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Her fingers trembled as she scrolled. “Bro she’s INSANE” “Ethan run 😭” “Psycho girlfriend energy” “She belongs in jail wtf” Elena clicked out of that post and the next one loaded so fast. A meme this time. Her face photoshopped onto the Hulk’s body, mid-rampage. Caption: “Elena when you forget to text back.” Then another. Her face on a tiger, roaring. “Don’t mess with Elena Cruz.” Then another. Her with exaggerated muscles and a unibrow. “Roid rage Elena.”

she asked. “Maybe your Alpha hit his head and decided that it would be right to punish me?” I asked, giving her a sarcastic smile. “Serena,” she said, and the tone in her voice made it clear she was not amused. “Whatever freedom he has allowed you does not mean you can speak about him however you please. If anything, this is a blessing. Other girls would kill to be in your place.” “Then please, by all means have them kill me and get this over with.” I said, rolling my eyes. Helena pinched the bridge of her nose, clearly not liking where the conversation was going.

"Maybe. Maybe not. He did teach me how to paint the Sistine Chapel ceiling with my eyes closed." I chuckled, shaking my head. "Sure, you did. And I bet you can fly, too." "Oh, I can," she declared, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "But only when you're not looking." We both burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the room and chasing away the shadows that clung to the corners. The tension from the night before, the memory of Mikhail's mocking grin, faded into the background. In this moment, with Yelena by my side, the world felt a little brighter, a little less full of danger.

“Now that I slapped her, you tried to oppress me with your identity? Is this so-called righteous and respectable?” Kaze fired a barrage of questions at Yuri. Yelena was furious when Kaze mocked her. She shouted, “You piece of shit! Yeah, I hit your wife. So what? Chairwoman of two companies…” “Yelena!” Yuri bellowed. He then looked at Kaze and said, “Young man, she’s just an energetic young woman and she was agitated because of your actions at the flood scene. I couldn’t stop her in time. “Besides, Yelena is a girl. How hard could she have slapped your wife? You, as a man, slapped a girl. One slap and she was sent flying. And you still think you did nothing wrong?”

"Can everyone stop saying 'couple-like'?" Her tone carried genuine frustration. "Who even invented that phrase?" Sofia laughed. "Apparently everyone except you loves it." Elena simply took another bite of her toast. After a moment, Sofia leaned back in her chair. "I have to admit, Sophia Vale is incredibly talented." She nodded thoughtfully. "That woman knows fashion." "With all the publicity she's getting, I wouldn't be surprised if SV Studios is fully booked for months." Elena smiled faintly. "You're welcome."

"You can't just alter the uniform however you want." "Speaking of altering ” I stepped forward, my brows knitted tightly together. “You two would know a lot about that, wouldn’t you?” Vera’s eyes widened slightly and she raised a finger at me. “Don’t you dare talk to me that way, you filthy human pe!” I rolled my eyes. “Your insults are getting generic, Vera. I’m sure you can do better.” Her face turned redder than beetroot and she opened her mouth to speak, but before they could, Yelena appeared around the corner.

DMITRI “Have I ever told you that I like this new you?” Yelena’s voice drips with amusement as she lounges on the sofa in the corner of my office. Her legs are crossed, a playful pout on her lips. “Everyone says it’s impossible to change a man set in his ways, but Ana’s a magician.” I stare at the bouquet sitting on my desk, my eyes narrowing. “How?” Yelena uncrosses her legs, strolling over to my desk with her usual air of confidence. She pulls out the chair across from me and sits down, her gaze fixed on the flowers. “Did you pick these out yourself?” she asks, her tone teasing.

Alexei suggested fervently, and the two immediately obliged. Mikhail lifted Yelena using his hands effortlessly and I heard the clicking of the camera when the wind blew as planned. Yelena's dress and her soft caramel hair were gently blown by the wind and she looked beautiful in the air while wearing that contagious smile. Based on their position, I thought that it was a very remarkable pose, but it seemed like Alexei wasn’t satisfied when he suggested Mikhail lift Yelena with one hand instead. The enthusiastic two never bothered to complain and followed Alexei's suggestion. And then I heard Mikhail and Yelena scream in excitement when they saw the outcome of their pose.

“Yes? Not anymore but I was born in the Taro family. Why?” Yelena and Bolt looked at him strangely, and Zen felt self-conscious. Did he say something wrong? The panic in him only grew when Yelena dragged Bolt away to talk in Russian. Zen didn’t understand a word and only wished that Sasha was here to translate. The discussion ended briefly, and Yelena announced that they would tell him at dinner only if he accepted one of their requests. “R-request?” Bolt grinned. “Don’t reject Yelena’s kindness. She might be the youngest invigilator at only fourteen, but her skills are unrivalled. Not even the Death Princess can surpass her in an actual battle.”

Jonathan glanced back and saw Geoffrey chatting with a reveler. “Such a small world,” a voice whispered, her breath a mix of cocktails, her lips painted red. Jonathan turned to find Yelena, staring closely behind him. “Yelena! What a surprise!” he said with a forced smile. “Oh yeah, surprise indeed,” she replied with a half-smile. “What brings you here?” Jonathan asked. “What do you expect, to party of course,” she answered. “Oh! I see,” Jonathan remarked. “Well, what about you?” her sultry voice inquired.