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"She's cheap, hoarding the family vaults while we take all the heat. Keep pressing her, Beatrice. It's about the principle, the vibe. You're doing the right thing." Beatrice's chin lifted. "Don't worry, Marco. I've got this." I watched through my glass window as she pulled out her phone. She set up her camera, took a few panning shots of her cubicle, and then flipped the lens to face herself. Her expression instantly changed. Her eyes welled up with tears, her lower lip trembled, and she looked completely heartbroken. She hit record and started a livestream right there from her desk, her face a perfect mask of manufactured sorrow.

Her hair was swept into a soft chignon, and diamonds sparkled on her ears on loan, worth more than any property her father had ever sold. She looked like she belonged. But inside, she was hollow. Beatrice stood nearby, reviewing notes on a tablet. She didn’t look at her like a woman. She looked at her like a product going to market. “Smile when cameras are near,” she said. “Keep your answers brief. Don’t mention the convent. Or your sister. Or anything personal. You are Mrs. Ellen Moretti now.” She turned from the mirror. “But what if I forget who I really am?”

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.

Beatrice doesn't really left something so she just took the stairs and slower her pace so she would not bump with someone she knew. As she was walking, she thought of their relationship, she wanted to reveal it but she can't since she is afraid she might get criticized. She was not afraid anymore of the danger of publicizing her relationship with Marcus, but she gets scared of the smaller thing like work. Maybe she will, once she gets the chance and mustered up her courage. Few minutes of walking, she saw the door to the basement parking, she flashed a smile of success and reached to it. As soon as she got out, she went to Marcus's parking and saw him leaning to his Bugatti Veyron, the sight

Lina gritted her teeth loudly and Beatrice looked up at her, giving her a quizzing look. “Sorry. I just saw some photos that were quite disgusting.” She said, shoving her phone in her pocket. “I’ll go and freshen up in my place now. Thanks for inviting me.” She was walking to the door as she spoke because she couldn’t help the tears that were starting to fall from her eyes and she didn't want Beatrice to witness them.

Charlotte McCartney “Josh looks like you've not only gotten yourself a wife but also someone to fight your battles for you isn't that right?” Beatrice Xavier asked, staring at me with a sinister smile. “You know I'm his wife and yet you choose to disrespect my husband and daughter before me?” I countered feeling more enraged by this woman, who not only has been able to succeed in making Josh feel more miserable than ever but was also reaching to what she considers other parts of him to do the same thing.

Beatrice announced herself, her voice carrying the regal authority she had honed over the years. Jumping slightly, Jada turned around, her eyes widening in surprise as she took in the elegant figure before her, mumbling, "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come in. Can I help you?" For a long, silent minute, Beatrice assessed Jada with a scrutinizing gaze, her ego wounded by the fact that Jada didn't recognize her, saying, "I'm Chase's grandmother, Beatrice Aniston."

“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

The next day, Trisha woke up and the first thing that came to her mind was her phone. Beatrice had opened an I*******m account for her and because of the beautiful pictures she had been posting, many people followed her. She saw that Beatrice was awake, and was busy with her laptop. 'It's so early and mummy is working, she didn't sleep early last night. She's overworking all because of me' she thought as she stared at Beatrice.

she said, leaning forward and pecking them both on the cheeks. Candice stood still as she pecked her and then turned around like a robot, before screaming and running away. “What is wrong with her?" Melissa asked Vanessa. “She always dreamt of you pecking her," she said. Not long after a knock landed on the door and both her and Vanessa screamed come in. The door swung open and Beatrice walked in. She was in a red dress that had an exquisite design that let one catch a glimpse of her straight legs and brown thighs. Melissa smiled. “Waoh," she exclaimed. “You look good,"