Romans & histoires Guess Ella

She was not letting go of her only chance of escape. Ella could feel her heart race rapidly as she felt both shock and joy once Gina had made it past the border line.

Layla's genuine concern for Elias contrasted starkly with her treatment of Rachel. Ellie, on the verge of tears, pleaded, "Rachel, how could you do this? Do you know how happy Elias and I were when we found out we had a sister? You've indeed suffered all these years, but Mom had her reasons! Can't you just treat us nicer, considering we share the same mom?" Ellie portrayed the image of a damsel in distress, feigning innocence and a sense of being wronged. She was almost on the brink of tears. Although not the brightest, she displayed strong feelings of jealousy and infatuation with handsome men.

”Yes he is," she said lying through her teeth as she tried to compose herself over the phone. “I am actually talking about my Ex boyfriend, who is Ella's fiance. I saw Ella at his place when I went to pay him a visit," she clarified, restructuring her lie. “What? Are you saying Ella is out of Marcel’s mansion?" Elijah asked, surprised. “Yes. She is currently at my ex's place now," Gloria answered. ”Are you sure about this?" Elijah asked again and that got Gloria angry. “Do I look like I am joking to you? I am damn serious here!" She yelled.

"How did you and Gael meet?" Elma shifted nervously in her seat, glancing over at Gael for support. Before she could respond, however, Gael jumped in. "We met in Los Angeles," he said quickly. "At a fashion runway show I was attending. Elma's a model." Mrs. Edgar raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. "A model, you say? I find that hard to believe. I've never heard of you, dear." Elma shifted in her seat, clearly uncomfortable under Mrs. Edgar's scrutiny. "Yes, I am a model. I've been working in the industry for a few years now," she said, trying to remain calm.

They followed Elisa, who was blabbering. “Where is Gwen?” Annie asked her husband in which Ella overheard. “I don’t know, but I called her already. She told me she’s going here,” Ronaldo replied. The three of them sat on the chair while Elisa prepares. “Who is Gwen? I’m sorry, I overheard you talk about her,” Ella curiously asked.as she fumbled on the utensil. “She's our daughter. Her real name is Gwyneth,” Ronaldo answered her question gently. Ella nodded her head and remained silent while waiting for food to be served. A sudden knock on the door interrupted them.

The longer they were blind to her true identity, the easier it would be to dismantle their lives piece by piece. Elara turned away from the balcony and re-entered the ballroom, her movements graceful and controlled. The gown she wore—emerald green silk that flowed like water around her—caught the light as she moved, drawing the eyes of those around her. She could feel their gazes on her, the curiosity and speculation that had followed her since she first arrived in the city. Elena Grey had quickly become the subject of whispers, a mysterious figure who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, capturing the attention of society with her beauty and poise.

Gabe nods his head, “I get it. I will stay and watch you both. It really is intriguing to me, how the relationships work between each couple.” “I really do think that you will be impressed by the show. I will give you a heads up, but only because you are a good friend of hers...Ella is what you call a pain slut; a masochist if you will. She gets off on pain, so please don’t think that what we do up there is all on me, because believe me, it isn’t. There are times when I have to refuse giving her more pain because I feel as though she’s had enough.”

he said and turned to leave. "By the way, I'm Edward Nates. What's yours?" He said as he turned back. Then he remembered that I got no name. "So since you are like my personal property now, I would need to give you a name. So I would call you... Ella". "Duh" I replied and entered.

“She is brave. So is anyone who steps into the spotlight. But motives are complicated. People like stories. Stories sell. Stories get them attention.” “You mean she wants applause,” I said. “I mean she wants to be seen,” Giselle said. “Some people wear trials like medals. They like the light.” I moved my jaw. “Elena is not doing this for fame,” I said. “You don’t see the world she came from,” Giselle said. Her words were sharp and casual. “She will do fine if she learns our rules.” “I’m not sure,” I said. “You should not comment on other people’s motives.”

Angela clung to her phone tightly, lips pressed shut, refusing to speak. Ella, however, understood the entire situation and was now visibly furious. “Matthew, can’t you see? She took every single cent that Giselle risked her life to earn.”