All Chapters of I NEED YOU, ELENA: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

CHAPTER 0042THE CHASERYANThe moment Elena disappeared into the crowd, my entire body screamed at me to turn back, to chase after her, to make sure she made it out safely. But I couldn’t. If I followed her, they would catch us both. I forced myself to move in the opposite direction, every muscle coiled tight with tension. The airport was a battlefield, and we were the prey. Evan’s men weren’t searching blindly—they were hunting. Their formation was meticulous, their movements sharp and purposeful. They had eyes scanning every terminal, every waiting area, every possible escape route.I kept my head down, my steps measured, ignoring the pounding in my chest. If I ran too soon, I’d give myself away. I needed to slip through the cracks, to find a way out before they spotted me. But luck wasn’t on my side.“There! That’s him!”The shout cut through the noise of the airport, and every instinct screamed run. I bolted, desperate to find refuge anywhere. A startled businessman yelped as I s

CHAPTER 44 FOUND AGAIN ELENA I could still feel him. Evan. Even when he wasn’t there, his presence clung to me like a second skin, unseen but suffocating. It wasn’t just a memory or a lingering ghost of fear—it was something deeper, something that had settled inside me like a parasite, feeding on my terror. I felt it in the stiffness of my shoulders, the tight coil of anxiety in my stomach, the way my breath came too fast, too shallow. It lived in the way I flinched at sudden sounds, in the way my fingers curled instinctively into fists, as if preparing for a fight that had no end. But just because I couldn’t see him didn’t mean he wasn’t there. The airport hummed around me, a chaotic symphony of movement and voices—families reuniting with tearful embraces, business travelers moving with impatient efficiency, children laughing, flight announcements droning overhead. A world so oblivious to the fact that a hunted woman stood among them, heart pounding like a war drum. The ordi

CHAPTER 46 TRAPPED ELENA The moment we stepped out of the restroom, a suffocating dread coiled around my throat like a noose. I was trapped. The crowds had thinned, the usual bustling chaos of the airport reduced to an eerie calm that offered no comfort. The security officers I had silently counted on were nowhere in sight, their absence a cruel betrayal. The air buzzed with the hum of distant conversations, the shuffle of luggage wheels against polished floors, the mindless routine of travelers going about their day—completely oblivious to the fact that I was being dragged toward a fate worse than death. I dug my heels into the floor, my pulse hammering against my ribs, each beat screaming for escape. “Let me go,” I hissed, my voice raw with panic, desperation bleeding through every syllable. His fingers tightened around my wrist, a silent response that chilled me to the bone. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His grip alone was a message—one I couldn’t afford to misunderst

Chapter 0048.CAUGHT IN THE THE STORMELENA,The Reykjavik air was sharp, cutting through my coat like ice-cold daggers, seeping into my skin despite the layers I wore. A gust of wind howled through the narrow streets, rattling the café’s windows behind me as I stepped onto the sidewalk, cradling a steaming cup of coffee in my gloved hands. But the warmth barely touched me. Not the cold, not even the wind, was what unsettled me most. It was the feeling curling in my stomach like a viper coiling tight.Something was wrong.The streets were quiet, the kind of eerie silence that stretched beyond the usual hush of winter nights. A few pedestrians shuffled by, wrapped in thick scarves and heavy coats, heads bowed against the wind. Reykjavik was the perfect city for anonymity, for slipping into the shadows and being no one. That was why I had chosen it. A place where people minded their own business, where I could blend into the background, unnoticed, unseen.But I didn’t feel invisible now

Chapter 0050 LET HER GO.... RYAN, I hadn’t heard from Elena since she left. I told myself she was safe, that she had reached wherever she was headed without trouble, but the silence gnawed at me. I had expected at least a message, a call—some sign that she was okay. But there was nothing. School had become an afterthought. I couldn’t concentrate, couldn’t focus on anything other than the growing sense of unease twisting in my gut. I had called my investigator, but she was too far away now, beyond his reach. She had vanished. And my life, once again, felt like it was slipping into misery. Then, out of nowhere, a message came through. Elena: I’m in New York. Meet me at this address. An address followed. My fingers trembled as I read it over and over, my heart hammering in my chest. She had returned? Why? There were so many questions, but I didn’t waste a second. I jumped into my car, gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. My pulse was racing as I