Yelena Belova Icons Novels & Stories

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.

Lena's POV. “You are nothing but a clown I raised. You will die worthless and nobody will think you ever existed, not me, not even Dominic,” Elaine fumed at me with a knife in her hand. I pulled back breathing rapidly. She launched at me, screaming furiously, and I ran in any direction, my heart throbbed and my hands trembled. She was a few inches from thrusting the weapon at me when I tripped on my feet and fell to the ground.

Bella blinked softly like she hadn’t expected that sound from me. Honestly? Neither had I. The tension between us shifted slightly after that, it became softer. Bella pulled her cloak tighter against the wind. “I found out the truth in Valoria,” she admitted quietly. My jaw locked tight in an instant. So she really knew. “Elena got drunk,” Bella continued. “Started bragging to her friends.” Her expression darkened faintly. “I’ve got Beta Kylian wrapped around my little finger.” I rolled my eyes instantly. “Insufferable woman.”

Elia is quite famous after tying up contracts with several big brands and wearing their products during campaigns or magazine shoots. The Russian woman had been on the rooftop fifteen minutes earlier, and she was satisfied to see that the design and interior of the outdoor space rented for dinner were luxurious and elegant, just as Elia had expected. The woman was wearing a red dress with an open back, Elia's collarbone looked very beautiful, and her makeup was quite bold and sexy, like the persona she always showed in every photo shoot. The elevator door on the rooftop opened. Elia immediately moved when she saw Oriaga appear, and this was like a reverse moment of a princess picking up the