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Fear and uncertain, she seemed to be grappling with the prospect of uncovering the truth. Mateo, reading the emotions that played across her face, spoke softly, his voice a gentle whisper in the tense atmosphere. "Betty...It's what you believe it is... you don't need to open it," he cautioned, attempting to shield her from the gruesome sight that awaited her. She might have known the truth but seeing it was another depth of pain he didn’t want her to feel but Betty, steeling herself, ignored his warning and lifted the lid.

In the blink of an eye, it was just me, two of my maids, and the close family members of the Volvoks. The driver opened the door, and Vincenzo stepped into the car first. My maids helped me inside, struggling with the heavy gown as I settled in. “Your bags are already at the Volvok house. Safe journey, sweetie. And remember to always smile,” Miss Beatrice said, and tears filled my eyes. I hadn’t seen her at the wedding and didn’t even notice she had come. Now, seeing her here made me feel a little better. “Thank you so much, ma'am. I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me,” I said, and with that, the car pulled away, leaving the church behind.

I felt like a pervert, I try so hard, so I focus on her face instead. She starts walking away from me, towards the main door, before running out, she throws the screwdriver back and runs away. I try to run after her but to my surprise she hasn't left any scent behind. It's so strange, a wolf without a scent? I'm glad she is okay now but I hope to see her again. She seems like a badass. I didn't even get to know her name. Beatrice's POV

Whiskey splashed across the polished wood. "I'm done waiting." Beatrice didn't even blink. "You're forgetting something." He paused, fingers tightening around the glass. "What?" She met his eyes. "She's still alive." Victor looked away. "We handled that." "Clearly, we didn't," Beatrice said quietly. She straightened her dress and walked to the door. Just before she stepped out, she stopped. "Pray she remembers nothing," she said without turning around. "Because the day she does..." She let the rest hang in the air

I couldn't move from where I was standing until I felt Jackson next to me. "Let's go," he told me, then helped me out of there. I felt like I came back to myself when he pulled me out of there. I quickly wiped my tears and ran with Jackson. When we arrived at the Hotel, I could feel my body shaking. Allison is critical, and Brent is dead?! I think about how they got into an accident, and I think about Allison. I can't believe it! We haven't bonded with Brent for a long time, and then he's going to disappear in an instant?

Chapter 511 Nathan's voice hardened, "Enough." Beatrice ignored him, "I accomplished what I wanted." My fingers became cold. "What are you saying?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Beatrice's eyes gleamed, "The plan was to destroy you." The room seemed to shrink around me. She continued, her voice carrying across the silent hall, "And I succeeded." My lips parted, but no words came. "You can expose me," she said. "You can expose Andrew. You can show every recording you have. You can put me behind bars for the rest of my life." She shrugged, "But you will still wake up every morning knowing your daughter is gone."

"Who will you call? Your Prince? He’s wining and dining with that spoilt heiress. No one is coming to save you, Becca." He shoved his face into my neck, licking my neck; his breath hot and foul. I felt the bile rise in my throat as his hand fumbled under the hem of my floral gown. Not like this. The thought was a white-hot spark. I will not let them take the little dignity I'm left with. THIRD PERSON POV It was a explosion of motion. As Henry leaned in, certain of his victory, Becca didn't shrink. She coiled. With a guttural roar that sounded nothing like the delicate look she had, she brought her knee up with every ounce of desperate strength she had left.

Becky pleaded, tears rolling down her eyes as she spoke. Shooting a hot glare at Aiden, Mrs Rita asked. "For the last time, what happened Aiden?!" Her voice emitted anger. "Look whatever happened, I don't really know but all I can remember is that she went out last night with a young dude. I remember slightly seeing her when she came back...while I was taking vodka and tequila. After that, I can't remember anything else, apart from waking up this morning to discover that she was not in her room." M Aiden responded as he spoke slowly and stared at Mrs Rita "You grabbed my neck and .." Becky could not complete her statement, she coughed and Mrs Rita brought out a bottle of water to hand it ove

And there's no better way for a woman to surrender than filling her with gifts,'' I say by going towards David's bedroom door. '' Hahahaha. I want to watch all this.'' David says, and I wave at him and leave the room. I go back to mine my room. And Beatrice is getting dressed. She's got a towel on her head, and I see she's naked. But I don't care and enter. She holds the towel around her body as soon as she sees me. ''I'm sorry, I forgot you were here! I'm not used to having women in my room.'' Could you clarify, please?

How could he propose to someone else without even breaking up with her first? “Bea…” She looked at her with pain and disgust. “Just don’t show your face in front of me anymore.” That was it. Without even saying goodbye or thank you, Bea left the restaurant. “You’re so pathetic, Beatrice.” She started sobbing as soon as she entered the restroom in a nearby establishment. “You worked hard to make yourself look beautiful,” she said bitterly as she wiped her tears on her face. She frowned when she saw her reflection and she felt even more pathetic for putting much effort into her looks just to end the celebration with a breakup.