Who Is Elena Gilbert's Dad Novels & Stories

“Alright. My father, Will, is in his second marriage to Anna, my mother. There’s a significant age gap between them. Larger than ours.” Elena’s eyebrows rose slightly, but she said nothing. He sighed. “My mother used to date my half-brother, Nick. Dad’s son from his first marriage.” Elena’s fork froze halfway to her mouth. “Wait. What?” Ryan smirked at her expression. “Told you. Complicated.” Her eyes widened. “She dated your half-brother and then married your father?”

"Answer me." "That's... that's Marcus Veritas. Your father. And Elena Bishop. They were..." "Where's what?" "Together. Before things fell apart. Before the Sovereign Hand ripped them apart." "Elena Bishop." Celeste looked at Damien. "Adrian Bishop's daughter?" The man nodded. "She was supposed to be with your father. But then your mother showed up. Isabella. Changed everything." "What happened to Elena?" "She died. Having a baby. The kid lived but..." He stopped.

“Not only did she have a son without anyone knowing, but she was meeting with his father and working with the same people trying to attack the Pack!" This was far more interesting than I thought. "Gerald, you have to believe me, I tried to–” He cut her off, "you better hope to the moon goddess that Elena is able to pull this off, if not, you can as well bid farewell to that fancy mate of yours.” The disgust in his voice when he spoke about Alpha Tyler suggested there was more to the story.

“I hope you don’t mind me saying.” The story is that Elena’s family, of extremely high social status, perished in a fire, leaving only her and her Aunt Rosa, who has Guillain-Barré Syndrome. As far as I understand, the latter half is true. “Thank you,” Elena says. “That’s very kind.” “A shame indeed,” my father says, looking at me. “About your family.” “How’s the deal going, Father?” I ask, swiftly changing the subject. I see they already have their suspicions, but in our life, they’d never come outright and say it during dinner.

She signed a contract to save her dying mother: $2M for 1 year as a billionaire’s fake wife. No feelings. No touching. No problems. Until *George Herbert* started amending the terms. Move into my penthouse. Come to the board dinner. Sleep in my bed. Now his ex and his rival have proof of their fake marriage. 24 hours to betray him... or lose everything. George caught her meeting them. His punishment? She doesn’t get the guest room anymore. "From now on, you sleep in my bed. If we’re going to lie, we’re going to sell it." Elena wanted money. She didn’t expect the devil to look at her like she was the only thing that mattered. He wanted a cont

Adrian turned toward his father. “Tell me.” Matteo sighed. “Gabriel was part of the original investigation.” “What investigation?” “The one involving Elena's family.” Elena frowned. “My family?” “Yes.” Gabriel nodded. “Your father and I worked together.” Elena looked at her father. “Dad?” Her father, still weak from the gunshot, struggled to sit up. “Yes.” “You knew him?” He looked at Gabriel. “I did.” “Then why didn't you tell me?” “Because I thought he was dead.”

Richard's hospital room smelled faintly of antiseptic and the lilies Priya had brought that morning, his color noticeably better than it had been the week before, though his hands still trembled slightly against the blanket, veins standing out pale blue beneath thin skin. "Elena," he said, his voice thin but steady, "there is something I should have told you years ago." I felt Elena tense beside me, her hand tightening around mine as she pulled a chair closer to her father's bedside, the metal legs scraping softly against the linoleum. "What is it, Dad," she asked gently, leaning in as if she could catch the words before they fully left him. "Your mother knew Eleanor Sterling," Richard said.

“Explain.” Gerald exhaled slowly. “Her father… wasn’t just a businessman.” Another page. Another photograph. This one darker. Grainy. Taken from a distance. A warehouse. Men. Weapons. And Selene’s father standing in the middle of it. Dimitri cursed under his breath. “Black market operations.” Gerald nodded. “And worse.” He flipped again. A report. Marked CONFIDENTIAL. “Her mother,” Gerald continued, “was part of an underground genetic research program.”

Cynthion Group belonged to him and he would have a brighter future ahead to have his own business, instead of relying on the Young Family. "Dad, I don't think we need to rush in finding this person. We won't find them anytime soon even if we try. There's something else that I need to discuss with you." Gilbert said hesitantly. "What is it?" Elder Young asked. "It's about Iris and Leon. Those two have started dating!" Gilbert gritted out.

She was right. That night, Luca stood at the study door, hugging a pillow as he carefully asked, “Dad, will we ever see Mom again?” Damien looked at the child’s reddened eyes for a long time before finally sliding over a photograph. It was something the secretary had just found. A private weapons gallery in Turicum had updated the staff page on its website. Under the name section, it said—Elena Capello. In the photo, I was wearing an ordinary black coat, standing in front of a glass display case with a calm expression that could even be called relaxed.