Semua Bab I NEED YOU, ELENA: Bab 121 - Bab 130

Chapter 121THE PLAN.ELENA,The day after the emotional rollercoaster of our fragile reconciliation, Ryan and I found ourselves in a quiet corner of his apartment. The world outside was still spinning in its usual chaos, but in this moment, it felt as though time had slowed. The weight of everything that had happened between us, the betrayals, the hurt, and the threats, still hung in the air like a thick fog. But now, we stood at the precipice of something different—a chance to take control.Ryan had come up with a plan. One that felt like our only shot at not just surviving, but winning. We couldn’t keep fighting in the shadows anymore, not with the evidence we’d gathered. It was time to bring everything to light, to expose Sasha and Jason for what they truly were. Not just for their schemes or lies, but for the destruction they’d caused to so many lives, including mine.Ryan’s eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but there was an undeniable fire in them—a spark of determination that mi

Chapter 123UNRAVELING LIESELENAThe courtroom was colder than usual, or maybe it was just my nerves prickling against my skin. My fingers clutched Ryan’s as we sat in the front row, waiting for the judge to arrive. Every eye in the gallery seemed to flicker between us and the defense table, where Emily sat with her legal team, her posture stiff, her jaw tight.It was surreal to see her like this—her carefully curated image cracking under the pressure. The woman who once smiled so easily in front of cameras now looked like a cornered fox, desperately trying to maintain control. But control was slipping through her fingers, and she knew it.This was the day we’d been working toward. The day the truth began to eclipse the lies.I’d spent so many nights wondering if this moment would ever come. There were times I’d questioned myself, questioned whether justice could win in a world where power and manipulation so often silenced truth. But the tide was turning, and it was turning fast.Th

Chapter 125FALLING APARTELENAI woke up that morning with a fragile hope I hadn’t felt in a long time. After months of crawling through this nightmare, dodging lies, and chasing down scraps of truth, Ryan and I finally had something real to hold on to. The kind of hope that makes you think maybe, just maybe, the nightmare is ending.But hope is a tricky thing—fragile and easily shattered. And that morning, it came crashing down faster than I could catch my breath.My phone buzzed with a message from Ryan: Meet me at the office. Urgent.My heart sank. “Urgent” was never good news when it came from him.I threw on the first clothes I could find—old jeans and a hoodie that smelled faintly like him—and rushed out the door. The city was still waking up, but my mind was already racing ahead, spinning with worst-case scenarios. I kept telling myself, Maybe it’s not bad. Maybe it’s just something small.When I stepped into Ryan’s office, he was pacing, a file clutched tightly in his hands.

Chapter 127REDEMPTION QUIET DAWNELENAI sat alone in the small, stark waiting room, the hum of the air conditioning a low drone beneath the chaos spinning in my mind. Outside, the courthouse buzzed with life—people milling about, voices rising and falling like waves—but inside, I was trapped in a cocoon of silence and waiting.The last few weeks had been a whirlwind. Accusations, betrayals, court filings, and public scrutiny had wrapped around me like a suffocating shroud. Every news headline, every whisper, every sideways glance had cut deeper than I wanted to admit.But now, the hearing was over. The truth was out. And soon, the final verdict would be read.I clenched my fists, trying to steady the tremble in my hands. It felt surreal. So many times, I’d imagined this moment—standing in that courtroom, vindicated, free from the chains of lies and deceit. But now that it was here, the fear of disappointment gripped me tighter than hope.What if they didn’t believe me?What if Jason

Chapter 129A NEW CHAPTER BEGINSELENAThe morning sun spilled gently through the bedroom curtains, painting soft streaks of gold across the walls. For the first time in what felt like forever, I woke without the heavy weight of anxiety crushing my chest. There was a quiet calm, the kind that feels like the eye of a storm — a fragile peace earned after months of fighting, of clawing through shadows and lies.I turned to find Ryan already awake. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed casually in a simple gray shirt and jeans, his dark hair tousled from sleep. His gaze was fixed on me, warm and steady, full of the quiet certainty that made me believe in us, in this life we were starting to build.“Good morning,” I murmured, my voice still thick with sleep.He smiled, that slow, easy smile that always made my heart race. “Good morning, Elena. You look beautiful.”I blinked, caught off guard by the tenderness in his voice. “You’re lucky I’m still half asleep.”He laughed softly an