Elena Norwood Novels & Stories

Elena couldn't breathe. “Amelia?” The woman's eyes filled with tears. “Yes.” Adrian immediately moved closer to Elena. “Where is she?” The woman looked toward the door. “She was supposed to come herself.” “Then why didn't she?” Elena asked. The woman hesitated. “Because someone found her first.” Daniel's expression changed. “Who?” “I don't know.” Charles stepped forward. “You'd better start explaining.” The woman looked frightened. “My name is Nora. Amelia contacted me three days ago. She told me that if anything happened to her, I should find Elena.”

⸻ Across the city, Adrian stood in his office with a document in his hand. His assistant, James, waited beside the desk. “You’re certain this is the same woman?” Adrian asked. “Yes, sir. The records match. Elena’s mother was involved with Blackwood Capital Holdings nearly twenty years ago.” Adrian looked down at the photograph attached to the report. It showed a younger woman with dark hair and a serious expression. She stood beside Marcus Reed outside what appeared to be an office building. Elena’s mother. Adrian had seen photographs of her before, but never in this context.

“Miss Wright.” A familiar voice came from behind her. Elena turned around, a hint of surprise appearing on her face. “Miss Foster. What a coincidence.” Nora smiled. “Yes, it really is.” She stepped forward and introduced the man beside her. “This is Elena, the famous Dr. Wright from Silverton Hospital, and also Mr. Mikhail’s student.” Oscar replied, “I know her. She’s also Mr. Bennett’s ex-wife, right?” Nora nodded and leaned against Oscar as she said,

“The location of the Nromais is at 12 o’clock. Hurry!” At that same time, Ellaine sat on the sofa across the TV. She had a teen magazine on her lap and the box she received on her birthday on the side table. She was currently having one of the best weekends ever. First, there were no classes. Second, she had the house to herself because Aunt Caroline spent the day with her best friend. Now she had the best leisure time with all the entertainment she needed. And only three, desperate, loud taps against the door would ruin her perfect little day.

Damian said and smiled at her. Amelia nodded without saying anything and continued eating. After a few seconds, Damian sees Arthur walking towards them with his wife and daughter. “Ian, you’ve met Zelena before right?” Arthur said. Damian nodded before standing up and shaking hands with Zelena. “It’s been a while,” he said with a polite smile. Amelia stood up as well and gave a smile to Zelena. “Hello, I’m Amelia,” she said. Zelena blinked as she recognizes Amelia. “You’re the one at the park, right? I’m Zelena, It’s very nice to meet you” she said and offers her hand to Amelia.

Eugene took a deep breath and opened the imprint. He was pleasantly surprised to find himself in the memories of a lady. He looked at the lady in white painting something. It's early morning and the lady is sitting inside a beautiful rose garden, overlooking a mountain. "Who is she" Lucian asked Odhan who are looking into Eugene's memories. "I am not sure either" Odhan replied with confusion. The lady's back is facing them and they cannot see her face and what she is painting either. "But, this much of greenery is nowhere to be found in Shadowland. It was said that the land was much more fertile and green all over when lady Theodora was alive" Odhan revealed.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

“No... this is all wrong. Nathan… you bastard…” Elsewhere – Elena sat in front of her laptop with a serious expression. Several tabs were open, showing the digital traces she had just uncovered. On the screen, the name of a woman was clearly displayed: Melinda Cleo – Creative Director of the ArthaVisi agency. Elena bit her lower lip. “Finally found it…” Elena contacted someone via video call. Soon, the face of a middle-aged woman appeared on the screen. “Mrs. Queen, what’s wrong?”

Elena muttered. Across the room, Ryan was still half-listening to a woman named Naomi Delacour, the heiress of a luxury jewelry line drone on about gemstones when his eyes flicked toward Elena again. His jaw tightened slightly. The fabric of her gown shimmered with every movement she made, the slit high enough to drive him to madness. “Excuse me,” he said, cutting Naomi short mid-sentence. “I need to speak with the foundation director.” He moved, his eyes not leaving Elena.

Inside, the air felt colder, heavier — charged with the kind of promise that only a woman in love and fury could make. Elara picked up her phone and scrolled through her contacts until she reached a familiar name. Her thumb hovered, then pressed call. “Hello, darling,” came the smooth voice on the other end. “Elena,” Elara said sweetly. “I need a favor. A background check on someone… discreetly.” There was a pause. “Someone related to Mr. Colden, I assume?” Elara’s smile was pure venom. “His fiancée.” “Ah,” the woman said, amused. “So the rumors were true.”