Beatrice Bartoni Novels & Stories

She smiles to herself, mentally praising herself for coming up with such a brilliant idea. She takes a silver spoon and bowl from the tray that one of her butlers brought to bring her breakfast earlier this morning. After answering the call she covers the phone with the bowl and starts tapping the silver spoon over the bowl hard enough to make an unbearable sound. It's even too much for her to bear the obnoxious sound, still she goes on with the torture. "What in the heaven are you doing, young lady?" Iris jumps off her bed hearing Martha's voice, one of her butlers whom she absolutely adores.

She adjusted her hat, straightened her dress, and marched up to the front door, ringing the doorbell. Butler Jamie, a tall man in his fifties with a balding head, greeted her with a warm smile as he opened the door. "Madam Aniston, what a delightful surprise. Your grandson is not at home presently. But it is a pleasure to see you. May I inquire about the purpose of your visit today?" Rolling her eyes, Beatrice ignored his question and marched past him, her heels clicking on the marble floor. "I need not explain myself to you... Remember your place," she replied sharply. "I will wait for Chase in the drawing room."

“That’s nothing. Enjoy the party, but I’d like you to keep an eye on Brianna so that Nathalie isn’t the only one looking at my granddaughter. There are a lot of people there.” “Yes, Madame!” Donna replied warmly. “I’ll keep a close eye on Brianna. “Thank you. Alright, I’m really going now,” Mrs. Beatrice said, as she took her leave of us. Everyone fell silent as Madame Beatrice stepped out here in the sitting room, the surrounding area became noisy again. The makeup artist instinctively touched her chest. “It’s really true then, Madame Beatrice Watson’s aura is sophisticated, yet intimidating.” “That’s right,” the hairstylist chimed in. “I thought she was going to eat me alive with that star

" Alright, Lucia. Let me quickly finish the food so that you can have your meal before the evening sets in. You know it is not good to have meals late." Beatrice ate the food and drank the remainder of the apple cider. She had never tasted anything quite like it before, not even back in the twenty first century. This one was naturally sweet as it had no artificial sweeteners unlike the ones she had drank in the twenty first century. She handed the tray back to Lucia and yawned loudly. "Do not bother to come back in here after your meal. I am tired and I need to take a nap to revive my energy. After that, I shall pay a visit to Alexander in his office. "

At this moment, Beatrice and Claire were on their way to her grandfather’s place, driving the BMW M8 that was given to Dorothy by Alex. Beatrice’s grandfather was Aidan Bardot. He has two daughters: Claire was the elder while the younger one was named Adrianna Bardot. Adrianna was much snobbish than Claire, she would always try to compare with Claire in every aspect. Ever since Claire’s husband, Henry Assex, went missing after a trip with his secretary, Adrianna insulted and looked down upon her every time they met.

The panes were cleaner now than they had been in years, and brought in fresh energy to this disheveled place. “Thank you,” the bartender said as she passed around coffee and donuts. She was gracious host, and even trusted us enough to tell us her name was Beatrice. “In all the years I’ve worked her, never have I seen an Alpha treat the rest of us like equals.”

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach

The moment my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light. **Alpha Lorenzo Bianchi - POV** I watched Gabriel dance with the woman on the dance floor, stealing furtive glances at the girl seated a few chairs away from me. Ever since that incident, I had buried myself in work to avoid women, but she felt different. It had been an hour since she walked into the bar, and I couldn’t shake the feeling she ignited something deep within me. Unlike the other women here, she wasn’t dressed provocatively, yet there was something undeniably pretty about her that drew me in.

“Lucia is not fit to be a wife anymore. She’s unstable. Weak.” “She’s your wife,” Beatrice shouted. “She’s my mother.” “You’ll understand when you’re older.” But Beatrice didn’t want to understand. Not then. Not ever. And exactly thirty-three days after Lucia was forced to pack her life into a single suitcase and disappear, her father had remarried. To her. Valeria D’Amico. Antonia’s mother. Beatrice closed her eyes and felt the fury rise like bile. She could still see her stepmother’s perfectly painted lips curled in a smug smile that day at the garden wedding. Could still hear her laugh—the way it lilted through the halls like a victory bell.

"Donald sir, she looks really beautiful. Welcome to our lovely abode. I'm Beatrice Suarez. You can call me B.S for short." Beatrice is such a beautiful and lovely lady. She's chubby and cute, she's a red hair and she smells really good, more like natural spices, no, she's got this lovely scent that makes you crave for food. It's really a nice scent that reminds you of home and of your mum. She is really bright and bubbly, full of so much energy. She's in her early forties and she's really one who's fun to be with. She helped Mr Julio take our luggage in.