All Chapters of I NEED YOU, ELENA: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

CHAPTER 0062THE PLAN TO TAKE OVER...ELENA,Evelyn flipped through the notebook, her expression unreadable. The only sound in the room was the quiet rustle of pages turning, each one carrying secrets I wasn’t sure I was ready to face. I sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, my pulse quickening as I watched her scan whatever notes she had compiled.The weight of what she had said still clung to me, suffocating.“Find out what Evan is planning.”My fingers curled into the blanket draped over my lap. I should have known Evan wasn’t finished. Even after everything he had already done—after every wound he had inflicted, every piece of me he had shattered—he still wasn’t satisfied.“What do you mean, ‘find out what Evan is planning’?” I asked, my voice strained. “You think he’s up to something?”Evelyn arched a brow. “You really have to ask?”I swallowed hard. No, I didn’t. Evan was always up to something. He didn’t just destroy people—he played with them first, made them doubt themselves, m

CHAPTER 0064 A SHADOWED PAST EVELYN The moment I stepped into the room, an uneasy stillness settled over me, a tension so thick it coiled around my chest like a vice. Something was wrong. I didn’t need to look around to confirm what my instincts already told me—Elena had gone through my things. She had tried to cover her tracks, but she wasn’t as skilled at deception as she probably believed. The way she sat, unnaturally rigid on the edge of the bed, told me everything. Her fingers curled tightly in her lap, her movements stiff and deliberate, and most telling of all, she refused to meet my gaze. That wasn’t like her. Elena was the kind of person who met a challenge head-on, always direct, always unwavering. The only time she looked away was when she was hiding something—or when she had stumbled upon something she wasn’t meant to see. My breath remained steady, though my pulse pounded relentlessly in my ears. I didn’t let my gaze drift toward the corner of the room where my duffel

CHAPTER 0066 NO TURNING BACK ELENA The streets were eerily silent at this hour, a kind of quiet that made everything feel sharper, more dangerous. The distant hum of the city remained—a far-off murmur of cars and late-night voices—but here, in this part of town, the silence wrapped around us like a second skin. Evelyn’s grip on my wrist was unyielding, her pace relentless. She moved with purpose, dragging me along without explanation, her fingers digging into my skin as if letting go would mean losing everything. She didn’t glance back, didn’t slow down, didn’t speak a word. Whatever was chasing her—chasing us—was something she wasn’t willing to face head-on. Or maybe it was something she didn’t want me to see. I didn’t ask where we were going. I didn’t press her for answers. I just kept moving, forcing my feet to keep up with her despite the exhaustion weighing down my limbs. The cold air burned my lungs, each breath sharp and uneven, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Then,

Chapter 0068THE PRETENCE..EVAN,I arrived home later than usual, stepping into the quiet house with an odd sense of unease settling in my chest. It wasn’t unusual for Elena to stay up waiting for me, yet the living room was dark. No TV playing softly in the background, no book left open on the couch, no lights flickering from her phone screen. Just silence.I frowned. Something wasn’t right.Then, a faint clatter came from the kitchen.I followed the sound, my footsteps barely making a noise against the polished floor. The moment I stepped inside, I saw her standing by the stove, stirring something in a pot. The soft glow of the overhead light illuminated her face—calm and unbothered. Maybe too calm.She looked up when I entered, offering a small smile. “Hey. You’re home late.”I studied her carefully, searching for something beneath the surface. A tell. A hesitation. Anything.“Yeah,” I said smoothly, stepping farther inside. “Had a long day.” My gaze flicked around the kitchen bef

Chapter 0070THE MEETING AT THE ABANDONED LOTELENAFifteen minutes later, we pulled into the abandoned lot on the outskirts of town. The place reeked of decay—like something left too long in the dark, rotting where no one cared to look. Broken glass crunched beneath the tires, weeds twisted through the cracks in the pavement, their roots thick with neglect. The skeletal remains of rusted-out cars loomed in the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp, hollow-eyed and forgotten.The air was thick with dampness, laced with something foul—something old and spoiled, like rain-soaked garbage left to ferment. I rolled down the window just enough to keep the car from suffocating me, but the cold air did little to settle my nerves.Jonah was already there, leaning against his black sedan. The hood gleamed under the weak light, slick with an oily sheen that reflected the dull shimmer of the moon. A cigarette burned between his fingers, the ember pulsing red with every slow inhale. Smoke curled aro