Elena’s POV I had no idea who this lady is or whatever connection she thinks she has with me and I am certainly not a gold digger. “I think you have mistaken me for someone else.” I said, trying to ease down the boiling tension. “You’re funny.” Victoria said letting out a loud and contagious laugh. “Aren’t you the alleged wife of Adrian?” Adrian? Why does that name sounds familiar? I know this man. “Who is Adrian? I have no idea who he is.” I said, my hands holding my other as goosebump invaded my body. “Damn! He had to choose a psychopath over me.” Victoria said in low murmurs. “What do you mean by that? Are you going crazy? I can’t believe that he is trying to replace me with a mad woman like you.” “I’m not a mad woman neither am I trying to take your place. I have no business with you, Victoria. This has been a big misunderstanding and mix up.” I said, my voice trembling. “Are you calling me a liar?” Victoria asked. “I never said that but actually I think you are.
Elena’s POV “You’re not my husband. I don’t remember getting married. I don’t even remember you.” I said. The man was quiet for a moment. He walked up to me and cupped my chin with his hands. “Well, you’ll have to find out if we are married or not.” The man said. Find out? What does he mean I have to find out? Dr. Bernice walked in with a file held tightly against his chest. “I have her documents ready. She can be discharged now.” Dr. Bernice said, stretching the documents before the director, his hands shaking. The man released my chin. “Get her ready and ensure she’s delivered to the address I sent to your mail.” He said, stepping out of the room. “Who is he?” I spat out. “The reason you’re still alive. Get ready to be discharged, you’ll be going to the Blackwoods mansion.” Dr. Bernice said taking the drip off my hand. Blackwoods? The name sounds familiar. “I’m not going anywhere!” I yelled. I held the frame of the bed. “It wasn’t a request. You’re t
Elena’s POV my eyes slowly opened and all I could hear was slow and subtle beeping from a medical device positioned opposite me. A drip was fixated on my hand. I was confused. Where was I? I tried to sit up but I felt a sharp pain on my head and my memories surged. I was hit by an incoming car while trying to avoid the stranger who had called me—the stranger. The thought invaded my mind and I quickly scan the ward with my eyes in search of my phone but it was nowhere to be find. In my state of confusion a nurse walked in, she was a red head and had freckles that complimented her. She was slender, tall and could pass for a model. The nurse noticed my confusion and gestured towards me, drawing my attention. “Have you seen my phone? I need my phone!” I asked, looking tensed. “You have to relax. You just survived a major accident, it’s a miracle how you’re still alive. I’m nurse Eva and I’ll be in charge of you.” Nurse Eva said, her smile still plastered on her face like a
Elena's POV I shove a spoon of soup into my mouth. I remembered everything as my head that was in a mess began to clear up. I had met with him at an event, he was the CEO of the Blackwoods Conglomerate. While in my thoughts I got a call from Maggie, my sister. I watched as the phone rang on the table, slowly vibrating. I was hesitant at first but at the third ring I picked up. “Where have you been?!” Maggie yelled. I could feel the anger and urgency in her voice. Something was off. “I told you I was off to cover an event among the elites last night. I had a really bad night and an awful morning so I'm not in the mood for your early morning rants today.” I said, resting my head on my hands. “This isn't about how your night went or how your day is going, have you seen the news? What have you been up to? Were you only covering the event or covering the CEO of the Blackwoods Conglomerate?” Maggie said, bluntly. “What do you mean?” I asked, I wiped my eyes with my hands as I sat upri
Elena’s POV The bed felt so soft, the smell from the bed sheet smelt different. I rolled over, the bed quite bigger than the bed I was used to. My hands slowly pat the empty side of the bed only to feel pillows, as I turned, a sharp beam of light flashes through the curtains poking my eyes. I squinted immediately, my hands rubbing my eyes. I turned to see a man standing by the window side at the other end. I looked at the room, taking it all in. The large floor to ceiling window was draped in expensive curtains and the room was large enough to contain five king size beds. By the corner of the room was a mini bar with all kinds of wines in stock. I turned, my eyes darting towards the empty wine glass on the bed side table, a half burnt cigarette and a half filled glass of wine. My gaze went back to the man standing by the window. He was adjusting his cufflinks, he stood there not bothered by my obvious confusion. I tried to recall what happened but my head aches, it suddenly felt he
Elena's POV The kiss started as an accident, a brief brush of lips fueled by too much wine and something unspoken in the air between us. But the second one—that wasn’t a mistake. That was deliberate. Slow.Adrian’s hand curled around the back of my neck, drawing me closer. His lips moved against mine with a confidence that made my stomach clench. I could taste the wine on his tongue, warm and heady, mixing with my own.I should have pulled away. Should have remembered who he was, where we were. But logic was a distant whisper, drowned out by the thundering of my pulse.Somewhere in the background, a polite cough broke through the haze. I pulled back slightly, my breath coming too fast, my skin too hot.Adrian’s gaze was heavy-lidded, unreadable. “Let’s get out of here,” he murmured.A warning bell rang faintly in the back of my mind, but it was overpowered by the way his fingers traced slow, deliberate circles against my thigh.I exhaled shakily. “Where?”His lips curved into a smirk
Elena's POV The hall was filled with notable figures from across New York City. Within these halls, golden chandeliers hung above casting a warm glow of yellow light on the guests beneath it, a contrast to the dark blue light outside the night sky of New York City. At every corner, men and women in tailored suits and designer gowns—worth more than my rent—moved in effortless conversation, champagne glasses poised between manicured fingers.I stood at the other end, my hand smoothing my skirt and my other hand positioning the ID card hung on my neck. Elena Carter Journalist New York Times My gaze fell to the ID on my neck, I felt so proud. I had worked hard for this. A few years ago, I was running around every corner of New York City searching for stories that would make a good headline but now here I am, I was even invited to give a speech at the opening charity event where all notable elites from across the city were invited.Meanwhile, as I was drowning in my thoughts a familia