Beatrice Bartoni Novels & Stories

She said and Joel instantly looked up. He pulled her and she subconsciously moved back a bit to balance herself before looking away from Joel's face. "Tell me about you, Beatrice!" He said and Beatrice was surprised. She subconsciously looked at the man behind the desk who was not looking at them. He looked so busy as he faced his work, ignoring their presence. "Why do I still care about someone who doesn't even care about me?" She asked herself before facing Joel with a smile. "My name is Beatrice Edward, I'm a student in a fashion home in Durham, I am also Maria friend"

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.

Now I'm no longer a strange man,'' I say, reaching out. She looks at my hand and me. Until finally, she says the words I've been waiting for. ''Pleasure, I'm Beatrice'' ''I want to apologize to you again. I get distracted; I have no habit of going places as crowded as this. And with so many lovely women.'' I look at her with a slight smile, and she turns red with shame. ''You're not Brazilian, right? I know because of your accent, I can tell you that. Italian, right? My father is also Italian.''

“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.

I mentally facepalm. "Angela?" our moments suddenly cut off after someone called her name. I turned my gaze to where the voice came from and right there...I see a woman standing in our direction. She looks around twenty-three to twenty-seven, good physic, has honey tanned skin, short black hair, and indeed has a beautiful face. She was looking at us, curiosity was evident on her face. "Bel! Come here!" Angela spoke excitedly to the woman named Bel. Angela put three glasses and juice in the jar on the wooden table. Bel immediately approached our direction.

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...”

She was simply surviving the war he started. ​Bettoni served him a glass of expensive wine laced with a paralytic herb which he accepted giddily. "You always loved the Alpha's wine, Bryant," Bettoni smiled as his eyes widened in terror. "Drink up."