Yelena Belova Icons Novels & Stories

“Anyways, my company is interested in using your image for our promotion. The products of The 90’s healties for adults…we have used the brand ‘Rouge’ for our leathered products.” Belinda raised one of her eyebrows and took a glance at Elena. Edward put a little smile. “It portrays the feminity with the touch of bravery, confidence, rebel, and of course, being able to be herself in the world of copycats.” He explained. Elena sighed. “I think every woman has the sides, Edward. I see Belinda was a shining diamond on the catwalk.” Belinda stopped sipping her wine, she looked so surprised to hear Elena’s compliment. She giggled and put her hand on her chest. “Thank you, Elena.” She stared at her.

Elena, uncomfortable with the attention, decides to take matters into her own hands. Her opportunity comes during a team presentation. Facing a skeptical audience, she delivers an impeccable pitch, showcasing her strategic insights and hard work. The room is stunned into silence, and Elena finally feels vindicated. Elliot, standing at the back of the room, watches her with quiet pride, recognizing her strength. This moment serves as a turning point, as Elena begins to assert herself and reclaim her professional credibility.

She collapsed onto the couch once Belle was escorted away. Noticing her unusual behavior, Mikkel fetched her a glass of water. "Have you met Belle before?" Yelena ignored his question and massaged her temples to regain her composure. Mikkel continued, "She's quite beautiful, isn't she? What about her appearance frightened you so?" Yelena angrily dismissed his questions. "Stop asking me about it!" She had never laid eyes on Belle before, but she had seen… Yelena didn't want to talk about it.

I feel jealousy burn through me, looking at her the only word I can think of is perfect. Elena Marina is one of the IT women of publishing, she comes from money and created a lasting legacy. She has a presence that cannot be dismissed. She commands attention and admiration wherever she goes unlike me. I am sure that Rob will never ignore her calls or messages. “Hello” “Who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?” Elena says while extending her right hand, there is a diamond bracelet on her wrist with perfectly manicured nails. “Elvis King, a member of the admin team at Rob and Co company”

Vanessa’s offer of a full day alone with Michael had left everyone on edge , especially Mirabel and Mitchelle, whose touches had grown more possessive overnight. A sharp knock at the door shattered the quiet. Mirabel’s eyebrows rose. “That must be the ‘company’ you mentioned.” Vanessa smiled like a cat who had already eaten the canary. She sauntered to the door and opened it, revealing a tall, strikingly beautiful woman in her early thirties with sharp features, platinum blonde hair pulled into a tight ponytail, and an aura of effortless dominance. This was Elena , Vanessa’s longtime play partner and occasional mentor, known in their private circles as someone who specialized in breaking str

“Alpha Kael won’t hold that against you. Not really. He’s not heartless. Just… guarded.” I swallowed hard. “Who was that woman? The one who stormed into his office?” “That,” Elena said with a grimace, “was Verya.” Wasn’t that the same girl those gossipy omegas were talking about? Verya. “She’s been around for a while. She’s nothing to Kael but a mistress, or should I say a bedroom woman, but she made everyone think she was something special to him because she sold her body to him. She’s beautiful, knows how to use it, and uses her closeness to him to bully others. A lot of people don’t like her.”

Her mind was filled with only one name. “Ricky Zayden Mascherano. Oh God, Olivia, you must realize. Uncle CEO is already twenty-five, and you? You’re still a child! You’re not worthy of him!” Olivia scolded herself in her heart. At eleven o’clock, While Olivia was still trying to calm her heart, a different scene took place at Elena’s design office. She was the legendary designer known as Queen Elisabeth. Elena was sitting at her desk, reviewing gown sketches for a long-time client. Beside her, Thalia — her loyal assistant — entered carrying a thick folder. Thalia’s face was beaming, as if bringing big news.

Nikolai Vetrov ~•~ Elena stood beside me in a blue silk dress that cost more than most people’s rent. Her hand rested on my forearm the way she had been taught since she was sixteen. “Постарайся не хмуриться, дорогая.” Elena murmured as she smiled at the camera currently flashed at us. “Люди подумают, что я вас утомляю.” [Try not to scowl, darling | People might think I bore you.]

She was about to return to her sketchbook upstairs when her phone buzzed loudly on the table. Vanessa. Elena’s heart skipped. She hadn’t seen her best friend in years, not since Vanessa left the country to build her empire as a luxury event planner overseas. The thought alone brought a smile to her lips. Before she could even answer properly, a bubbly voice exploded from the speaker. “Elena! My goddess, my queen, my fashion icon! I am at your gate right now, and if you don’t open it, I swear I’ll climb the fence in these six-inch heels.

The noise of the arena faded into a dull buzz. It was Elena. But it wasn't the Elena I knew. The Elena I knew wore oversized hoodies and looked exhausted. She wore glasses and no makeup. This woman was radiant. She wasn't wearing glasses. Her makeup was sharp, accentuating her eyes. She looked professional, powerful, and devastatingly beautiful. And she was wearing a Titan's ID badge around her neck. "No way," Sophia whispered beside me. Her grip on my arm tightened until her nails dug in. "Is that... is that her?"