Beatrice Bartoni Novels & Stories

“ I don't mind this because I follow orders, Antonella, and you should too! Because I'm tired of always saving you from our father's wrath. You know how hard it's been lately” by lately she means since my mother left by her own choice since she decided to leave this world and her two daughters at the mercy of a sweet but megalomaniacal guy who put the Mafia famiglia above the blood famiglia “ So you don't help matters by complaining?” "Who's coming to the ball tonight?" Beatrice was an athletic type, showing everywhere her delicate nose and blue eyes framed by her blond and extremely straight hair, besides having a huge heart, and accepting everything my father Arturo put as a rule, as absur

I exchanged a glance with Marco, my heart racing as I took a deep breath and approached the doorbell. He grasped my hand, his grip firm, almost desperate. For the first time, I saw his composure falter, his nerves mirroring my own. As I pressed the doorbell, a haunting silence settled around us. The seconds stretched, each one more excruciating than the last. I could feel Marco’s pulse through his fingers. Beatrice “Betty” Berlusconi opened the door in her nightgown, her appearance shocking. Dark circles hung under her eyes, her frame was alarmingly thin, and her hair was a tangled mess. It was obvious she hadn’t showered in days.

"By this time tomorrow, you'll be Mrs. Esposito instead of Miss Romano." Mariana's eyes widened. "You even dared to change my surname? Who gave you that right?" She half-yelled. "Do you really think you're suitable to be an Esposito with the last name of a murderer?" Beatrice said coldly, and Mariana's tears flowed again. "Wait... did you say Esposito? I'm marrying into that family?" she asked in disbelief.Beatrice nodded. "Aren't you lucky? The first daughter of Romano, marrying the third son of the Esposito family"