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I lay there in the sterile hospital bed, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead like a swarm of angry bees. My leg was in a cast from a stupid motorcycle accident, and the doctors said I'd be stuck here for at least a week. Boredom was my biggest enemy until she walked in, Nurse Elena. She was a vision in her tight white uniform that hugged her curves just right, her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail that swayed with every step. Her name tag read 'Elena' in bold letters, and her smile lit up the room brighter than any pain med could.

Chapter Fifteen Elena stood in front of the massive mirror, zipping up the black silk dress Gabriel had tossed on her bed. It clung to her like a second skin—sleeveless, high-necked, ending just above her knees. Paired with dark heels and the soft glow of the collar locked around her neck, she looked like the kind of woman you didn’t touch unless invited. The kind of woman who belonged to danger. She took one last shaky breath and stepped into the hall.

Right before Amelia could join her in her room, Elena shut the door right on her face, and Amelia groaned. Open the fucking door Gilberto! She yelled from the other side, and Elena only grinned before heading to change. She picked out a yellow sun dress and dressed as fast as possible, knowing full well that her boss was waiting outside for her with his endless number of security men. She brushed her hair and tied it into a pony tail, and quickly matched out of the room to see Amelia still standing at that particular spot waiting for her with a frown on her face. You are not going to starve me of this story Elena. Amelia told her, and Elena smiled at her as she continued walking.

And no matter how much she fought… She wasn’t sure she could escape. Not this time. ------- Elena stood before the mirror, smoothing down the fabric of the borrowed gown. The dress was elegant—midnight blue, simple yet refined, with a neckline that dipped just enough to be alluring without surrendering to extravagance. It was nothing like the designer gowns she knew the other women at the gala would be wearing, but she refused to give Damien the satisfaction of seeing her in something he had chosen. Her fingers trembled slightly as she adjusted the thin silver bracelet on her wrist. It wasn’t nerves. At least, that’s what she told herself. It was frustration—at Damien, at this entire situati

ELENA'S POV She was wearing a side pleated gown with ruffles down the arm, and a thin pearl necklace around her neck. A thin silver belt anchored the gown around her small waist, on any other person the cloth would look ridiculous but she managed to pull it off elegantly. It must be a rich people thing. She was looking at me the way you would look at a rat that wasn't where it was supposed to be. From what I gathered the last time we had an encounter, she was related to Valerian.

I had to get what I wanted from her first before she runs her big mouth to any other person. Nurses looked up as I passed, their gaze fixed on me. They all knew who paid for this wing of the hospital and the same time, who could shut down this entire facility with a single phone call. By the time I reached her door, I knocked once and then pushed open the door. Elena was awake. Her skin was the color of snow, and her hair stuck slightly to her forehead from sweat. The bandage on her shoulder was clean but thick, a reminder of how close she’d come to dying.

“By the way, in case I forgot to mention, you look absolutely breathtaking tonight.” Elena smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She wore a navy blue satin dress with a sweetheart neckline, paired with diamond earrings and a matching bracelet. Her dark hair was styled in waves, cascading down her shoulders. Simon wore a black tuxedo with a black bowtie, looking dashing as always.

"Let me go take a quick bath and get dressed, and we can head out." Liam smiled and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "Take your time, love. I'll be waiting for you," he said, before releasing her hand and heading back to his home office. Elena rushed to her room, feeling giddy with excitement as she thought about the dinner date with Liam. She quickly made her way to her drawer and pulled out the gown she had been saving for a special occasion. It was a stunning floor-length dress made of soft, flowing silk. The dress was a deep shade of emerald green, and it hugged Elena's curves in all the right places. The neckline was low, accentuating her collarbones, and the back was open, revealing jus

For me. I shouldn't be thinking about Jerald. “Wales is coming to take me out on a date, and I have to get ready.” I stood up before Elena could say one more word as I ran into the room we shared. I went through the routine of taking a bath, and after I was done, I settled for a mint-colored gown, one that rested just above my knees with a slit to my thigh and a V-neck showing my boobs. A little showing off hasn't hurt anyone.

Chapter 45 Evelyn's Pov I felt my tongue scar with bitterness and my throat pulling hard to my stomach as I tried the dress Elena specially brought out for me. It was a Liliac corset gown with silver straps that glimmered under the rays of the lights and a sweetheart V line neck tag to exposed my cleavage slightly. She grinned at me and did a light make up, adding some contour and blush, applying some mascara and lipstick that one would think it's my occasion when it's hers.