Novel & Cerita Yelena Belova Mcu

Michelle was stunned. Ms. Jenner? Was one Ms. Jenner in Imperial Media not enough? There was another one now? Yelena looked at her as well, her gaze turning from confusion into jealousy and rage. “Hah, Mr. Yale’s stopping me from entering because of this sl*t?” Michelle was angry, but before she could retort, Yelena slapped her! “You wh*re!” Yelena was no delicate award-winning actress. The actress’ slap was part of filming, but Nelly had trained Yelena to get into battle mode.

“She should be broken...” A VORTEX soldier stumbled toward him with blood streaking his face. “Sir…we can’t…she’s tearing through everything. The new Abomination is down. The secondary units are…” “USE THE REST!” Elias bellowed. “I WANT HER DEAD!” Below, Elena savagely pulled a mounted turret from its base and hurled it skyward, sending it crashing through the upper levels of the command tower in a rain of sparks and screaming metal. That was when Lucia received the injection.

She looked at me, and I saw the moment she recognized Matteo's features in my face. "Bože můj," she whispered. "You have his eyes." The chain dropped. The door opened. Elena Volkov was beautiful in a severe way, dressed in black, her apartment a fortress of technology and paranoia. Screens lined the walls, showing multiple security feeds. Weapons were strategically placed within reach. She looked at Damian, assessing the threat level. "Armed?" "Always," Damian replied. "Smart." She gestured us inside, relocking the door. "Five minutes. Tell me why I shouldn't shoot you both and disappear."

The soft click of the deadbolt sliding into place sounded almost sacred. Final. Safe. For the first time since leaving the hospital, I allowed my shoulders to sag beneath the crushing weight of the day. Outside this bedroom door, I was Elena Vane-Thorne—the woman who had detonated Oakhaven’s most powerful engagement, humiliated Julian Vane in front of the elite, and dragged her father back from the edge of death. But inside this room? Inside this room, I was just a woman racing against the apocalypse with eleven days left on the clock.

“Dr. Celeste Vale.” The name landed like a bullet. Elena repeated it in her head once. Celeste Vale. A woman in a white coat. Cold red lips. Increase the dose. Something savage woke up inside her. Adrian saw it. So did the messenger. And suddenly the man looked truly afraid. “Good,” Elena said softly, rising to her feet. The knife glinted in her hand as she looked down at him. “Because now I know who I’m going to destroy after Victor.”

“The boss is gone. For all intents and purposes, dead. And yet… you walk in here and speak as if he’s alive?” Elena didn’t flinch. She looked him straight in the eyes. “He’s alive. And until he wakes up, I’m in charge. You answer to me.” A murmur went around the room. “Excuse me?” another man, younger, with sharp features, snapped. “You’re a woman. You think you can command this organization just because you… believe he’s alive?” Elena leaned forward slightly, her voice calm but sharp. “I don’t need to believe. I know. Adrian Volkov doesn’t die this easily. And if any of you think you can take advantage of him being unconscious, you’re about to make a very expensive mistake.”

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.”

The twins scrambled out of their sheets instantly, diving beneath the reinforced steel frames of their beds just as a third tactical enforcer lunged through the broken balcony window, a silver-plated combat blade raised to cut through her defenses. Elena bared her teeth, a low, feral growl tearing past her crimson lips as she raised her revolver to meet the final execution strike. She was the Sovereign of the Petrova Syndicate, and she would paint this nursery in blood before she let a single hand touch her heirs.

“Be on guard.” “No need for that.” The mist parted, revealing a shadowy figure emerging from the darkness. Melania stepped forward, her presence commanding and chilling. She was strikingly beautiful, with golden curls flowing over her shoulders, and icy blue eyes that seemed to glow like Nova’s. Her aura radiated power, suffocating the space around her. “Do not let her intimidate you,” Nova murmured. “Intimidate? Me?” Melania smiled. “Now why would I do that? Especially when you’re doing me the biggest favor, Xenia. Not everyone would be generous enough to give me their body.”

Elena looked toward the ceiling. “The night the facility burned.” Dr. Vale suddenly stepped forward. “We should stop this conversation.” I turned toward him. “Why?” “Because she is getting weaker.” The machine began beeping again. Elena closed her eyes. “Bella.” I immediately pressed my hand against the glass. “I am here.” “Listen to me.” “I am listening.” “Don’t trust anyone.” I frowned. “Who?” “Anyone who tells you they want to protect you.” My heart sank.