Yelena Belova Comic นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Unbelievable. You don’t expect me to, do you?” Yelena gazed sternly at her frowning face. She leaned toward the wooden table so far that her breasts almost burst through her cleavage. Elizabeth watched as Yelena’s eyes widened. “You’re really that bitch, huh!” she said. “Everyone is a bitch, Yelena. That’s the only way to survive capitalism.” Yelena got up at once and scanned the entire cafeteria. She turned back to Elizabeth, and the two locked eyes for a second before Yelena chuckled, her mouth stretching into her signature scornful smile.

It bit back. Elena exhaled slowly and opened her laptop, more out of habit than necessity. She scanned market updates, legal commentary, social feeds. Speculation bloomed everywhere. Names were whispered. Accusations sharpened. Then a chair scraped softly across from her. “You look like someone who forgot how to blink.” Elena startled, then relaxed as Bella Voss smiled at her, scarf half-unwound, eyes bright with concern and something like pride. “Bella,” Elena said, relief threading her voice. “How did you—”

“What do you want now?” She leaned closer. “To know what he sees in you.” I swallowed. “I don’t know.” Yelena’s eyes narrowed. “Liar.” She reached for the laptop, but I slammed the lid shut. “You’re not getting this,” I said. She chuckled darkly. “You think I came alone?” Just then, two men stepped into the doorway. Tall. Suited. Armed. I was cornered. Yelena looked me up and down. “Too soft. You’ll break, little girl.”

The impact rattled through my bones, and I tasted blood. “Donika!” Elena’s voice broke, high and furious. She didn’t hesitate. With a snarl, she pounced on Verya. The two women crashed to the ground, claws and fists flying. “You dare touch her!” Elena roared, raining blows down on Verya’s face and chest. She was strong! Verya screeched, twisting, pulling Elena’s hair, and shoving her knee into her stomach. They rolled across the floor, a blur of fists, nails, snarls, and shouted curses.

The sun rose higher, painting her silver-touched hair in shades of gold and possibility. Elena Volkov had died in fever and shadow. What emerged was something altogether different. Something the world wasn't ready for.

Yelena warned the man standing before her, her arms crossed over her chest. “No problem, ma’am.” Yelena turned toward her desk, grabbed her cigarette box, lit one, and placed it between her lips. “I did everything to earn his love, but he dared to fall for someone far younger and outside his world,” she said, blinking rapidly as if holding back tears. “I’m sorry about that, ma’am,” the man murmured, his head bowed. “How dare you tell me sorry? Do you want to die?” Yelena snapped, her eyes glinting dangerously under the dim light.

Yelena said. Melanie smiled, and shook her head. "By the way…" To ease the atmosphere, Yelena deliberately changed the subject. "Regarding the incident that happened to me back then, the Yorks found some clues yesterday." Back then, Yelena participated in an international fragrance blending competition, but soon fell ill and died in the hospital. In reality, Yelena didn't die; instead, she spent decades on the distant Mount Coloss. There were too many mysteries in this accident. Why did she suddenly fall ill? Was she framed by someone? And who saved her?

he opened his eyes widened. Elena giggled as she saw her projection on the tray. She took the tray from Edward and handed it back to the waiter. “Thank you.” She beamed at the young woman. The wine was poured into three glasses. Elena stared at Belinda Jay. That evening she appeared fantastic. With a red blossomed night gown, strapless and a white diamond necklace, Belinda looked so shining. Her red strawberry lipsticks, smokey glamored eye makeup, she kept swaying her hips on the seat she sat on while she talked and joked.

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.

Viktor “Viktor,” I turn upon hearing my name and I keep a neutral look on my face when Yelena approaches me. There is a soft smile on her face as she walks towards me. She’s wearing a blue dress that stops just above her knee and her straightened brunette hair stops right above her shoulders. There's heavy makeup on her face and I must say, Yelena exudes an aura wherever she goes. She is Vladimir’s daughter.