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Royce froze. Elena glanced from Royce to Kenzie, and Kenzie shrugged. "At least that's one less asshole to deal with." "Right." Elena's lips pursed in a grim line. She was quite beautiful, with blonde hair and soft green eyes. But there was an intelligence and fire there that showed her inner strength. That was what Vadym was trying to kill. But he won't get her again, not if I can help it. Royce may not think he needs a Robin to his Batman, but I can prove him wrong.

“Fair enough. My turn, I guess?” “Alright.” She took a breath, her smile turning slightly wistful, tinged with a hint of vulnerability. “Well, I’m Elena. Elena Petrova.” The name from Clever, the model, the public figure. It all fit. He had told me about that but I guess I was too drunk to register that into my head. “I’m a model. Primarily, but it’s more than just pretty pictures.” She gestured vaguely with her hand, describing a world of shoots, shows, campaigns.

He glared at Yelena on seeing the victory smirk on her face but there was nothing he could do, she had the upper hand here. Yelena went back to her sit and passed the File to them so they could sign on it. After watching them sign, they brought back the sign and Yelena looked through it for any error as they had done the same before passing the file to Collins so, he could go make the photocopy. Only the two girls were remaining in the Room waiting for the copies to be ready. "I've long heard of the Ice Queen of ADOR and I must say I'm impressed on seeing you today" one of the young men said, he seemed actually impressed.

The world suddenly went still. Alfonso and Siena stood stiffly on their spots, staring wide-eyed at Madam Belova with their jaws dropping, unable to get her point. Madam Belova heaved a long sigh. “I’m sorry. I should have explained from the beginning. I’m not Elena Belova. My name is Irina Belova. Elena is my elder sister.” Oh, for goodness sake! Siena complained in her thoughts. Why didn’t anyone tell them right from the start? There should be no incident like this because of misunderstanding!

Dressed in violet silk, her hair a crown of black curls, her eyes sharper than glass. She spotted Nova instantly. Her smile was cruel. “You’re early,” she said as Nova approached. “I’m always early for endings,” Nova replied. Irena’s gaze flicked to Liam. “You brought your pet.” “And you brought your snake,” Nova said, nodding to the girl beside Irena. Yelena. The secret daughter. She was breathtaking, sharp angles, cold beauty, eyes like icebergs. “Nova,” Irena said, voice honeyed. “Meet my daughter.”

“Varce Bosta you-” While she was still talking, different guards stormed in with their leader. Katerina Ivok. Before Yelena’s guard would react, they had all been sent to the ground with bullets. Katerina looked nothing like the fighter from earlier that was hit as she stood tall. Yelena’s eyes grew wide with shock. Her men were down and she was all alone with Boris and Malcolm, who of course would get shot down if they dare move. It was incredible. “You!” She growled. She felt, what? Betrayed? The fuck? She really thought Katerina was still on her side? She wasn't informed?

He's not kidding. I nod. "Dinner's ready." *** 4am. The cabin door rattles with three loud bangs, followed by another three, and then another. It makes me wonder who the hell would come here this early in the morning and why they’re being so demanding. I rush downstairs to find Oliver behind the door and when he opens it, two large men stand glaring at him. “The doorbell is just as effective, you know,” he says sarcastically. “We’re looking for a lady named Bella,” one of them says ignoring his tone, while the other peaks into the house over Oliver’s shoulder. My heart skips as his eyes land on me.

Then, curiosity in her tone, “Interesting. And what exactly do you need?” Elena took a steady breath. “Help.” The next evening, they met at a quiet lounge downtown. Victoria sipped her martini, watching Elena with an amused glint in her eye. “So. You finally decided to take my advice?” Elena nodded. “You said creating an illusion of demand was necessary. I need to make sure my work gets noticed.” I had to step up my game especially after Mia mentioned Elias Vance and other famous artists would be present. Victoria leaned back, smiling. “Smart girl.”

"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."

Elena picks up her phone and makes a call she’s been warned never to make. “I want undercover,” she says when the line connects. A sigh. “You know what you’re asking.” “I want inside his world,” Elena says. “The slow way.” Silence. “You’ll disappear,” the voice says. “No backup. No badge.” “I already have,” Elena replies. ⸻ Three months later, Elena Vale no longer exists. In her place is Elena Riva. Twenty-six. Recently moved. Questionable references. Clean enough to pass, messy enough to feel real. She dyes her hair darker, softens her posture, learns how to hold a tray instead of a weapon.