All Chapters of I NEED YOU, ELENA: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter 92SAFE ISN’T SAFEELENA, The silence in the safehouse was deceptive. Too perfect. Too still.Even the wind, which howled outside like some long-forgotten spirit, couldn’t penetrate the oppressive quiet that pressed against the walls. I sat upright in bed, every sense on edge. The floor beneath me vibrated with the faintest creaks, the kind old houses made as they settled into themselves—but this wasn’t just an old house. This was supposed to be a fortress. Hidden. Secure. Untouchable.Yet my pulse said otherwise.I pressed a hand against my stomach. The baby—just a whisper of life—rested within me, and already, my instincts were sharper. Louder. Every inch of me screamed that something was wrong. I couldn’t explain it, but I felt watched. Hunted. Like prey in a cage disguised as safety.I slipped on a hoodie, not bothering with shoes, and crept out of the room. The hallway yawned before me, long and dimly lit by a single emergency bulb hanging above. Shadows danced along the

Chapter 94UNCLE'S OFFERELENAThe press conference was televised live. Every major network covered it—New York Post, Sinclair Daily, even Morning Sunrise. It wasn’t just a statement. It was a performance.Jonathan Sinclair stood at the podium, flanked by two security guards and a wall of glistening flags behind him. The backdrop of the Sinclair Tower added to the spectacle. His silver hair was impeccably combed back, his bespoke charcoal suit flawless, and his voice—steady, calculated—commanded the room.“To the public, to our shareholders, and most importantly, to my beloved niece, Elena…” His voice dipped lower. “I offer not just an apology, but a promise.”I watched from the living room couch, fists clenched so tightly my knuckles turned white. Ryan stood behind me, pacing like a caged wolf.“I have made grave mistakes,” Jonathan continued. “The death hoax, the manipulation—it ends now. I was a desperate man trying to protect this empire, but in doing so, I forgot what truly matte

Chapter 96 FAMILY COURTELENAI never thought I’d set foot in a courtroom again—not after everything I’d been through. But there I was, seated beside Ryan in a cold, echoing chamber that reeked of perfume, arrogance, and rehearsed lies. The polished wood, the artificial light, the judge’s impassive gaze—it all felt like a twisted theater where the truth was only allowed to speak if it wore the right suit.Sasha sat across from me, her strawberry-blonde hair curled to perfection, lips painted in the shade of deception. And Jason—God, Jason—looked smug in his tailored suit, his arm draped behind Sasha as if they were some power couple instead of the pair of vipers they truly were.They weren’t here for justice. They were here to humiliate me.To ruin me.To steal something that never even existed.The judge called the session to order, and I swallowed the dry lump in my throat. My palms were sweaty, but Ryan reached over and held my hand beneath the table, grounding me. His thumb brush

Chapter 98THE FIGHT CONTINUESELENA,The morning light filtered in pale and uncertain through the sheer curtains, casting faint patterns on the hardwood floor. I sat on the edge of the bed, gripping my phone tightly, heart pounding against my ribs like a wild thing desperate to escape. Today was no ordinary day. Today, I would step out from behind the thin veil of protection Ryan had so carefully woven around me and face a room full of strangers—reporters, cameras, microphones—each one ready to dissect, judge, and tear apart everything I was fighting so hard to keep intact.Ryan moved quietly around the penthouse, his presence a steady rhythm in the otherwise still room. He was methodical, reviewing documents, consulting his team through quick phone calls, the lines of stress momentarily hidden beneath his usual calm, unreadable expression. I wanted to ask if he was afraid—if he ever was—but the words got stuck in my throat.The press conference wasn’t just a chance to clear my name.

Chapter 100THE RUMORSELENAThe moment I unlocked my phone, I felt the cold dread settle in my chest like a stone sinking fast. Before I even saw the screen, my heart had already dropped. Notifications were exploding—hundreds, maybe thousands, flooding in all at once. Messages, comments, alerts—a digital wildfire raging out of control.I froze, fingers trembling above the screen. Then, with a shaky breath, I opened the first few messages. The words slammed into me like a brutal punch, each one sharper and heavier than the last.“She’s a liar.”“How could anyone trust her?”“A total disgrace.”“Elena’s career is finished.”My vision blurred. I blinked hard, hoping it was some cruel mistake, a glitch in the system. But no, the venom was real—every hateful comment more vicious and merciless than the last. The whispers I had tried to ignore, the rumors I’d hoped would die out quietly, had erupted overnight into a roaring storm. And I was standing helpless in the eye of it.I sank down on