Romances de Winistories

The doors of the meeting hall burst open, she didn’t walk — she invaded.Her heels struck the marble floor like thunder, each step deliberate, unforgiving. Conversations died mid-breath. Heads snapped up. Fear rippled across the long table.Her eyes were no longer human.They burned red.She didn’t bother sitting. She stopped at the center of the room and fixed her gaze on Axel like a blade finding flesh.“Did you do this?”The words rang sharp, merciless, echoing off glass and steel.Axel looked up slowly. Surprise flickered first — then hurt. Not the look of a man caught in guilt, but of one wounded by doubt.Around them, the board waited. Hungry. Expectant.Say it, she thought fiercely.Say no.Her fingers curled, nails biting into her palm as the red in her vision deepened—“Elara.”The voice wasn’t real.She blinked.The vision shattered.The real meeting hall came back into focus — bright lights, polished wood, restrained tension humming beneath forced civility. Executives sat r

Morning sunlight filtered through the gauzy curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the penthouse bedroom. Elara stirred slightly, her head resting against Axel’s bare chest, the rise and fall of his breath steady beneath her ear. For the first time in weeks, sleep had come without nightmares.But peace never lasted long in Elara Thornfield’s world.Axel’s phone buzzed sharply against the nightstand. He groaned softly, reaching for it without shifting too much.“Hello?” His voice was husky from sleep.Elara blinked awake when she felt his entire body go rigid beneath her.“What? When did this happen?” A pause. “I’m coming right now.”Axel sat up in a rush, already swinging his legs out of bed.“Axel?” Elara reached for his hand, concern instantly clouding her expression. “What’s wrong?”He looked over his shoulder, shaken. “Something’s gone wrong. A project… they said there’s been a scandal. Construction fra

The city lights shimmered through the penthouse windows, casting soft shadows across the sleek marble floor. The air carried a faint hint of jasmine—Elara’s signature scent—mingling with the crisp night breeze slipping through the slightly open balcony doors.Elara stood by the window, a glass of wine in her hand, staring at the skyline. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts—Victor’s visit, the hidden threats within Thornfield Industries, and the war she was waging both in the corporate world and the underworld.She barely noticed when the door clicked open behind her.“Elara,” Axel’s deep voice cut through the quiet.She turned, watching as he stepped inside, his tie already loosened and his sleeves rolled up. He looked tired, but his eyes softened the moment they met hers.“You should be asleep,” he murmured as he walked closer.She smirked, swirling the wine in her glass. “So should you.”Axel sighed, stopping just inc

Elara sat in her office, the city skyline stretching beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. The aftermath of Sandy’s capture lingered in her mind, his words playing on repeat: *They’re already inside your walls.* Thornfield Industries had been compromised, but by whom?A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts.“Come in,” she called.The door opened, and a familiar presence filled the room—Victor Lancaster, her late aunt’s husband. Though not a blood relative, Victor had always been like an uncle to her. His warm, steady presence was a rarity in her world of shadows and deception.“Elara,” he greeted, his voice smooth and comforting. “It’s been too long.”She allowed herself a small smile as she stood to embrace him. “Victor. It has.”He stepped back, studying her with knowing eyes. “You look exhausted. And before you deny it, remember I’ve known you since you were a child.”Elara smirked. “I suppose lying to you wo

The office was silent except for the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall. The storm outside cast flickering shadows through the vast glass windows, mirroring the chaos brewing in Elara’s mind.Sandy’s words echoed relentlessly—“They’re already inside your walls.”Someone inside Thornfield Industries was betraying her.Her fingers tapped against the mahogany desk as she scanned the file in front of her. A list of everyone who had access to restricted company data stared back at her. Too many names. Too many possibilities. Too many cracks forming in the empire she built.Sophia stood across from her, arms crossed. “We checked security logs. No unauthorized access, no external breach.” She hesitated before adding, “That means the leak is someone close.”Elara exhaled slowly. The weight of betrayal was heavier than any threat from the outside. Thornfield Industries was impenetrable by design. If someone had managed to slip ins

The dim glow of a single bulb illuminated the warehouse’s cold interior. Chains clanked as Sandy groaned, his wrists bound to a steel chair. Blood dripped from a cut on his temple, a grim reminder of Elara’s earlier fury.She stood before him, arms crossed, her gaze like a blade slicing through the tension in the room. Sophia leaned against the metal table nearby, her sharp eyes scanning Sandy’s every move.“Elara,” Sandy spat, his voice hoarse. “You think this changes anything?” He let out a bitter chuckle. “You have no idea what you’re up against.”Elara’s lips curled into a smirk. “I know exactly what I’m up against. What I don’t know is who you’ve been working with.” She stepped closer, her heels clicking against the concrete. “And that’s the only thing keeping you alive right now.”Sandy scoffed but flinched when she grabbed his jaw, forcing him to meet her cold gaze. “I don’t have time for your games,” she murmured. “So, I’ll ask once—who’s feeding you information about Thornfie