Romans & histoires Bonnie Withered

“He’s too sweet and kind and—“ “Too good for you.” “What?” “He’s too good for you.” Bonnie’s eyes slid over me, her lip curling. “Both my boys are.” My mouth dropped open but no sound came out. Didn’t matter. She wasn’t done. “You weren’t good enough for Wes then. You’re not good enough for Jack now. They deserve better than an underachieving troublemaker who’s only going to bring them down. You’re—“

Fragments of the past rushed back like a tide. Each time Tania was subjected to Noemi's accusations, a flicker of loneliness would wash over her eyes, yet stubborn resilience remained. The bold way she had flirted with him might never have been frivolous at all. Perhaps it had been the only warmth she could grasp in a life full of thorns. Just then, brilliant fireworks bloomed over the distant horizon. One burst after another lit up the night, illuminating half the sky. It was the fireworks display he had arranged for the proposal. It rose right on time, only to become the most bitter irony.

she whispered. “Where is she?” I asked, hoping if she answered nothing else, she could tell me where she was. “Get… Bonnie,” Lena whispered. The vacant look in her eyes filled her entire face as she grimaced in pain. She drew in one last shallow breath and then faded away, right in my arms. Even though I’d seen it before, it was still shocking, and it took me a moment to register that she was gone.

“Alright. It was my cousin. I think— no, I am very sure he grew an interest in you, particularly that day when we went out.” “Your cousin?” Elinor meant to ask which cousin was it, but Bonnie only nods her head, saying “Yes. Well, that’s not really the main point. The point is that I made a deal with him. That is, if I make you go talk to him, he’d go and buy me the newest book of Fyodor.” Bonnie said, grinning from ear to ear. Elinor gasped, and clung her arm to Bonnie’s “Fyodor! Are you for real? I’d go talk to him then only if you ask him to buy two of those.”

"Have you forgotten our promise? If you betray me, I'll destroy you. Just wait—I'll get rid of Kate, and once she's gone, I'll have the money to give you the life you deserve." "I've found something better, Damon," Bonnie replied softly but firmly. "I don't want to risk it anymore. I'm sorry." "No!" he bellowed, but the line went dead. When Alex sent me the recording, I couldn't help but laugh. So much for an unbreakable alliance—it had crumbled so easily. For Bonnie, being with Alex wasn't just about wealth; it had become her lifeline, her desperate grasp at salvation. She wasn't going to let go.

' Gwen had thought to herself. "Did you forget? My family had been sponsoring and funding many medical organizations for many years. I'm not a doctor, but after all these years of hearing and talking to doctors, I know a little thing or two. From the way Ms. Bonnie looked, she doesn't look like a vegetative person who's about to die. She looks like someone who is unconscious because she's been poisoned. Also, I know that Mr. Jim's mother, Mrs. Landry, is an expert in poison, so I presumed that Ms. Bonnie isn't going to die. She's just unconscious because of the poison. "All of you had talked about dressing her in a wedding dress before she dies and allowing Mr. Jim to spend her last few mome