Belle Da Costa Greene Mother Novels & Stories

A distracting pawn. “Let’s start with this. I’m Ravenna Costa. Daughter of Fiona and Matteo Costa. There’s no ulterior motive to me cooking and inviting everyone over. Who knows? It might be our last home-cooked meal. Plus, I was in a sharing mood. What’s your name?”

“Rhea. Rhea!” My father says with urgency. His fingers firmly grasping my mothers shoulders, her swollen belly the only thing keeping them apart. Her gown is a gauzy minty green. The skirt endlessly flowing around her. The bodice made of a darker velvet. He never calls her by her name. “You must prepare yourself to run. I might not come back. You know the position we are in.”

I grabbed a nude purse from my closet placing my lipgloss, a peppermint, some cash, three bubble gum which I usually carry and I was done. I came out of the closet and I heard gasps coming from the people in the room. "Wow mommy you look beautiful". Emma was the first to speak. "Oh my world, Liz we did a great job making your momma look good. Anna said with her eyes wide. "Yes, we did. We make a great team don't you think?." Liz said doing the fist bump with her aunt. l looked at Damien. " Mom you look gorgeous, Alex doesn't even know what he's gotten himself into". He said proudly.

It was no secret to any female Biker what happened if they got caught in that man's sleazy clutches. ‘Hello Mervon, I am Mirabella Kenny and I am your mother’s cousin.’ The older woman walked forward, her hand outstretched, her rich, red hair cropped short in an elfin cut while her emerald green eye stared back at her. She was dressed in a fitted, slate, grey pantsuit with matching heels, looking effortlessly elegant. Everything about her was flawless, from her make-up to her clothing. The resemblance between the two of them was obvious when Mervon gasped, jumped up and fell into her aunt's tight embrace, tears springing to her eyes.

– Smantha’s POV – The gala’s lights glowed soft, the music a low hum as I stood frozen, staring at Mrs. Bellamy. Dalton’s grandmother. She looked elegant like I remembered, her silver hair in a tight bun, her dark green dress flowing, her cane steady in her hand. Her sharp eyes softened when they met mine, and my heart twisted again.

A sleek silver luxury sedan was parked neatly in front of the Watson family home. Belle, who had just come down the stairs, froze the moment she saw who was sitting in the living room, calmly sipping Earl Grey from the cup her mother had served. Renee. Mr. Carlyle’s daughter. She was wearing an elegant ivory dress, her hair styled perfectly in soft curls. Across from her, Mr. Watson sat stiffly, though his face forced a polite smile that Belle rarely saw from him.

Mom struck a tree branch into his mother’s abdomen, resulting in fatal blood loss. Unbeknownst to Mom, Bryan was pretending to be unconscious at the time. Subsequently, Mom spent a grand sum to cover up the homicide to look like a car accident. She did everything just to be with Bryan. I sank and nearly slipped off my seat. Mom had gone mad… The police said that Bryan stayed with us to seek revenge. He bought a signal jammer online and acquired anesthesia and drugs to induce abortion from the black market too. That explained why Bryan was cautious when his package arrived.

One Hour Later Bella was sitting in front of the dressing table in her room. At this time she was completely alone in the room and she was completely ready for the party. Bella wore a sleeveless V-Neck gown of emerald green color. There was also a matching green stole with it. Wore an emerald necklace around her neck and emerald earrings in her ears. She had a diamond bracelet in her hand and her hair was curled and left open. And the most special is Bella's gray eyes.

" Mum, do you really need to get me a personal slave? I already have a maid," The Princess of the Blazzing Red Moon pack, Belle, who was also the only child of Emilia and Scott, pouted in a cute manner. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to convince her mother she didn't need a personal slave. " I know what am doing dear, just trust me," Emilia held her daughter's left hand and showed her an assuring smile.

At the very least, my mother did not transform me into a twisted melon in need of plastic surgery. "You …" "Wills Waltson doesn't want you," she replied arrogantly, sizing up Belle Enderson. What's the point of bothering me? He chased me so closely, I haven't decided to accept him yet." Belle Enderson realized the significance of her words and became enraged, causing her heart to shake. She raised her hand as if to strike her. But she held onto Belle Enderson 's wrist. She shook Belle Enderson 's hand off: "I'll say it again, I'm called Luna , not Elizabeth Greenwich . If you want to bully me, first wipe your eyes clean, Belle Enderson , if you piss me off, we will go to hell together."