LOGINElena~
One week later~ It had been seven quiet days since everything shattered, and somehow I'd decided to go to this reunion I'd avoided for years maybe because Lila was coming with me, maybe because for once I wanted to walk in and be seen, not hidden in the shadows like before. The black dress traced every curve of me fierce and deliberate, my hair twisted into a perfect bun with just a few loose strands framing my face, red lipstick burning on my lips like it dared anyone to look away, silver earrings catching the light like tiny weapons. Tonight I wanted to look better than anyone, especially her that cunning bitch Nina who'd spent years humiliating me back in school, making me feel small and worthless. I stared into the mirror at this sharp, unfamiliar reflection and almost smirked I wasn't that scared Elena anymore, not after Alex's betrayal had burned away every weak piece of me. He'd been calling nonstop, his messages dripping with pathetic guilt: "I'm sorry, Elena. Please forgive me." Two years together and he'd thrown it away for some slut, that whore who thought she could steal what was mine. He found out last week about what I did to her how I'd beaten that lying witch until her fake smile shattered and his text still echoed: "How could you, Elena?" How could I? He should've asked how I stopped, because I wasn't satisfied yet, not when I knew he'd probably cheated before with god knows how many others, lying to my face that it was just "one time" because he was drunk what a fucking loser, pathetic cheater. I grabbed my clutch, gave the mirror one last dangerous smile, and stepped out as Lila honked impatiently the city lights flickered like they were waiting for me, each click of my heels on the pavement feeling like a warning to the world. The car pulled up to the grand resort, and as I stepped onto the marble floor it hit like a punctuation mark sharp, deliberate, impossible to ignore. Lila grinned beside me in the dim gold light, the air buzzing with music and chatter, and this was it, the reunion everyone had waited for. Inside, laughter bounced off the chandeliered ceiling, old classmates with familiar faces and fake smiles staring as I walked in, their eyes following like I'd become some secret they couldn't figure out. Then I saw her Nina, still hiding behind layers of designer makeup and insecurity, that same smirk freezing the second our eyes met. For once I didn't shrink. I felt dangerous, powerful, like all the pain Alex put me through had forged me into something unbreakable. Whispers trailed Lila and me as we moved deeper—"Is that really Elena? She looks incredible. You've changed so much"—and maybe I had, maybe this fierce version was who I was always meant to be before betrayal tried to bury her. Nina slid into our group conversation, her voice sugary poison. "Wow, Elena… didn't expect you to actually make it. Guess miracles do happen." I tilted my head, swirling my glass. "Miracles? Yeah, like how you still squeeze into that dress, bitch." The table went dead silent someone coughed, Lila hid a laugh and Nina's face drained pale, her confidence cracking exactly like she'd cracked mine years ago. This time the power shifted for good, and she knew it. Dinner dragged with clinking glasses and drunken nostalgia, but I felt Nina's poisonous stare crawling over me she hadn't forgotten the humiliation, and I wasn't letting her recover. As everyone stood for the final toast, Tara leaned in with a grin. "So Elena, we've heard you're seeing someone. Who's the lucky guy?" The question caught me mid-sip, heat rising as all eyes turned, but before I could dodge Nina's sharp laugh cut through. "Oh come on, what kind of guy would even look at her?" My pulse hammered but I didn't flinch I set my glass down with a deliberate click. "Oh I do have a boyfriend," I said smooth and calm, meeting her venom with fire. "He's charming, heartbreakingly handsome, rich beyond imagination… and dangerous. A mafia boss, actually." The air sucked out conversations died, eyes widened, even Nina's mouth hung open in shock. I smiled through the guilt twisting inside because none of it was true Alex had been a CEO, powerful but a lying cheater who'd shattered me, and here I was weaving a new lie just to watch Nina squirm, just to feel untouchable again. What have I done? I thought, forcing that confident smirk as reality hit after everything I'd been through, was I really becoming someone who lied to feel strong, or was this the armor I needed to survive him? Then warm, steady fingers slid around my waist from behind, my heart slamming into my throat as every muscle locked a shiver ran down my spine from that dangerous perfume before the low voice brushed my ear. I looked up, eyes widening, breath hitching when I saw who it was. *** Your comments and reviews motivate me a lot. Do share your thoughts SoraAdrian’s POVI had seen Elena in expensive dresses before, but tonight felt different in a way I could not quite explain without sounding like a fool.Maybe it was the color. A soft champagne shade that seemed to catch the light every time she moved, warm and delicate and somehow still impossible to ignore. Maybe it was the way the dress fit her so perfectly, fitted through the waist and falling in graceful layers that made her look like she had stepped out of something far too beautiful to be real. Or maybe it was simply Elena herself, because she had that effect on me whether she was wearing silk, anger, or one of those stubborn little expressions that usually meant she was about to say something sharp.Tonight, though, she looked breathtaking.Not in the empty way people used that word when they wanted to sound poetic. I mean breathtaking in the truest sense of it. The kind that actually made my chest tighten for a second and reminded me, very inconveniently, that I was still ca
Adrian’s POVI stood on the balcony of my villa in Italy, the morning sun warm on my face, but my mind was already running at full speed.Engaged.The word still felt strange, but in the best way. Elena had said yes. She was going to be my wife. After all the mistakes, the fights, the months of trying to prove myself, she had chosen me. The diamond on her finger was proof of that.I wasn’t the type to get excited easily, but today I felt it — a quiet, deep satisfaction mixed with something sharper. I wanted this wedding to be perfect for her. She deserved the grandest celebration money could buy, and I was going to give it to her.I turned and walked back inside, where Marco was already waiting with a tablet in hand.“Boss,” he said, straightening up.“Listen carefully,” I told him, voice low and firm. “The engagement party starts tomorrow. I want everything perfect. Venue, flowers, food, lighting, security — nothing less than flawless. Hire the best chefs, the best decorators. Mo
Elena’s POVI stepped inside the house late the next evening, the emerald dress carefully folded in a bag and Adrian’s diamond ring sparkling brightly on my left hand.The lights in the living room were still on. Mom and Dad were sitting on the couch, clearly waiting for me. Mom looked curious and a little worried. Dad looked… well, like Dad — arms crossed, eyebrows already furrowed.“You’re late,” Dad said the moment I closed the door.“I know. Sorry.” I walked over, kissed Mom on the cheek, then gave Dad a quick hug before sitting down on the armchair across from them. “It was a long night… yesterday.”Mom leaned forward, eyes scanning my face. “So? What happened? Where did he take you? You look… different.”I couldn’t stop the small smile that tugged at my lips. I lifted my left hand slowly and let the ring catch the light.Mom gasped. “Elena… is that…?”Dad’s eyes narrowed instantly on the diamond. “What is that?”I took a deep breath. “Adrian proposed yesterday night.”Silence fi
Elena’s POV The ring felt heavy on my finger, but in the best possible way. We were still standing on that beautiful terrace, the lights of the hills twinkling below us. Adrian hadn’t let go of me since I said yes. His arms were wrapped around my waist, forehead resting against mine, like he was afraid I might disappear if he loosened his grip. I pulled back just enough to look at him properly. “You really planned all this? The dress, the dinner, the ring… without giving me even a hint?” A small, rare smile touched his lips. “I wanted it to be a surprise.” “You succeeded,” I muttered, glancing down at the sparkling diamond again. “I feel like I just stepped into one of those romantic movies I used to make fun of.” His hand came up to cup my cheek, thumb brushing slowly across my skin. “You said yes.” “I did.” I bit my lip, trying to keep my voice steady even though my heart was still racing. “Doesn’t mean I’m not going to make you work for it though.” Adrian’s eyes darkened w
Elena’s POVThe morning started peacefully enough.I was in the kitchen helping Mom with breakfast when the doorbell rang. Dad went to answer it, and a few moments later he walked back in carrying a large, elegant black box with a silver ribbon. His face was already tight with suspicion.“This just arrived for you,” he said, placing the box on the table. “From him.”I knew exactly who “him” was.My heart gave a little jump as I untied the ribbon and lifted the lid. Inside lay the most beautiful evening gown I had ever seen — deep emerald green, silky fabric that shimmered under the light, with delicate lace details along the neckline and sleeves. Beneath it were matching heels, a small jewelry box, and a simple white card.I picked up the card first.Wear this tonight. Be ready at 8. I’ll pick you up.No questions. Just trust me.— AA short laugh escaped me. “Of course he’d say ‘no questions’.”Mom leaned over, eyes widening. “Oh, Elena… that dress is stunning.”Dad, however, didn’t
Elena’s POVThe first full day back in my parents’ house felt both comforting and strangely foreign.I woke up in my old bedroom, sunlight filtering through the familiar lace curtains. The same bed, the same photos on the wall, the same faint smell of lavender from mom’s favorite detergent. For a moment it felt like the last two years had never happened. Then I remembered I wasn’t a teenager anymore, and the man I was slowly falling for again was somewhere out there doing God-knows-what in his dark world.I stretched and got out of bed, already missing the weight of Adrian’s arm around me from the nights we’d spent together in New York. Pathetic, really. One week of good mornings with him and I was already spoiled.Downstairs, the kitchen smelled like fresh coffee and buttery toast. Mom was at the stove flipping pancakes, and Dad sat at the table reading the newspaper like old times.“Morning,” I said, kissing mom on the cheek before sliding into my usual chair.Mom turned with a br
Lila's POVThe guest room spun around me in a haze of red lipstick and betrayal, Enzo's bare chest rising and falling slow while those sickening crimson smears mocked every promise he'd ever whispered. My hands shook so bad I could barely see through the tears, snot dripping ugly down my chin as I
Third Person POVThe penthouse doorbell chimed sharp through the open layout, pulling Lila from her sketching at the kitchen island where sunlight streamed across her fresh moodboards. Enzo glanced up from his laptop in the living room, brow furrowing nobody buzzed up without clearance. "Stay here
Elena's POV I still can't believe this is happening. Got the call yesterday afternoon Paris Fashion Week, one of the biggest luxury brands in Europe wants me for their spring campaign visuals. Complete rebrand package: lookbooks, runway graphics, digital assets, the works. Six figures, week-lon
Lila's POVMorning sunlight sliced through my bedroom curtains hitting me square in the face while I groaned rolling over expecting some peace after last night's restaurant revenge feast but instead the doorbell rang sharp and insistent three times before 9 AM like the universe itself conspired aga







