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Spotting the maid loitering, Beatrice shooed her away and approached the kitchen herself. “My dear,” Beatrice said with exaggerated warmth, “you made breakfast for all of us? What’s on the menu?” Alicia turned with a smile that didn’t touch her eyes. The look made Beatrice stiffen; something about Alicia’s gaze felt as if it saw right through her. Before Beatrice could collect herself, Alicia had already walked out. A bead of sweat slid down Beatrice’s back. The sensation shocked and angered her. How could she be afraid of a mere girl?

Or even Magnus… As I stand there, the weight of dread pressing down on me, Beatrice bursts into the room, her eyes widening in shock at the scene before her. The plate of food she carries slips from her grasp, crashing to the floor with a clatter that seems to reverberate through the room. She takes a step back, her hand flying to her mouth as she gasps in horror. "Oh, no..." Beatrice's voice trembles, her eyes fixated on the blood-stained gown hanging on the rack. She recognises it instantly. Her breath catches in her throat, and I see her gulp. "That... That dress..."

She walked closer to her, "I disposed it and was planning to clean up when Joy called for my attention in her room" Beatrice lied smoothly even though her heart was racing abnormally. She was praying that her lie shouldn't get caught. Aunty Mimi finally released the breath she was holding, she was scared something was wrong with both of them. She believed since it was Beatrice that talked, if it was joy, she knew that the story was a pure lie. She waved her emotions and went to serve them food. Joy looked at Beatrice immediately and smiled. She just found her match. ***

Beatrice quickly walked out of the room, then returned a few moments later with a book in her hand. She opened it and flipped through the pages until she came to a stop. “I know exactly what it is. How did I miss this?” Ms. Beatrice said. “What?” Lillian asked. “Her mate is being unfaithful.” Ms. Beatrice's tone was sad, it made my heart stop beating for a second. W-what? How can this be? I haven’t found my mate. How I could I feel pains of cheating if I’ve never even found my mate?

He was moving so fast that by the time Wilson and the others started to get suspicious, the former pair had already ran away. Bam! Beatrice was thrown onto the grassy ground. She looked back and found something that led her to despair: a cliff. She couldn’t possibly escape, unless she commits suicide. “Anton, please, no. Don’t do this to me, I... I’m still a maiden and a student...,” Beatrice begged desperately as tears started streaming down her cheeks. However, Anton only became even more excited after hearing her words.

Somewhere beyond the hedges, somewhere beyond the gates, Lillian Bloom was moving through a life that had been shaped without her consent. And Elena was carrying a truth she had not yet spoken. Beatrice pressed her palm to the glass. “I will tell her,” she said softly. “When it will not destroy her.” The rain intensified, drumming against the window like insistence. For the first time in decades, Beatrice Whitmore felt fear. Not of exposure. Of timing. She turned away from the window and extinguished the last ember in the hearth, leaving the room dark, cleansed, and irrevocably altered.

The concern she saw in his eyes was disconcerting, to say the least. “I’ll be okay,” she said softly. When she saw her words did nothing to placate his anxieties, she squeezed his hand back. An understanding passed between them and he turned his head away. Beatrice knew Lucas wasn’t happy about it and could understand why. The Dark Heart had designs on getting free which began and ended with Beatrice being dead. Patience interrupted Beatrice’s reverie. “Things have been quiet for some time,” she said. “I knew it was too good to be true.”

She turned and began walking toward the door. Beatrice narrowed her eyes in surprise. She had expected a fight or something. But Henrietta was calm. “You and Felix will pay greatly for what you did,” Henrietta said quietly as she opened the door. Then she walked out. Beatrice scoffed. She didn’t care. All that mattered was that her daughter, Scarlett, had lived a luxurious life. That was enough for her. Just then— The door opened again and three nurses walked in. Beatrice’s heart skipped. Fear crept into her chest. She knew what they were here for.

“You had no right, Violet Wells. I want a divorce. I want nothing to do with you, and here I was, thinking you were different!” “Alex…” Violet whispered, tears streaming down her face. “You’re just an entitled woman who thinks she can do anything and get away with it!” he snapped, storming out, leaving Violet sobbing. “Mom… Where are you?” she cried. After a while, Violet wiped her tears and turned on the TV, hoping to distract herself from the unbearable pain. The news anchor’s voice broke her trance. "Breaking news: The ex-wife of Lucas Wells has been arrested as the primary suspect in the deaths of Mr. Christopher Wells and his butler, Alfred Maxwell. Her fingerprints were found on the kn

I opened my car and tossed them into the passenger seat, then I came right out again, loving just how I had to look down to meet her eyes. “Thank you for a job well done.” “Anything for my partner.” She teased. Finally, the world would know the truth. Once Celeste was done packing and moving, I would release the information to the board. I didn't initially because I didn't want her getting hurt in the Miller mansion, but now I had real evidence. ………… I dreaded this house for many reasons, considering the dark memories that flooded my head any time I thought about it. Dinner was served as we gathered around the table. Dad, mom and George.