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But her skin was surely not too dissimilar—almost perfect and without any noticeable blemishes. Elena pretended she had Aria's confidence. She struck a seductive pose, pushing her breasts together and took a picture with her phone's camera. "I miss you." She texted, along with the picture. "Do you miss me?" Elena struck a new pose and took a full length picture, doing her best to angle the mirror in the background. She needed to show off everything—or at least as much as she was willing to show. "I want to see you. Don't you want to see me?"

A living, breathing child who carried his blood. If that was true, then why had we been told, in no uncertain terms, that our purpose here was to give Alexander Petrova an heir? Why buy human women and keep them in a harem if one of his own already walked the estate? The questions multiplied with every step and none of the answers made sense. Helena must have noticed the way my jaw tightened because she glanced at me. “You’re unusually quiet,” she said. “I’m thinking,” I answered. “That tends to worry me,” she replied, and I stopped walking. She took another step and then realized I had halted. “You are free to ask the questions you want.” she said calmly.

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.

“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.”

"But if I may offer you some advice, as someone who has watched many women fight for their place... look after yourself first. Forget the other woman’s tricks for a moment. If she is really after your man, then acting this way; screaming, chasing her, losing your temper, it only brings her closer to getting what she wants. It makes you look like the problem and her like the victim. Don't give her that satisfaction." I looked at the floor, the truth of her words stinging. I was playing right into Sofiya’s hands. By appearing unstable and continuously playing the role of the bully openly, I was handing her Nikolai’s trust and sympathy on a silver platter. "I know," I murmured. "I just... I can

"Get Grandma's phone if you want. She doesn't usually use hers, and I have to take a lot of calls. It'd be inconvenient." "But I want to use yours," Zoe said stubbornly. "Be a good girl, Yelena…" "Don't you love me anymore?" Yelena's eyes were immediately red and wheeling with tears. And with her little pout, she looked utterly miserable. Zoe was melting right then—she knew that Yelena was just faking it, but her little girl was that good at acting. She wondered if Yelena got that from her or Jay… though it was definitely her, since Jay was no actor.

She had a friendly and very sweet aura around her and is also approachable even though she was a bit intimidated by her earlier. "Are you okay?" Sumire asked Trevor worriedly when they were finally left alone in the passenger seat. Yelena spoke to the pilot captain and they are currently on board a pripvate plane owned by her. The inside of the private jet was oozing ostentatiousness and the curtains blend in perfectly with the maroon carpet. The aircraft is sleek silver and emblazoned with her acronym, “YG,’ written in big black letters across the side of the plane. Yelena always makes sure everything is picture-perfect. Coincidentally, she has the same interest as Yelena. The woman loves D

DMITRI “Have I ever told you that I like this new you?” Yelena’s voice drips with amusement as she lounges on the sofa in the corner of my office. Her legs are crossed, a playful pout on her lips. “Everyone says it’s impossible to change a man set in his ways, but Ana’s a magician.” I stare at the bouquet sitting on my desk, my eyes narrowing. “How?” Yelena uncrosses her legs, strolling over to my desk with her usual air of confidence. She pulls out the chair across from me and sits down, her gaze fixed on the flowers. “Did you pick these out yourself?” she asks, her tone teasing.

They wondered, "What's happening? How could Fay have known the world-famous designer Yelena? In addition, Yelena appeared thrilled to see her. "What on earth is happening?" Toni asked, confused. Fay gave Yelena a hug because she had not seen her in years. "I came over at random to have a look at, after seeing your post on your social-media account. I'm really relieved that you're starting to get quite amazing now.” Yelena scratched the back of her head with pride and said, "No, I'm just making a livelihood. I can learn a lot from you, and you are the one who is really amazing."

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.