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His hand near her waist, hers on his arm. Elena’s phone pinged again and again until she shut it off completely. She buried herself in spreadsheets, pretending not to hear the murmurs that slithered through the office corridors. Bella Voss appeared around lunch, armed with coffee and that knowing look only best friends could manage. “You’re all over social media, El.” “Great,” Elena muttered, not looking up. “Want me to spill my drink on Vivienne next time I see her?” A laugh escaped Elena before she could stop it. “Tempting.”

She went quiet for a long moment, looking at Evania with new curiosity. "Don't get your hopes too high," Sophia said, standing up to leave._ "I'll text you if I change my mind." Back in the city center, the atmosphere was far from peaceful. Mr. Starkov had summoned his daughter, Yelena, to the small balcony of her suite. Vlad and Andre stood like statues in the background, their presence adding to the suffocating weight of the room. Starkov had discovered Yelena’s secret pursuit of his enemy’s son. He turned to her, his voice a low, terrifying growl.

“Nice rip on the hair, Olympia. Maybe tomorrow I’ll braid it up into pigtails for you.” James couldn’t help but smile at her spunk. Knowing it might egg her on further, he said, “That, I’d pay to see.” Not wanting to allow her another shot back, he looked at Svetlana and asked, “What type of music are you into, Svetlana?” Eliza mumbled something that sounded a lot like, “Don’t get her started.” “Punk rock mostly. Pussy Riot are my idols. But I do like to listen to some of your American punk and alternative too. I find it very good and soothing to listen to.”

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.

Brandon Although this wasn't the first time I was hearing about Yelena's demise, it still surprised me. It was difficult to believe that my seemingly faultless brother - the one who my father worshiped - had taken the life of a good woman. Yelena had her flaws, yet she had been a wonderful mother to Yvette and a talented actress. Within a short period of time, she accumulated more than two million followers on social media.

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.”