MasukElena’s POVI didn't answer Bianca. I went to find the only person here I had come for.The garden room was a deep sea of strangers, a few familiar faces bobbing among them. I waded through.Then I heard her, that low, rough voice that had been my comfort for so long. "Elena," she called, holding out both hands.I pushed through the last few guests and reached her. Her hands were thin, but they gripped mine hard. I looked into her face. The creased cheeks, the wisps of white hair.She was looking at my left hand, not my face. "There it is," she said, a small smile on her lips.I felt, more than saw, Bianca's emerald dress flash into the corner of my vision. She bent to kiss Grandma's cheek. "Happy birthday, Grandma."Grandma glanced at Bianca, but her gaze lingered on the chain of pearls at her throat. "Pretty pearls," she said. "Mine are real." Then she turned back to me, as if Bianca had never been there. Bianca's fingers went to her pearls. Then she drifted away.Grandma patted the
Elena’s POV"Not beige," Tracy said, holding up the midnight blue. "Never beige again."I sighed, but I could feel my lips twitching. "I don't need anything fancy. It's just a colleague's birthday.""Which colleague?" Tracy asked, unzipping the dress. She looked at me expectantly."Not today," I said, shifting my weight.Tracy stared at me for a moment, then zipped me into the dress.Tracy loosened the waist without being asked, running her hands along the sides. "Looser," she said. "You said so last time."My hand rested on my stomach for a second, but neither of us commented."Borrowed," Tracy said, handing me her small diamond studs. "Bring them back with a story."I slipped the earrings on. "I'll try," I promised.Downstairs, Bellamy was waiting by the door. He took in the dress, then my face. "Call if you need a car," he said."I'll take a taxi," I replied. He nodded once and opened the door for me.I could see the taxi lights outside the gates. I walked slowly, ignoring the urge
Elena’s POVFor a second I couldn't speak. Then, "You told me you signed it."His chest rose and fell as he breathed. "I told you what you wanted to hear. You hung up on me.""You lied.""I delayed.""Delayed until when?""Until you stop this.""Then I'll make it easy. I'll take nothing. Keep every cent. Sign the paper.""Nothing." He almost smiled. "Grandma married you to me when I couldn't open my eyes. You think a signature undoes that?""Your grandmother asked, and I said yes. If marriage cured comas, Julian, they'd build chapels instead of hospitals."I came around the desk. "You ignored this marriage when you had it. Three years. You looked straight through me at every breakfast, every dinner, every night you left for her." My voice didn't rise. "You don't get to want it now because someone else might."He laughed, once, sharp and breathless. "So there is someone else.""I'll see you in court, Julian."Something in his face cracked then. "Is that his plan? Your colleague?" He je
JulianI stared out the window of my car, watching the city blur past with my fingers digging into the armrest while an ache settled deep in my chest. I missed Elena.The silence of our empty house gnawed at me every night with the reality of her absence feeling like a wound I refused to acknowledge aloud. My pride demanded that I drag her back by force and crush whoever dared to fund her escape but a sudden realization shifted my perspective.If I attacked her mysterious investors and forced her hand through intimidation, she would only despise me more. I wanted her to return to me willingly. I needed her to walk back through my front door on her own two feet, admitting she made a mistake.“Turn the car around,” I ordered.“Sir?” my driver asked, glancing into the rearview mirror.“Cancel the pursuit and head back to the office,” I instructed him, reaching for my phone to send a quick message to my security team. “Revoke the bounty. We are standing down for now.”The driver nodded, m
ElenaI stepped out of the private elevator and walked into the vast living space of the penthouse. The rich scent of the penthouse immediately washed over me, instantly melting the lingering stress from my shoulders.Noah stood by the kitchen island pulling a tray of roasted vegetables from the oven while Finn arranged a ridiculous amount of food across the long dining table.“The conquering hero returns,” Finn cheered, setting a bowl of pasta down and tossing a dish towel over his shoulder.“I survived my first day,” I smiled, dropping my purse onto the nearest armchair before walking over to hug them both. “So what's this emergency about?”“You look exhausted,” Noah noted, gesturing toward the spread of food. “This is the emergency. Come on.. we're not all here but at least Finn and I are free, so we wanted to hangout over an early dinner. Sit down and eat. We made your favorites to celebrate your new beginning.”The dread eating me up since I saw the message instantly gave way to
ElenaBianca slapped both her hands flat against the top of my desk with the sharp smack echoed in the small room and rattling the pens I had carefully aligned earlier.“You are using this job to get back at me,” Bianca hissed, leaning over the desk to glare into my face. “You think you can play doctor and diagnose me just to get petty revenge for your failed marriage. You orchestrated this whole setup.”I leaned back in my chair and folded my hands over her intake file, refusing to match her frantic energy.“Your marriage and mine are separate issues, Bianca, and no one forced you to book an appointment here. You use your pregnancy and your exaggerated grief as tools of emotional control. You manufacture these health crises because you deeply fear Julian will discard you the second you become inconvenient to his daily routine.”“You know nothing about us!” Bianca screamed. She snatched her handbag off the floor and clutched it against her chest like a shield. “You are just jealous be







