Beatrice Divergent Novels & Stories

He went to where Bianca was still lying on the bed, with a smug look on her face and held her hands as he stared at me and said those four earth shattering words "I want a divorce”

“You’re asking me to send her away again.” Beatrice met his gaze evenly. “I am asking you to stop treating visibility as singular.” She turned to Lillian then, her expression softening. “They are not hunting you,” Beatrice said. “They are hunting convergence. Remove it, and the threat loses clarity.” Lillian swallowed. “And you.” Beatrice smiled faintly. “I am not the variable they are measuring anymore.” That answer chilled the room. “You’re wrong,” Elena said sharply. “You’re still a target.”

"Stop!" exclaimed Alex. "Fine! Alex Rockefeller, since you have changed and do not recognize me, I will go back and take away Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter, and tell them that their father is a bastard who abandoned his wife and children. He is scum. In the future, I will not allow them to acknowledge you!" Beatrice said. Crap! This was the clincher! Alex was stunned! "Go. Beatrice has a deep love for you. I saw it when I had the concert. She took good care of your children. Go, for the sisters have long accepted her," Zendaya gently pushed him.

Ahead of us, the narrow dirt path wound upward toward the cliffs, the ground already turning into a thick, treacherous soup of mud and decaying leaves. "Look," I gasped, pointing through the gray blur of the storm. A hundred yards up the trail, the beam of Christopher's tactical light caught the wet, reflective fabric of a dark gray trench coat. Beatrice was moving fast, her blond hair completely ruined by the downpour, clinging to her neck as she scrambled over the jagged stone steps leading toward the upper overlook. She wasn't running like a panicked woman; her movements were deliberate, her hand clutching a small, metallic data drive tight against her ribs.

He swung the suitcase and threw it to the ground, scattering clothes and items everywhere. Beatrice was startled and froze for a few seconds. When she came to her senses, she said, "I don't need these things anyway. They're not worth much." She deliberately provoked Andrew, "Besides, my daughter is now the Young Mistress of the Gray Family. What can't I get?" With that, she decided to leave everything behind and headed downstairs. Andrew grabbed her arm, "What are you doing? Let's talk this out." Beatrice shook off his hand. "There's nothing to talk about. There's only one way—divorce."

” Beatrice was running again, feet pummelling the deck, gaining speed, the intensity of emotion exhilarating, the aim to get to Emily, to rip out her devious tongue, and throw it onto the deck. Emily climbed to her feet, too, and braced for impact. Claire tried to intercept, but her lack of strength made the attempt clumsy. Beatrice was easily able to dodge her. The collision with Emily was almost inevitable when, at the last moment, Beatrice surprised them all by veering slightly right. Before anyone realised what was happening, Beatrice had jumped overboard. All but Emily dashed to the spot where Beatrice had plunged from the boat, looking over the side into the total darkness.

To make it even more unbearable, she was the one who couldn't let go. Clutching the divorce agreement, Beatrice turned away without a second thought. Determined to get an explanation, she set off for Austera to find me. "Cedric had been the one to pursue me all along. So why was he now walking away without a word?" she mused inwardly. The more Beatrice thought about it, the faster she walked. Her face darkened as she strode toward the exit. Without warning, she bumped into a man saturated with cologne.

I threw it. I hurled the Blue Diamond into the dark, toward the edge of the pier where the waves were crashing against the rusted pilings. "No!" Beatrice shrieked. She turned, her greed overriding her bloodlust, and lunged toward the darkness to catch the billion-dollar stone before it vanished into the sea. In that split second of distraction, Melanie moved. She hadn't been working for Beatrice—she had been waiting for her moment. She tackled Beatrice from behind, the two women spiraling into the mud.

Beatrice sneered, "What kind of position do I need, Laurette's? You know very well how you married Bryce Rodriguez. You know whether he loves you or not." Beatrice's words hit my sore spot hard, and I approached Beatrice. "How do you know he doesn't love me, Beatrice? We've been sharing the same bed for five years, sleeping in the same blanket every night. How do you know we haven't developed feelings for each other?" Beatrice was forced to step back by my fierce momentum, and she said in embarrassment, "You, you have no shame." "What's wrong with me being shameless today? It's better than some people hiding behind the name of Irene and having countless dirty thoughts in their hearts. And ho

My mother suddenly suffered a brain hemorrhage, and I needed to pay $80,000 for surgery immediately. I called my wife right away. Before I could finish, she cut me off impatiently. "Gabriel Cole, didn't we agree when we got married that we'd keep our finances separate? Your mother being sick is your family's problem. Why should you touch my savings? Can't you have a little respect for the contract?" Then my stepson's sneering voice came through from her side. "Uncle Gabriel, can you stop morally blackmailing my mom? As a grown man, isn't it pathetic that you can't even pay your own mother's medical bills? Stop bothering us while we're eating sushi." Because I couldn't pay the fee in tim