Belle Da Costa Greene Mother Novels & Stories

The kind that stretches and stretches until it becomes its own kind of sound. "Evelyn." Belle's voice was very calm. The calm before a storm. The calm of a woman who is about to say something and needs you to be fully present for it. "Do you want to become a baby mama?" The words hit me like cold water. Baby mama. Gabriel Ross's baby mama. The mafia boss's baby mama. The woman who ran Bennett Holdings, who was preparing for the biggest product launch of her career, was walking into the Green Valley event with a pregnancy bump, and Gabriel Ross was listed as the father.

Then I returned my gaze back to the woman. My jaws came apart at first sight. I had imagined the Queen Mother to be some sort of hideous and grotesque-looking woman. But I had met the complete opposite of it. She stood tall as her royal blue gown flooded the floor, adorned with a diamond necklace and bangles. Her eyes were like a maze, with a flickering colour of green. I was almost lost in them. She had an oval-looking face, clear with no spots, with long eyelashes and green and black hair that fell over her shoulder. Although she had aged, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever set my eyes on.

While their family had a rank of a baron, they were also wealthy and her sister had gotten herself matched with one of the most sought bachelor of their town, Dante Easton, the family who had a rank higher than them. “So where is she?” Belle had stood in front of the door of Rachel’s room with her eyes looking around. “Mother isn’t here.” “She says she is busy with whatever things she says,” Damian whispered, “I didn’t pay much attention to her words. She had been nagging me all day long and best way to ignore it is by shutting my ears.” “It must be the carriages,” said Belle as she turned around to the window, finding that on the front of their house, her mother who had been dressed in her

Everyone knew that. Nolan’s mother, Natasha Knowles, had been one of the biggest stars of Royal Crown of her time, the fairest of Bassburgh.

She asked the waiter to find a first aid box and bring it to Garaine as soon as possible. "Miss, could you please tell me your name?" Garaine asked the woman. "Bella Wright," the woman replied. "I am the daughter of the famous mafia leader, Sean Wright. Is it enough for my introduction?" "Madam, the first aid box." A waiter came running with the asked materials. "Thank you." With a smile, she took the box from his hand before dismissing him.

"What did you get Gavin?" "Sir, according to the information I gathered about the CEO of Beau Costmo, Miss Rivera, she is a single mom, there is no information on who the father of her child is but the only thing she said at Presscon last year was he said that his son's father left him, that's all, I have no idea who it is, I think miss Rivera keep it very well. And about his son, his name is Cohen Beau Rivera, his 8 years old already grade 3 level based on the paper about his school, he is said to be smart and at a young age he is a black belt in taekwondo. Miss Rivera builds Beau Costmo when she gives birth to his son and names it to him. Based on some information, this business woman is s

And as I turned I came face to face with a cool uninterested beauty who was their daughter, Bella Costa. Stephanie Costa possessed the pale flawless complexion that Bella Costa had been bestowed in her genes but in her case it was combined with pure, classical features and beautiful long black hair. Though she had aged, she has flawless skin. She was less than pleased to see me and responded to Marcs presence with immediate warmth. Somethings never change I thought and felt like slapping them both and I tried to ignore them. Marc appeared reluctant to move away from me but his attention was distracted by a tall man standing beside Bella Costa.

That was one thought that could easily ruin me; losing her. I sensed her daunting presence before she even tapped my shoulders. Giving off a small eye roll, I turned around to face Lady Maurie Grimaldi - my mother. She was dressed elegantly in a black cape gown and as expected from the Luna Queen, she didn’t have a single hair out of place. Her ageless face held a well-practiced smile, the type she wore when it was time to play charades.

The drafts were signed by Old Madame Green herself. As a result of having found so much evidence in the Green family villa, Old Madame Green was arrested and taken to the local police station for questioning. She was placed in a cell overnight. This was an afront to her dignity. Even though she was guilty as hell, she thought that she was above the law and that the police had no right to treat her this way. She was unable to post bail the next day since all of her money had been lost, and the banks had frozen all of the business accounts. Her bail had been set at $5 million.

It was blood-red, dangerously tight, and felt less like a garment and more like a target. ​"Don’t just stand there like a statue, Leona," my mother, Betty, snapped from the doorway. She was nursing a glass of bourbon, her eyes scanning me with a calculated greed that made my stomach turn. "Dante is a powerful man with a very specific set of tastes. He’s paying enough to clear our debts and then some, so don't you dare give me that 'bitch ass' attitude tonight. You’re going to smile, you’re going to be charming, and you’re going to do exactly what he says."