Beatrice Novel Spoiler Novels & Stories

She offered me a deal—said she’d help me rise, give me everything I wanted, including Lola, if I followed her instructions without question. Her plan? Ruthless. She told me to reject Sai as my mate. Then, she ordered me to kill the Alpha. It was all laid out. Every step. Even the night I was having sex with Lola, Beatrice had all planned it. She told me she would send Sai to look for Lola—and in that moment, Sai would walk in and catch us in bed. The heartbreak would shatter her, and she’d have no choice but to accept my rejection. I did everything Beatrice asked of me.

“How dare you?” Giselle snapped. She walked towards the stage, eyes brimming with rage. “I guess you failed to tell everyone how you cheated on Carson, made him feel insecure because you were richer than him.” I choked on a breath. “That’s a really pathetic lie, Giselle. If I didn't love him, I never would've married him. I loved him. He betrayed my trust by having an affair with you despite all I did to keep him. And let's not talk about how he's preparing divorce papers just a few days after I gave him my inheritance as heiress of the Malcolm group.”

Beatrice's POV Morning light wakes me and for a moment I forget where I am until I see the unfamiliar ceiling and remember everything. The auction, the sale, Vincent and Christopher, ten million dollars, six months in this cage. Someone knocks on my door soft but persistent. "Beatrice? Are you awake?" Christopher's voice carries worry like he expects to find me broken. I pull on a robe that costs more than anything I have ever owned and open the door. Christopher stands there with coffee and dark circles under his eyes like he did not sleep either.

She couldn’t be more than glad that her sister had saved her from such an awkward situation as they head back to Old-Vine Town. On their way, Kathryn was moody, and when Caitlin asked her what it was, she said, “They somehow knew we were coming so they got rid of all the evidence. I went to the place and it was all burnt down. They must have killed the man and Bathilda’s family before dumping them in that river.” “Bathilda?” “That is the girl’s name. She told me herself.”

Beatrice is the only one who makes me feel this way and she was the reason for everything. When I reached her inside of our room, I found her sleeping on the bed. She opened her eyes when she felt my presence and she's even shocked to see me. Beatrice was about to climb off the bed when I cornered her. I pinned her against the bed, with her hands above her head. “Are you ready for tonight, Beatrice?” I whispered in her ear, but damn. She's teary-eyed, and it makes my blood boil. “I-I am so-sorry… I can't…”

"It was wrong of me to borrow your wedding, but I have a terminal illness." She paused for dramatic effect, gauging the crowd’s reaction. And just like that, a few whispers started up again. "She’s dying, though…" "Maybe Micheal was just trying to be kind." "Is Judy really this heartless?" Becky lowered her gaze, trembling ever so slightly—but not before I caught the flicker of satisfaction in her eyes. I felt my wolf bristle beneath my skin, a growl curling low in my throat. Oh, this little actress wanted a show?

Beatrice POV "Where are you going?" "I can't possibly stay here again. I have to go," I have to leave a trace of my whereabouts so that he cannot follow me. I will fight alone everything from the start. If later I succeed, I will take what I have ever had. My head is a little dizzy. I was tired of surviving and his actions endangered my fetus. "But where are you going, you're not- Bea!" I came out of her house and vomited. My stomach hurts and my body is weak. My feet and hands tremble. I remembered that I hadn't eaten yet. I was too sad over my loss but I forgot that I only had your child in my body.

"I saw Beca—" "Beatrice," I snap, cutting her off. My voice is sharp enough to draw a few curious glances our way, but I don't care. This dumb bitch can't even get her name right. "Right, Beatrice," she corrects with an exaggerated eye roll. "I saw her slip her hand into your back pocket and pull out some cash. She stuffed it right in her dress. Then went upstairs, probably to go and hide it." All I feel is cold, slicing rage. Not at Beatrice but at Moris. She's trying to turn me against Beatrice, trying to plant a seed of doubt where there is none.

For all else, one from another, she will have it used for her own gain. “Now, what could I’ll be taking from you?” “CHARACTER PROFILE.” The words that immediately took Beatrice interest and more than anything for the time being. With her eyes widen and the book that JK is currently reading. A sinister smile then draws to her face, as she then had the perfect plot for her little play. “Now, now, now. Who said that only those two can have their pieces of the chess game that they are playing?” Her plan is lock. Her mind is set towards that goal. As JK flips the pages, Beatrice is copying everything to where she is. To every word and every name her smile widens as her heart is now jumping in gle

I hope- I hope it was enough. “Yes, my sweet. This is the little rat I have told you so much about.” Michael’s cold voice was unmistakable as I could see the door shut. “She’s the one that’s caused this whole scandal with your beloved fiance.” Monica moved to the side as Michael and the woman stepped towards me with a cold smirk plastered on her face. “Interesting that he would pick someone who looks nothing like a Zargan… She does appear to be quite exotic, doesn’t she? And from what I was told from your mother, Michael, she doesn’t know her place either.” Beatrice smiled a terrifying cruel smile. “Well, my little rat, you’re going to be shown a whole new level of Zargan depravity today.” S