Novel & Cerita Who Is Elena Gilbert's Dad

he replied and I couldn't help but bark out a short, sarcastic laugh "My what? Tell me you're joking, dad" His lips curled in a displeased look "Why would I be joking? I'm not a clown. You said it yourself; you don't have a woman in your life. You should be grateful that I thought ahead and took it upon myself to find you a suitable woman. Elena is the only child and daughter of Michael and Christina Bassett, the owners of the largest law firm in the country. Trust me when I say you wouldn't find any other woman as perfect as Elena"

“No, tell him who her dad is!” “Her dad?” I began losing the plot. What did her father have to do with any of this? Stanfield lowered his head, ignoring my eyes. “George Torres, DEA agent on probation and former partner of Stevie Maddens—the agent you got accused of murdering.” I froze. “What do you mean?” My legs felt numb, my head spun, and nothing else made sense. Elena, my Elena, the daughter of a DEA Agent? There must’ve been some kind of mistake.

Once Gilbert was in the meeting room, he spoke without preamble. “I only have a son, and that’s Adrian. Because of you, he has disrupted my scheme. This upsets me. Even though I blamed him for that, he’s still my son.” Paul looked at Gilbert as his gaze turned cold. “You and the Coleman family have completely defeated us.” “Is there something you want to say? Just say it. Your son's death has nothing to do with me,” Gilbert said coldly. “Are you getting married?” Paul evaded his question.

Mister Gilberto said with a smirk of confidence playing on his lips, while Marco sighed again. Whatever you say sir. He replied calmly, trying not to show how disturbed he was with how Elena had ran off to Vincent, and didn't even spare him a glance. Weren't they once lovers, or was all that gone with the winds? He wondered in deep thoughts, and with a frown outlining his features. Mister Gilberto noticing his sudden silence turned to give him an assessing look and then a grin took over his features. No way. He said and then chuckled. There is no way you are still in love with my daughter right? He asked but Marco was not sure he wanted to answer that question.

“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.”

“There’s a lot your mother didn’t tell you. About who she was. Who your father really was.” “Then tell me,” I said. “Tell me everything.” He hesitated. Then, for the first time since I met him, Matteo Valerio sat beside me. Not across the room. Not towering over me. Beside me. And he told me a story. About Elena Santos—the woman who once led a double life as the daughter of a crime boss and a CIA informant. About her decision to run. About her love affair with a man named Rafael Aragon. My real father.

Ellis had schemed against her last time, and he bore a grudge against her entire family. Sebastian said with a sneer, "Gilbert, I heard from Dad that you grew up abroad. The education abroad must be very good, so why don't you even greet your elders when you see them?" Gilbert looked at him mockingly with a smile: "That also depends on what kind of elder? Someone who would even scheme against their own niece, is *he* worthy?" Tony's face changed instantly, but he didn't want to argue with a junior at this moment.

Alex clarified. Elena smiled and nodded, sliding herself onto the bed and relaxing her back on it. "I... I still can't believe this. You found my dad, Alex." She looked at him. "What about my mom?" Alex lay on his side and placed a kiss on her forehead. "She's been dead a very long time ago." He told her. She gaped. "Oh. That's...sad." Alex nodded. "Yes, I know." Elena equally nodded then she chuckled. "It's funny how your godfather turns out to be my real father."

Elena My heart sank with despair. I didn’t want to hurt my dad after what he was going through. But I couldn’t agree to his wishes. “But that’s not what I want, Dad. I can’t do justice to your business. There’s too much interference from Uncle Gerard and his family.” Uncle Gerard was my dad’s domineering youngest brother. He and his two sons handled the business successfully. There was no place in it for a novice like me. They didn’t want my presence, and I wasn’t interested in battling it out with them.

"He's been nothing but kind and protective. I don't know what I would have done without him." I felt relieved when Elena assured me that I didn't have to share my entire story. It was comforting to know that I could confide in her when I was ready. With a sigh of gratitude, I leaned back into the sofa and listened as Elena began to tell me about herself. Elena's father was a warlock, the leader of the sentinels, while her mother was a regular werewolf. As she spoke, I noticed a hint of sadness in her eyes, and her voice wavered slightly when she mentioned her family. I could tell that her family situation was a sensitive topic for her.