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Candice reminded her before walking away with a plate of desserts. She wasn’t as noble-hearted as Sophia. What she’d done was already more than enough. Beatrice clenched her dessert plate, steadied herself for a few seconds, then walked over to join a group of chatting madams. She made casual conversation while secretly texting someone. In a corner of the banquet hall, a woman in a gray gown had been watching Beatrice closely. She calmly dialed a number, “She looks uneasy. I think she’s caught on.” Meanwhile, Candice had found Sophia and Bianca.

At the party, Beatrice Sherbird’s close friends surrounded me. “I heard you’ve had a crush on Beatrice since you were a kid. You even insisted on being her husband when you played house. So, do you still have feelings for her now?” Everyone turned to look at me. I looked toward the woman in the corner who was casually pouring a drink and said, “I was young and clueless back then. I probably caused Beatrice a lot of headaches. “Honestly, those feelings faded a long time ago. Besides, I’m actually getting married soon.” I heard the sound of glass breaking. Beatrice stared at her high heels stained with spilled wine. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, and she remained dazed for a

In the afternoon of the same day, she told me in her letter that in two day's time, an hour before midnight, I should follow a trail of white powder as soon as I hear a bang outside. It was obvious Beatrice was planning to sacrifice herself to help me escape. “No, I'm not going through with this. I'm not letting you sacrifice yourself to save me,” I furiously wrote back. At dinner time the same day, Beatrice did not show up. Another maid replaced her. “Hey, where's the other maid?” I asked the maids that came, holding tight onto my plate. As usual, they acted deaf to my question. “Where's she? Did that lunatic swap her because he's too anxious and lacks trust? Huh? Answer me!” I demanded ang

He'd thought. God, he'd thought she was Elisabeth. The shame had been crushing. He'd left her room before she woke up, had avoided her for days. Then, two months later, she'd come to him, shaking, crying, holding a pregnancy test in her trembling hands. "Bruce, I'm pregnant." He could still see her face. The hope and terror mixed together. The way she'd looked at him like he held her entire world in his hands. And he'd destroyed her.

Edmund reached toward her again, but before he could close the distance, another car pulled up. The door opened, and Beatrice stepped out into the flashing lights. --- Beatrice had been standing in the shadows for some time, watching. Half her face was ruined—a map of angry scars and twisted flesh that made strangers avert their eyes. She hadn’t set foot outside the house in months, hiding her disfigurement from the world. But now, seeing Serena and Miriam crumpled on the ground, a sharp and bitter satisfaction welled up in her chest. Still, confusion flickered across her expression.

she murmured, "I hope for her sake, she's ready." She quit the study, her heels clicking against the marble floor, leaving Jonathan to his thoughts. Outside, a wind howled against the windows, carrying on it whispered secrets of a past refusing to stay buried. ******* The city moved forward, while the people in it were stuck between their own wars. Beatrice gloated over their victory; Amelia's disappearance had secured their top position. Then— A knock reverberated through the large Rodriguez mansion. Firm. Slow. Beatrice, still wrapped in her satisfaction, turned a glance at Catherine before getting up to see who was at the door.

“If you didn’t already know, we are over.” My chest heaved at his words like my heart was about to jump out of my chest. As I watched him leave, with Liam following him, I had to force myself to stop crying. After the dance, I went home and cried until I couldn’t cry anymore. So much for thinking I could be strong enough to handle this. “Oh, bummer. Looks like, in the end, I still won.” Brianna sounded pleased with herself. I hadn’t planned to make them do anything, but now it was too tempting. Returning my attention to Brianna again, I shoved my books against her chest. She let out a gasp of surprise, but her arms circled my books.

Beatrice asked Ben as she followed behind Ben as he dropped the purse on Beatrice's bed. “They're leaving early, so she couldn't come,” Ben told her. “Okay, now you can leave,” Beatrice said, glaring at him. “What if I don't?” Ben smirked at her. Beatrice closed her eyes, seeing his bare chest was driving her crazy, and she wanted him to leave immediately, so she could think straight. She opened her eyes and walked closer to him, she grabbed his hand and begin pulling him, but Ben stood rooted to his spot. What was she thinking?

"Guess what? Beatrice got sentenced!" It turned out she and Aunt Sylvia had teamed up to scam money out of me. When I didn't fall for it, she snapped. And in a rage, she'd stabbed Aunt Sylvia to death. She tried to kill herself next, likely assuming she would be reborn again, but fate had other plans. Aunt Sylvia had died, but Beatrice didn't. They managed to resuscitate her, only for the police to arrest her right there in the hospital. When I finished listening to all that, I felt… nothing.

Quietly, I move to the next entry and keep reading. *Daisy played hide and seek with me today. She makes me so happy, but I know I don't have much time left. The poison is working faster than I expected. Clarissa is good at this, I will give her that. She has been so subtle that I even didn't realize what was happening until it was already too late.* My breath catches. She knew her murderer! What kind of woman is Beatrice Caldwell? Even now that I feel like I am reading her mind, I still don't understand.