Who Is Elena Gilbert's Dad Novels & Stories

“Or more secrets? You froze when Adrian mentioned Lucas Hart. Your father. Don’t deny it anymore.” Elena looked out the window. “Fine. Lucas Hart was my dad. The scandal destroyed us. But I’m not here to hurt you now. This marriage… it’s complicated.” “Complicated?” I pulled into the penthouse garage and killed the engine. “You’re shaking again. Same as last night. Talk to me. Are you S? The woman I stayed up nights talking to?” We got out and headed inside. She didn’t answer until we were in the living room.

But this time it wasn’t there. For once, the choice actually felt like hers. Elena stood slowly. Outside, the protesters continued shouting beyond the gates. Cameras flashed. Somewhere a news helicopter circled the sky. The world had decided who they were. Villain. Victim. Monster. Gold digger. But the truth was messier than any headline. Her father was alive because of Julian. Sameer had tried to destroy them both. And somewhere between manipulation and obsession, something complicated and dangerous had grown between her and the man standing in front of her now.

I shook her hand, my eye noticing the large diamond rock on her finger, "How's your dad doing? He must be pleased that you're finally settling down?" Caleb came from money, lots of it. His father was a well-known businessman, and one of the most notorious billionaire players. He always had a different woman on his arm. "He is, but Gramps is pretty pissed with him. Mind if we join you?" "Not at all," I offered a smile to Selma. Caleb and I had been inseparable since we met at school, I had been fourteen and he was fifteen. We had dated from the ages of fifteen and sixteen to twenty and twenty-one.

And judging by the way Elena had reacted, the sudden tension Caleb had noted in his report, this Adrian wasn't just some forgotten acquaintance. He was someone she still thought about. Someone she still cared about. My grip tightened on the glass. I'd done my research on Elena Campbell before her father sold her to me like livestock. Good student. Quiet girl. Dropped out of college to care for her sick mother, worked several jobs, never once asked my worthless nephew Jake for a dime despite dating him. Clean record. No criminal history. No suspicious connections. But a man nine years older? Someone she'd known before high school, apparently?

They were also the ones who chose a selfish jerk over the man who gave them everything. Now, the truth was out, and Lincoln stood there like a man turned to stone. Caleb was the first to react. He turned on Lincoln with kicks and punches. "You liar! You're not my dad! My dad is the one from the powerful family! You lied to me! You made me lose my dad!" As I watched Caleb throw his tantrum at Lincoln, I could only sigh. Genetics really were a terrifying thing. I should have known all along. There was no way someone like me could have had a son like that. And yet, I had never gone out of my way to confirm what I had long suspected.

"But there has to be a reason my father paid Shah millions for thirty years." Elena was holding Rose and Violet against her chest and they were both sleeping peacefully. "Marcus said they collect genetic material from specific families." "Families with certain traits." I closed my eyes and tried to piece everything together even though my thoughts moved slower than they should. "But what traits?" "I don't understand what any of this has to do with us," Elena said. I opened my eyes and looked at her holding our daughters. "Grace." "What about Grace?" "Grace and Sophia and you and Lily." The pieces were starting to connect in my mind. "You all look alike."

"Have you found anything about the woman yet? I can’t stop thinking about her.” Soren’s eyes flicked to Elena. She stood there, robe slightly open, looking vulnerable and beautiful as ever. “I’m close, Dad,” he replied, and gulped down. “Very close.” Without waiting for his father's response, Soren hung up the call and turned his gaze back to Elena, who was now looking at him with wide, uncertain eyes.

“She’s also the person who knows the most about the channels our enemies might use.” Elena glanced at the folder my father had shoved on the table. “I drove in because I wanted to offer assistance.” She stepped forward then and, with an effortless motion, produced a leather-bound tablet from her bag. She set it on the console, tapping it so the screen lit up. What showed were emails, PDFs, little lines of code and timestamped transfers. The kind of things that would make a banker sweat. Dad’s face hardened as he read. “What exactly are we looking at?” he demanded.

“How did you know it dad?” Emir giggled. “A kind of superpower, perhaps!” Elena chuckled. “Gosh…I just knew my dad is one of the Avengers.” They chuckled, Angelo grinned. Emir stopped chuckling. “How is your mom?” “She got a therapy today,” Elena answered. There was a pause. “Dad, I am going to take this assignment. I want to know why Edward is being involved in this assignment. Why Gabrièl seems so jealous with him? I want to know what is the story beyond the surface.” Elena inhaled.

Victoria Gilbert! "I'll definitely come." I accepted his invitation ofcourse, I always wait to spend some time with him. "Thank you very much." He smiled. "Oh yes." I suddenly shouted while grabbing his attention. "I have told dad about Elena, so there is no need for you to take tension anymore." When he remembered everything, he yelled "Fuck!" "I forgot that dad isn't aware that I've hired Elena for the company." He said, and I shook my head, "Yes." "How has he reacted?" He inquired