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So Bert stayed behind to help us in the office. I kept mulling over this while we completed the paperwork. What if Bert had always planned to betray my dad? Several doors were open to him. What if, even in the previous life, he was the key to Michael's allies breaking through the security and setting the place on fire? Maybe Michael had promised him immunity or said that he or Kylan would be the next alpha, but in the end, he killed him and his family anyhow. My thoughts wouldn't shut off because of how unsettling the possibilities were. I hoped to learn the truth about it.

Or did she fear to speak it aloud? My thoughts rush toward Tremaine. It must be her, of course. Who else would dare such a thing? It reeks of her—her quiet malice, her hunger to erase my mother’s presence from these halls. The audacity chills me, yet it also makes my blood burn. I cannot mend the cuts; every attempt with my handkerchief only deepens their ugliness. I set the portrait aside with trembling fingers. The table itself tells another story. Books are scattered across it, some cracked open, others with pages ripped away. As though someone had searched with frantic purpose and cared nothing for what was ruined in the process. My hand drifts toward one of the volumes.

I said while walking towards our carriage. "Well yeah, seeing you embarrassed and all" He teased again and I was about to reply when I saw him closing the carriage right in my face. 'That bastard! I should have thrown him to the wolf nest when I had a chance Beatrice's POV I thought I would be enjoying my breakfast after a tiring party last night when one of my mother's maids came. "My Lady, the duke and duchess asked you for a meal," She said and I sighed. I signaled her to leave and she looked at me shocked at my response.

“Seems like you already had her in mind as a suspect.” Of course, I was right. That was her plan—to get Frankenstein out of the way by poisoning him and to hold back Regina from the marriage by kidnapping her. I had never been so accurate. “You’ve got all the evidence you need.” I mentioned. “Absolutely!” “Then pounce on her.” I cut the line. That was one problem out. Beatrice was going to pay for what she had done. I called Frankenstein at once. “Hello sir, are you back from your vacation?”

For half a second it read: `SPG HAS NEW GODS`. Then it went black. Beatrice dropped to the floor. The sound was tiny, but in the sudden silence it was a gunshot. Two transfer students. One girl who thinks she’s the main character now.”

Beatrice had hoped that her one shot at being with Ace would happen when he hose her at the mating ceremony. Instead he chose an ugly bitch from a different pack whose family had more power and influence. Beatrice still had a few plans up her sleeve and if she was finally able to execute them, Ashley would be killed for treason. “Hand me the bedsheets.” She said to her friends. “Are you sure you can really do this?” Jill asked her. “Stop being such a wimp and give them to me.” Beatrice snapped irritated by her friend as she collected the bedsheets. “You’re supposed to be wishing me well!” She rolled her eyes in disgust. “If everything gets into plan you will know what to do.”

Beatrice suggested "You don't understand?" Monalisa muttered sadly, "I confessed that I poisoned my aunt. She won't believe if i deny not killing Barry's mother "

Beatrice was shocked by how Axle welcomed her. "Please stand up," Beatrice said and looked at Nate. Nate smiles at her and looks back to Axle, who is now standing. "Welcome back, Madame," Axel said. He knew Beatrice couldn't remember him and understood that. The three of them walk to enter the mansion. Beatrice examines the place and remembers some memories of her while she's looking at the whole villa. She remembers how she lived with Quiver here and how she cries on the couch because of Quiver's death. She even remembers that she reads the divorce paper from the mini table in front of her, and the letter comes from Quiver.

Elara was collecting was far more literal than Beatrice had ever imagined, and she was determined not to be the one who paid it. As the sun moved across the floor, Beatrice sat in silence, architecting her betrayal. She would play the role of the dutiful, broken wife for a few more days. She would follow Lydia’s rules. She would eat the dry toast. But in the shadows of the east wing, a new player had entered the endgame, and she was carrying the one document that could end the Vance line forever. "I will survive this," Beatrice whispered to the empty room after Silas had fallen into a fitful nap. "One way or another, I will not go down with this ship."

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,"