to another picture one after another which was well known by her, “your father, Jack, and she Ali..." Gently Selina touched Ali’s photo and took a deep breath. Her eyes then suddenly fall on Gil’s picture. She glanced at Jacob in confusion. “He?” “He is Vampire’s master Andy Micheal’s son, Gil.”

Kyla's mother was there again for a few years, and then Cecilia and Gilbert met again. “Cecilia?” Cecilia turned and saw Gilbert smiling as she called out. That approached her. “Oh! Gilbert! How are you?” “It’s okay, we haven’t seen each other in a long time!” “Yeah! It is good that you are with your wife and child now.” “Ah! Yes, the one sitting in the black dress is my wife Neva and the one next to her is my son.” Gilbert replied. “Ah! It’s good Kyla is my eldest. I have three children. Unfortunately, my youngest is in an accident. She died.” Cecilia said sadly.

I repeated pleasantly. "A woman," Gerald said. He let that sit there between us like something he had placed carefully on the table, and watched my eyes for the flinch. I didn't give him one. "Her name is Elena Carlson." He continued when I said nothing, "Former convict. Widow of your late brother Braden. Divorced from your brother Luke." He paused to let each detail land. "And currently employed at your company, living in an apartment that I suspect you're paying for and spending time with you that should, by any reasonable account, belong to my daughter."