Novel & Cerita Helena Adams

"Sir, You and I know that I am engaged to your friend, Seth Nathaniel…you wouldn't expect me to leave him, would you?" She asked as she stared askance at Wade Roberto. "Of course not…but judging from the money involved I think you can…you know, make some adjustments." His voice was laced with authority. The room was becoming claustrophobic, each passing moment stretching like an eternity. "I really don't think so sir, I have a fiance and I know he would be really mad if I even mentioned this to him." Daisy Hunter said, her voice was barely above whispers. "You know what Daisy, I will leave the offer open to you…think of the whole lot of things you can do with twenty billion dollars."

And in reality, it is right in front of our eyes, merely a layer of fog is keeping us apart. I had never even imagined in my wildest dreams that my ritual of buying a present for Helena (like she did every month in the past), would lead me towards her. That night, I scrolled through business news to look for the latest trending jewelry designers and stumbled upon this headline. “A new designer in town! Miss Helena Hensley is ready to rule the market!” My Helly! Her picture was also attached to that viral article, her designs had caused uproar in the business community.

My fingers move on their own, dragging the cursor over the headline and opening the full article. The fiancé’s name is Selena Gregory, the daughter of a wealthy owner of a chain of exclusive jewelry stores. She herself is well known for her work with many charities. She even works in soup kitchens every Sunday. I want to hate her on principle, but every line I read is more complimentary than the last. Millions donated to starving children… Designs a discount brand of clothing, saying, “Fashion should be for everyone, not just people with a vast amount of disposable income.”

When dinner was over and Kathy had cleared the dishes, her dad excused himself while her mom stayed. ″Sweetheart, I have some designs to make. I was wondering if you'd like to join me,″ her mom said. Anna's mother was the owner of Your Style fashion house. She had several branches in different countries and had recently moved her head office in America to New York city. ″No mom,″ Anna said standing up. ″I have to get some sleep.″ Her mom looked downcast but agreed anyway. ″Okay dear,″ she said as Anna left the table and went to her room but not before wishing Katherine a good night.

"So is everything ready for the big day tomorrow?" "Almost. The flowers are arriving in the morning as well as my two sons. It'll be nice to have everyone together."Barb took a pie from the oven and set it aside for dessert. "How old are your sons?" "Let me think.."She paused in thought."Adam is thirty-two, he lives in LA and he works in finance. Jeff is just shy of thirty, he lives in London so we don't get to see him very often." "You must miss them both! Tomorrow will be a nice reunion."I placed the chopped up onion into a bowl and placed it beside her on the counter.

Was she going to make it through this while still being able to hold her head up without feeling like she was walking the path of shame? Of course not. Sadie Michaels made sure that Helena heard the words ‘shameful hussy’ while glaring daggers at her. It wasn’t like Sadie’s popularity was great, but she was the person who made sure people knew how they’re supposed to respond to any situation. Sadly, for Sadie, it didn’t work nearly as much as she believed it did for her. So, Helena was rather glad of that. Her views often caused others to change their position on a matter away from what Sadie believed.

Something found her. Not touch. Not sound. Recognition. But not from the outside. From something that already knew her— before this moment. She didn’t question it. Because questioning required stability. And nothing here was stable anymore. She stepped forward again. And this time— the world didn’t adjust. It committed. Behind her— that same step— no longer existed. Helena saw it immediately. Her eyes narrowed— not confusion— recalculation. Adrian felt it a second too late. “…no—”

Charles POV- Few days later Few days later,the detective came to my office with the envelope containing Helena's infos.I opened the envelope and my eyes widened seeing it's content .I couldn't believe what I'm reading. "She is a low class girl from Adelphi. She has a family... Her blind mother and sisters live in a cottage in the outskirt of Adelphi. She moved to New York a month and two weeks ago. Her dad and brother died in a ghastly road accident." The detective explained and I raised a brow in shock. I guess she must have respected her dad so much. No wonder she couldn't tolerate me insulting her father by saying he didn't installed the right values in her.

Until Helena… Helena was born of the gods, beautiful, strong-willed, and proclaimed to be the wife of Robos when she came of age. Her red hair and startling blue eyes were what drew her to men. She was known among her peers as most beautiful. She was also known as a very strong young woman. The occupants of Mount Kpamos celebrated rituals and festivals just like men on earth. There were shooting events, where arrows were used by participants to either shoot a target or hunt for a prized animal, there were races with obstacles which gods were supposed to overcome without using their powers, there were beauty contests in which both males and females were to showcase their beauty in the presenc

“Arabella, are you not working today? Or are you not feeling well?” Arabella shook her head and said, “I’m going to America for a business trip with President Garcia.” Gardening was a favorite pastime of Helena, who was born in Willow Town, Calgary. Her hobby had allowed her to develop a gentle and quiet temperament. Serenity Rivera inherited Helena’s good temperament, so no one would doubt that the former was the daughter of the latter. Helena put down the shears and took the towel from the maid to wipe her hands. “Going to the United States on a business trip? That far? How long will you be gone?”