Helena Adams Novels & Stories

“Thank you for honoring my invitation, Your Highness.” Alpha Kael bowed again, his gaze fixed on me. “And if I may ask, who’s the lady beside you?” I felt Clinton stiffen beside me, but I kept my eyes on Alpha Kael, who was still smiling. With a fake smile plastered on my face, I cooed, “I am Natasha Jones, the King’s distant cousin.” I lied. Alpha Kael hummed, nodding slowly. “You’re welcome to my pack, Lady Natasha.” He bowed dramatically before shifting his attention to Clinton. “Please, have a seat.”

Chef Smith instructed his assistant. Adam is a newly appointed employee and he is a little timid and shy. No one knows that he is under David's control and mixed poison in that steaming red velvet cake, that was just removed from the oven to kill Thea's baby. Unaware of the poison, the chef prepared the cake to send it to the mansion. David was observing everything through Adams's eyes. Later he released his hold on Adam knowing fully well that, he will not remember what he did. Roland and Emma along with celebrity chef Smith reached the mansion and arranged all the different flavors on a table for taste testing.

The ones who haven’t are careful in a way that is itself a form of deference. Helena Voss finds me before the first course. She always does. Helena is forty-one and runs a media group that reaches eleven million subscribers and has been looking at me with a specific quality of assessment for approximately three years. She is beautiful in the way that things are beautiful when they have been precisely and expensively maintained. She is divorced and will go on her knees and beg to suck my cock in a heartbeat if I so much as ask about her day. “Adrian.” She says my name the way certain women say it — with the slight extra weight of someone trying to make a word mean more than it is.

Cassidy said Helena. Helena said I am not sad about him. She said I told Adrian that last night on the deck. I am sad about who I was when I was with him. The version of me that stayed too long in a room where nobody was looking at her. That version deserved better and I am the only one who could have given it to her and I did not give it to her soon enough.

Adams said. "There is no way I am going to let that happen. Besides we are the same. If you die, I die too. Who is going to take care of Maya? There is no way we are going to die." Ashton said. "I don't know if you can protect us anymore Ashton, I can't feel the life in me anymore," Adams said and just like that, he became silent. No matter what Ashton called out in his mind, Adams did not respond. "A.D.A.M.S." Ashton gave out a painful cry.

Breakfast will have to wait today. ****************************************************************************************** “ Hey kika. Really nice seeing you again.” Hailey greeted the owner, Kika Adeola with a friendly hug. She was a beautiful dark skinned woman from Nigeria. I had met her countless times at business parties and events. She didn’t know this but I was one of the largest shareholders in her company. Don’t blame me. Her business was very successful. Too successful as a matter of fact. “ Great seeing you too. You’ve become so busy these days, barely making out time for your friends.” Kika said jokingly while looking beside Hailey. Her eyes widen as she recognizes me.

she hissed and Arom’s eyes hardened as he clutched his hand throbbing in pain. Helena continued coldly, “Today, You are standing in front of Helena Perez, Her mother's daughter. A mother whose baby you all killed with your planning,” She sneered. “Today you are standing in front of Helena who is Evan Conon Hemsworth’s woman and who will bring all of your downfalls!” Rita fisted her hand tightly and lied again, “Helena we are not your enemies. We are family, dear. The man you are calling leech is your father and…”

came a voice behind her. She didn’t flinch. It was Ada. Loyal, cold-blooded Ada—her mother’s old fixer and now her shadow. “I’m thinking,” Helena replied, brushing invisible lint from her blazer sleeve. Ada folded her arms. “Lucien was bluffing about walking away. He always does.” Helena’s jaw clenched. “He wasn’t bluffing this time.” Ada said nothing. She didn’t need to. The silence between them was laced with truth.

It would look very different when it was empty. But then I thought about Helena’s words. She did not just want the business. she wanted the family gone. She wanted the Klines erased from the earth. I realized then that Helena did not care about Gideon’s happiness. She did not care if he had a wife or an heir. She only cared about winning. She wanted to destroy the Kline bloodline because they were the only ones who had ever made her look weak. She was using me to commit a crime that was much worse than fraud.

“She placed them in the same place they have always been. Together. Both threads.” “Yes,” Sera said. Helena was quiet for a moment. Then she said: “I want to write to Adaeze. Not through the Ogun State student. A letter from me directly. Telling her my grandmother’s name was Helena Calloway and she built the argument for people like Adaeze before she knew Adaeze existed. Telling her my name is also Helena and I am six years old in January and I am learning the precision so that one day I can build for people who do not yet exist the way my grandmother built for her.”