Beatrice Bartoni Novels & Stories

And as Jamie sat, staring at her, puzzled by this change in topic, Bianca stretched her hand and said, “Barry’s old lady Sylvie makes the best Bistecca alla Fiorentina” And as Jamie opened her mouth to contest the claim, Bianca laughed and lifted her hands in surrender, “Yes, I know, I know! Not as good as your Mumma’s I’m sure. No one can come up to Proserpina Delano, is what I’ve heard.” Jamie nodded, bursting with pride as she realised how talented her Mumma was. She trooped behind Bianca, who was chattering away and soon, even before she realised it, Jamie was answering in enthusiasm.

Beatrice could not contain her irritation anymore, she stood up and slammed the table. "Look, owning a business is already an achievement, if you are a team manager, how can you belittle someone who owns a company?, another thing, I prefer character over money, don't ask as if I am after money!" She coldly said, it made everyone silent, but not Diego who became more furious, Beatrice just humiliated him just to defend Marcus!

“Fine! Mother. You know it is her that will be happy only. You don’t have to sacrifice yourself!” Beatrice went out of the cubicle and examined her face in the mirror. She had bruises on her cheeks and a bandage on her forehead. Even her lips were bruised. Though, she was confident that whoever that man will still want her. Beatrice has gray eyes that she takes from her mother. Her hair was a long and natural blonde. She also has freckles on her cheeks and on her nose bridge. Her skin was fair and had a slim body. She does have suitors but she never entertains anyone because of her stepmother. Plus, she was more focused on building her career than having a boyfriend.

Lord Niklaus said to have Beatrice nod. The Lord of Viscoria stood up and left the table, whispering some words with the Lord of Bathon. They seemed close. Beatrice thought as she ate her bread silently. Biting her bread in peace, she felt a pull on her dress, and then came a hit. Beatrice glared down at her sister's leg that was poking her down the table. The girl was a nuisance and a troublemaker. Just as Beatrice was about to raise the tea to her lips, another hit came making the tea pour on her dress.

Beatrice Thorne wore a black velvet gown with a high collar. Her silver hair was pinned into a flawless chignon. Around her neck hung what looked like a heavy diamond necklace, though not as heavy as the intimidating aura she exuded. She did not look at them right away; she was cutting a small piece of meat with terrifying precision. “Sit down, Mavric,” Beatrice’s voice sounded like grinding ice. “And you… Liora White. Sit far away from my son.” “I want to see your face clearly.” Mavric did not obey that order.

POV: Ryuu My eyes stayed locked on Beatrice as she moved through the room, her presence commanding attention in a way that felt almost defiant. She carried herself with a confidence that was equal parts captivating and infuriating, her chin held high, her gaze steady, and her lips curved into a smile that hinted at secrets only she knew. Watching her maneuver through a room full of Morunagas—each more venomous than the last—was like watching someone walk a tightrope over a pit of snakes. And she made it look effortless.

She quickly and politely withdrew her arm, and said to Antonia, "Excuse me." Antonia was still a little dazed.'s cold expression just now showed that he was not interested in her. But when it came to being a curator, her works, acting, and appearance, she did not lose out to Betty at all. How could this be? What kind of bewitching medicine did Betty give this rich boss? Betty and Bryson had only walked a few steps when they met another of her cooperating Female artiste, "Betty ..." She ran to greet her like a butterfly.

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

she said with a grin. “And, if I may add, the most dignified bachelor I have ever known.” Arturo let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. “That’s enough, Beatrice. Don’t make Her Highness uncomfortable.” Beatrice pouted slightly, though her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Why? I’m only stating facts,” she said innocently. “You’ve always been so picky with women before.” She tilted her head, glancing between them. “Although… I’ve just noticed the way you look at Her Highness,” Beatrice said boldly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “I truly believe the two of you would make a wonderful match.”

Her expression tightened for just a second, small enough that it would have been missed if anyone wasn’t watching closely. One of her friends followed her line of sight. “Isn’t that Marcus Sterling?” Another leaned in slightly. “That’s your fiancé, right?” A brief pause followed. Then, quieter, “Who’s the woman with him?” All eyes turned to Beatrice. Waiting. She set her glass down carefully, the movement controlled. “Just a business partner,” she said flatly. But her eyes didn’t leave them. Not far from their table, another presence had also taken notice.