Novel & Cerita Beatrice Bartoni

For a brief moment, the whole table fell silent. “Wow!” Beatrice exclaimed, her eyes widening. “I can’t believe you actually got invitations to Mrs. Beaumont’s exclusive gala! I heard those things are worth a fortune.” She leaned forward excitedly, taking a closer look at the cards. “Jessy also told me Mrs. Beaumont will be attending in person tonight. Apparently, she’s quite tenacious and has a fiery temper, so you’d better be careful.” “Is the young mistress that formidable?” Beatrice mother inquired, pausing her meal to join in the conversation.

Whatever this was about, I didn't have the energy for it, not tonight, not when I could still feel Camille's heat on my skin, still taste her on my tongue. "It's about Camille, I think Ronald Barone should really work on that daughter of his" My jaw tightened. "Why? What about her?" Beatrice's perfectly shaped eyebrows rose. "You really didn't notice?" "Notice what?" I kept my voice level, even though something dangerous was coiling in my chest. "How she dressed tonight." Beatrice set her clutch down on the console table with deliberate care. "That dress was completely inappropriate and slutty, honestly, did you see the slit? The neckline? She might as well have shown up naked."

“ 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

THE BAR, ITALY*** Mrs Beatrice Walton sat at a corner in the bar as she drank herself to stupor. This will be the eight bottle of Alcohol she was having for today She had left the mansion without her guard and came right her to drink At least to forget about her lost daughter for a while. In the same bar was Richmond. He was drinking, smoking and kissing the two prostitutes that was beside him They flirt with him and laughed out. One grabbed his d**k and Richmond moaned naughtily. He looked up and his eyes might with Beatrice seating at a corner in the bar. Mere seeing her, he pushed the two prostitute away and staggered to her

I forced through my teeth as nicely as I could, “if we’re insistent on being more honest than formal.” “Lovely isn’t something we hear often.” Mr. Ricci said with a forced chuckle. I noticed he had had tattoos peeking from under his collar and cuffs. Mrs. Ricci also had some hiding under the folds of her sleeves and neckline. I looked back at her face, noticing an almost concealed smirk as her eyes softened momentarily. She squeezed my hand gently, which was surprisingly assuring. Guess I’d won her over? I couldn’t be sure too soon. Mrs. Beaumont stepped in hesitantly to break the tension, “The Riccis have one of the largest wineries and cheese factories in Italy. They even brought their bes

Chiara commented with her own plate of food in front of her too. Beatrice said something back in Italian and I didn’t understand but I could guess she was stating her agreement. As if talking about him had summoned his presence, Alessio abruptly walked in and looked around at the table of food and the mess the assistants were busy clearing up. His expression was one of careful impassiveness when he asked, “What happened here?” “Coraline, benedica la sua dolce anima, ha preparato un vero banchetto per soddisfare le voglie di Martina durante la gravidanza.” Beatrice told him while directing a gentle smile my way.

Listening to another girl say something about Precious was something I couldn't handle, I knew where this conversation would lead to if I let it happen. She smiled and nodded, "Sorry if you took offense handsome, I am Beatrice, the daughter of Bob O'Reilly, the CEO of O'Reilly Enterprise. I am a girl as you can well see, " she paused, looking down on her laps before she picked up again, "I had always wanted to be a fashion designer, own my brand, and even own a conglomerate that had shoe and bag brands but instead I studied Business just so I could take over from my father. To cut the long story short, during my mother's funeral after she died, a woman and her three children attended the fun

The butler opened the door and let me in before stepping in and closing the door behind him. “È qui Signor Rocco.” (she is here Sir Rocco.) the butler said standing in front of me facing the large table that demarcated us from the sturdy-looking figure who stood facing the window in the large office holding a glass of what seemed like rum. He raised his right hand as a signal to the butler to leave and he did almost immediately.

Carmelo silently walked beside me. Vittoria De Babesy was an iconic Italian fashion designer. She simply dominated the fashion world for years now, and she wasn’t anywhere near stopping. While Leonidas Moretti, her swoon-worthy fiancé, was a jewelry mogul. Utterly in love with Viva, and always showering her with custom jewelry and other unthinkable surprises. They were a perfect pair if you’d asked me. Their love was admired by almost everyone. Even I, who didn’t believe in it.

Everything about her screams attractiveness. "Tay, this is Clyde Dante and Beverly Carington. They're the people who designed the Harvest. This is my wife, Taylor." He introduced us to his wife. I shook her hand so was Clyde. "It was nice to meet you, Mrs. Hastington." I smiled. "Oh.. don't be so formal, you can call me Taylor." She said as she sat down across me. "But Mr. Dante.. I'm glad that you took over this project because I don't like Peter's style of design. I mean.. his design is modern but somehow it doesn't suit my taste alog with my dad's."