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All versions of herself built from fire and fury, none of whom believed she could trust again. And yet, here they were. “Do you regret any of it?” he asked. She turned to face him fully. “I regret the pain. I regret the choices we made out of fear. But no… I don’t regret the war. Because it brought us to this.” Killian exhaled, leaning his forehead against hers. “Then let’s never go back.” “We won’t,” she whispered. “We’ve earned the after.” Weeks passed like petals drifting in the wind. Elena volunteered quietly at a local youth center under an alias, teaching business skills to girls who reminded her of herself at sixteen—sharp, jaded, and hungry for escape. She never mentioned her last na

Gabriella asked as she helped Elena up to the seat before pouring her a glass of water. Elena drank the water and smiled, " it's nothing darling. I just fell and hurt my knee. That's why I was crying" she lied. " Come, I'll help you get up" Gabriella said as she helped Elena up. CENTENARY ANNIVERSARY....... Nikita stared at Elena with hatred in her eyes as she watched as Elena arranged everything with ease and elegance. " So this is the woman who thinks she can take everything away from me? I'll never let it happen because today is going to be your last day on this earth " she said before snapping her fingers and a man who was clad in a suit appeared.

Why would he want to do that to you? Elena hesitated and finally said, "I told you the story about everything that happened in the past, isn't it? I was deceived, I got pregnant and he ran away. But I didn't really go into details about what he did to me." Her granny asked, "So we're talking about Kyle Bennett? And you're talking about what happened in the past?" Elena nodded, "It was Kyle."

3 "Mommy and Daddy died. I don't remember them much but at least I still have Elena." I looked at this kid in front of me. He was four years old and smarter than any four year old I had ever met. "Can you get me some ice cream?" I looked over at Elena. She was talking to an older woman. She was beautiful. Her brown hair was curled softly down to about the middle of her back. She had green eyes that changed to a dark blue. I had no idea how she didn't have a boyfriend. The older woman smiled and walked away.

LUCA ELENA—Just the sound of her name sent bumps crawling on my skin, it made my stomach turn in a dangerously unsettling manner. I didn’t know what it was, but I couldn’t ignore it. I had been with many women before, some elegant, some bold, some utterly predictable. There was always a pattern, a similarity among them. But Elena? She was in a league of her own—unreadable, definitely unpredictable. And the craziest part? I still couldn’t fathom what it was about her that made me lose my sense of reasoning.

“You usually do.” Elara finally glanced at him. “I used to do a lot of things.” Simple. But it landed. ⸻ Elsewhere— Elena sat in her apartment, scrolling slowly. Photos from Santorini were everywhere. The wedding. The beach. The parties. And then— Elara. Smiling. Confident. Glowing. Elena’s jaw tightened. “She’s getting too comfortable,” she murmured. Across from her, Leon leaned back, relaxed. “That’s when people are easiest to break,” he said.

She looked identical to the painting of the Queen. "How!" Fife exclaimed. Elena sat on the bed. "after I ran away, He sent a lot of people after me to bring me back. While escaping, I had an accident. I lost my memory. My power was already very weak as a result of fighting with him. And I had already used part of my powers to form these weapons to protect Darla. So I lost my memory, I had already changed my features. I was rescued by the brothel owner who thought I was from a foreign land. When he asked me my name, the only thing I could say was Elena. I remembered everything after we listened to the diary and I saw the portrait just now"

"That's it! I knew you were a lioness when you got up. Can I make a story based on your life story?" Elena nodded and checked her vibrating cell phone, while Freya immediately squealed with delight while raising her hands high. "I'll split the royalties, don't worry. I'm sure the story will blow up. Your story is both thrilling and romantic." She chuckled amusedly, before refocusing on Nathan's message. Her smile instantly vanished. "What's wrong?" Freya asked after noticing the change in Elena's face. "That bitch has the nerve to want to destroy the orphaned children's restaurant," Elena said in a casual tone, but everyone knew she was holding back her emotions for the sake of her unborn ch

Elena had scrimped and saved and worked part-time through all her college courses. From the age of eighteen, she had lived in a cramped and shabby little flat that was basically just the roof space above a glorified shed of a shop and she had run the nursery for a meagre wage. Yet a mere word of approbation from her father had been sufficient to keep her walking on air for days afterwards. ‘Elena …’ Rocco Mario spoke with unusual urgency. ‘You have to listen to me.’ ‘If you want me to listen, tell me something relevant. The story of your romance with some glamorous Italian woman isn’t,’ she muttered with distaste.

“You want to know about Elena? Then you need to understand one thing first. She wasn’t like Isadora. She wasn’t soft. Elena Romano was fire. She didn’t love your father because he was a Valentino. She loved him because he was her equal in war.” Serena sat rigid, every word slicing into her. “She fought beside him in the council wars. She spilled blood with her own hands. She commanded men twice her size. When the Romanos fell, she was the last one standing. And when the Valentinos fell with them, she vanished.” “Vanished where?” Serena asked. Angelo shook his head. “That’s the question, isn’t it? Some say she fled to Spain. Others whisper she was taken by Lucien. But me? I think she’s alive.