Beatrice Bartoni Novels & Stories

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

Her words cut through the silence, accusing me of choosing a new consigliere without her consent and disregarding the acknowledgement of Tommy and the other Dons. I sat up, my defences rising instinctively. "We don't need to rely solely on Tommy for our business dealings," I countered, trying to justify my decisions. "We have our resources and relationships with the other Dons. We are neighbours, after all." Madame Beatrice scoffed, her disappointment evident. "You are creating unnecessary enemies for us," she retorted, her voice filled with a mix of concern and frustration. She stood up from the bed, her presence commanding and formidable.

CHAPTER FIVE He moved towards her,and bethany begin to back away from him,she looked around that's when she realized what made the Salvador's run. She knew this guard from the orphanage, she just hoped he doesn't recognize her. "Who are you and what are you doing here?."He asked her. "I don't know."I said ,I could see him looking around if anyone was near. "Well, well what do we do with you now.?"he said slowly.

Beatrice says sadly in her voice. ''As always, never does what she wants, only what others expect of her. This one has a vocation to be a wife. And I said he should know why, with the wonderful clothes I'm wearing, anyone knows. But are you doing what here in Brazil?'' Tina's change the subject ''I was looking for a woman like Beatrice, to be my wife; I'm glad I found it the first night.'' I look at Beatrice. And she casts an expressive look at me in surprise.

“It is for Alpha Arturo, I…” “Get one of the wine bottles, Alana, and fill this with water.” He said, looking at the woman over his shoulder again before he turned his attention to me. The maid left us alone before the man extended his hand to me, making me frown in confusion. “I am Lorenzo, Alpha Arturo’s second beta, I don’t think that I have introduced myself to you.” “I beg your pardon?” I asked, voicing out my confusion. The man was just giving me a warning and now he was introducing himself to me? That was not something that I understood.

She gasped and stepped back, slightly evading my grasp. “Tell me”, she demanded, staring daggers at me. I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Manuel betrayed him”, I said, looking away from her. The room was quiet for a few seconds before I heard Roberta chuckle lightly. She stared at me mockingly and plopped on the bed beside me. “Manuel would never betray Vincenzo. He lives for him. Well, lived”, she said condescendingly. “If this is your way of avoiding my question then it is funny, but I'm not buying it”, she added, looking at me with a stoic expression.

The old lady frowned at what Bel said. "Don't get involved in this. I'm talking to Angge, not you," Aling Toneng fired back at Bel which made me laugh. I could see the sourness on Bel's face at what the old lady said to her. "Wait a minute, Angge. I'll just get the notebook to list down your payment," she said I agreed. "All right, Aling Toneng." When she heard that, she entered her house again. In a few moments, she came out and approached our direction.

Beatrice lamented bitterly and Chairman Ming could only stare at her in a poker face. wasn't she the one who wanted to get her daughter into Xavier's bed? Why come pointing accusing fingers at her ? "I said I'll take care of it so stop with the crocodile tears already." Chairman Ming was irritated by the pretensious woman in front of her. "Really? Are you planning on talking to him? Do you think he would listen?" Beatrice was a woman who cared more about benefits than any family connection and wouldn't wanna loose her wealth becaus of some family

For a second she was confounded by where his comments came from but then she realised what he meant. The Light. For many years, Beatrice had found her mind slipping into a quasi-daydream in which she would consult with her five favourite celebrity chefs. She called it her Culinary Council, headed by her all-time favourite chef, Jamie Oliver. With Jamie were Raymond Blanc, Gary Rhodes, Mario Batali, and Gordon Ramsay. Their counsel was sought in times of confusion, of despair and, in her mind’s eye, she would have discussions and find resolution, often acting upon the decisions that were made in those few seconds.

Her hands were soft, but her grip was firm and confident, like any Alpha’s. “I’m Victoria Bia... Greco,” I corrected myself with a sigh that came out way too natural. “And this is my mother, Antonella Bianchi.” Mom nodded politely, but I knew that look, the distrust in it, as she sized up my mate’s “partner.” Mom sat beside the Matriarch, and honestly, I wanted to sit across from her, anywhere but wedged between Lorenzo and his little friend. “Don’t worry about the formalities, stay in your plac...”