Chapter 10
Chapter 10:
How had Yelena found herself entangled with yet another troublesome sister?
Before Yelena could respond, Donna’s voice cut through the tension, calm yet assertive. “Bella, what are you implying? You are every bit as much a part of this family as Yelena. We’ve only just found her, and it’s natural we’d want to reconnect. Don’t overthink it, dear p>
Bella’s lips curled ever so slightly into a self-assured smile. “Of course, Mom. I completely understand p>
For now, Donna and Callum might be enraptured by the novelty of Yelena’s return, but Bella was confident it wouldn’t last. They would soon realize who truly fit the role of the Harris family’s rightful heiress.
Sure, Yelena had beauty. That much was undeniable. But what else?
Her demeanor was subdued, almost timid, and her clothing—simple and utterly devoid of prestige—betrayed her modest background.
How could someone like Yelena, with no claim to sophistication or standing, ever hope to measure up? Bella, with her effortless charm and position among Eighfast’s elite, was the epitome of the Harris family’s legacy. This new sister didn’t stand a chance.
Soon enough, Bella thought, the illusion would shatter, and Yelena would find her proper place—on the periphery.
“I’m feeling a little tired,” Yelena said quietly, her voice carrying the weight of exhaustion. “I think I’ll rest for a while p>
Donna’s expression shifted instantly, concern softening her features. “Of course, sweetheart. Let me show you to your room p>
The Harris family had gone to great lengths to prepare for Yelena’s return. The room, lovingly refurbished, was a testament to their anticipation and care.
Soft cream walls enveloped the space, complemented by pristine white furnishings that exuded an understated elegance. The minimalist decor was a masterpiece of thoughtful design, every detail meticulously curated to create a serene haven.
C𝒉𝑒ck ⓐuthor’s ⓒo𝓹𝓎 h𝑒r𝑒: gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫷𝓬𝗈𝗺
“Yelena, what do you think?” Donna asked, her tone brimming with warmth. “If there’s anything you’d like to change, just say the word p>
Donna pulled open the wardrobe doors, revealing rows of meticulously arranged designer clothing. “These are the latest collections from various world-famous designers,” she said with pride. “All freshly delivered just for you p>
Yelena’s lips trembled, her eyes misting over. “I love it. Thank you, Mom. Thank you, Dad p>
Donna exhaled, her relief evident. “I’m so glad you like it, dear. Get some rest for now. Later, we’ll have dinner. I’ve asked the staff to prepare something special p>
“Okay,” Yelena replied softly.
The Harris family spared no effort in celebrating Yelena’s return, orchestrating a lavish feast that showcased an impressive array of dishes.
The grand dining table was adorned with culinary masterpieces designed to appeal to every palate.
Throughout the meal, Donna fussed over Yelena, constantly adding food to her plate, while Callum engaged her in light, pleasant conversation. Yelena listened attentively, occasionally offering a response, though her mind was still reeling.
The entire experience felt surreal.
From what Jonathan had told her, she had believed his biological family lived in modest means. To discover they were, in fact, the wealthiest family in Eighfast was a revelation that left her disoriented.