Novel & Cerita Elena Reed

She was always in the headlines for something. I stood still, glass in hand, and listened. “Elena Scarlet has solved the death case previously ruled a suicide,” the reporter announced. “She has finally exposed the real killer — Rosa, a close friend of the late Gloria. Elena is currently unconscious but stable at the hospital.” “That’s not possible,” I muttered, frowning in disbelief. I grabbed my phone and dialed Kade. He picked up, “Hey man, what’s up?” he mumbled sleepily. “Did you see the news?” I asked.

“No.” He tries to pull me back in, but I shove him off. “No! That’s not true! She’s not—she’s not dead!” “Ray, sweetheart, please,” he begs, arms reaching for me, but I’m screaming now. Screaming and flailing, like if I can just fight it hard enough, the truth will undo itself. “Elena is not dead! She’s not—please God—please, please, just let her be alive. Let her be okay!”

Elena was still mad at me and I couldn't blame her for it. I flashed a polite smile at the nurse, relunctantly handing her the items in my hand as I dragged my feet out of the room feeling crushed completely until my ears caught the name I would remember in seven lifetimes. “....Elena Broadway, married to Adrian Hawthron has just been seen commiting a shameful act with the top five business man in the city, Elvis Butcher”, announced the news reporter while a video played on the screen.

WRITER POINT OF VIEW Elena stood at the balcony of her room making a phone call while sipping from a bottle of Scotch, she wasn't looking so happy on the phone call, she was rather irritated over the things the person she was speaking to was saying. She gulp down a large quantity of the scotch. "Jane shouldn't have gone far, turn down everywhere, I need her alive as soon as possible." She said darkly liting a stick of cigarette "Okay boss, I have dispatched some of our men to go to Brazil in search of her." Snake said

Maya’s POV Elena Martins waited for us in a quiet car park behind an old building. She was twenty four, tall and serious with sharp eyes. She wore a black jacket and looked ready for anything. Liam and I walked to her fast. The night air felt cold on my skin. “You came,” Elena said quietly. “Good. We do not have much time.” She opened the back door of her car. Inside sat a new woman I had never seen before. She was beautiful with long dark hair and confident eyes. Elena introduced her. “This is Sophia Reed. She worked for Mr Havisham two years ago, she escaped.”

I searched his eyes for an answer, but whatever it was lay deep in his heart, a place I couldn’t reach with just my eyes. “She was brought back to life,” he revealed. “Elena?” My heart hammered as her name escaped my mouth. “No, Rhoda. She was returned from the dead by the moon goddess. And now my brother won’t rest until he finds her killer,” he answered. It was more relieving to hear Rhoda was back to life than Elena. Not that it did any good for both of us, but at least, it wouldn’t be on my side to struggle from the beginning again. I sighed, shaking my head as thoughts evaded it. “So what’s going happen. Everything’s in place, you need to do something,”

He waited for Martin to finish speaking. "Do you know who Ellena hired to be her lawyer?" Martin paused for a moment, as he thought that Edward would not be able to control and would ask him. But after he waited for a while, he did not hear Edward say anything. Martin could only give the answer himself, "She found Vincent Reed, the son of Declan Reed!” "Who are you talking about? Vincent Reed?" Edward finally showed a little surprise. He had checked on Declan Reed, so he knew that Declan had a biological son named Vincent.

By afternoon, the penthouse felt suffocating. Elena wandered from room to room without purpose, unable to settle her thoughts. Everywhere she looked carried evidence of the life she built around Adrian. His favorite whiskey. His books. His schedules. His routines. Even the flowers in the living room were chosen because he once casually mentioned preferring white roses over red. When did she become this invisible version of herself? Her phone vibrated against the couch. Daniel Reed. Elena hesitated before answering. “Hello?” “You sound exhausted.” A small laugh escaped her despite herself. “Is everyone suddenly becoming emotionally observant?”

Elena POV I sat in my eight-by-ten prison cell at the Federal Correctional Institution in Texas, staring at the newspaper article about Vanya Reed's engagement to Richmond Fernandez. The photo showed them at some charity gala, looking radiant and successful, surrounded by Sacramento's elite who were celebrating their upcoming wedding. "The couple plans to establish a fifty-million-dollar endowment for domestic violence survivors," the article read. "Ms. Reed's Goddess Foundation has already helped over fifteen thousand women escape abusive relationships and achieve financial independence."