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His chin lifts almost imperceptibly as he faces Elena. "A new member?" "Yes," Valentina replies. "Who is your sponsor?" Again, that damning question. Trying her best to sound confident, Elena starts going through all the names of the most influential billionaires of the past few months; who topped the list of the richest and most popular. "Stuart Álvarez," she says, softly and avoiding eye contact. Her hands were cold from sweat. "Álvarez?" the black-haired man asks. "Unbelievable." "Must be the third one this month," the brown-haired one comments.

The woman was breaking over her child, and needless to say; she would be feeling the guilt of her dying for a while before she managed to forgive herself. “Isabella, do you want to try and eat something? It would help your blood sugar rise if only a bit” Lena asked, looking at Isabella who shook her head. I went to walk toward her only for a hand wrapping around my arm to stop me, Yaroslav’s.

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.”

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!

"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."