Britt Marie Was Here Summary Novels & Stories

We talked for a little while longer, when Bridgette told us that she was leaving. "I'm gonna check on Raymond, then get back to the office. So, Nate...are you good here?" She asked casually. He didn't let go of my hand, he kept on playing his fingers on my ring. Then he kissed my ring finger making me smiled at him. "I'm good Bridgette, I got all that I need right here," Nate said sweetly looking at me, making the butterflies in me flutters. "Awww you guys...come here Marissa, congratulations again. I'm definitely telling your dad about this." She hugged me for the last time and left us minutes later.

I pointed out. “That's what happens when two adults are attracted to each other.” She said to me and turned to Diego. “Right?” She asked him. His eyes widened momentarily and he ended up stuttering slightly when he tried to talk. I shook my head. I didn't think I would see the day when someone could make Diego speechless. He wasn't as stoic as Zayne but I never forgot about the Diego who yelled at me in the lobby when I bumped into Zayne. “Anyway, Brittany has been cooped up in this room for too long. Could you give us a tour, Diego?” Margie asked, quickly switching subjects.

She couldn’t believe how majestic the Amaris Castle was, granted she had expected it to be beautiful, after all King Nathanial and Queen Serena lived here, but she this had exceeded her expectations. The shuffling of feet against the white gravel behind her snapped Brielle out of her trance, as Harlie linked her arm inside Brielle’s. Awe transformed Harlie’s face, she couldn’t believe she was really here. After spending years studying the Monarch, she was finally seeing everything first hand. “This is freaking awesome.” She chuckled, whilst gently squeezing Brielle’s forearm. A groan echoed out behind the sisters, as Scarlett dragged their luggage out of the car. Brielle turned upon hearing

Maria sat across from me with Joe next to her. Billy and Dad had gone out. I asked Ash where they had disappeared to, but he wasn’t offering any explanations. That only meant they had either gone hunting for food or Sabrina. Ash brought another plate of peppered steak and replaced it with the empty one I had. I cut into it, relishing its bloody taste. Maria was getting used to all the strangeness in the house faster than Ann was. I thought it could be because Ann was out cold when the attack in New York happened. Either way, it was very difficult for her not to be in control of everything.

But there she was—Madam Gloria—guilt written across her face. Cleo bit her lip and turned too. And Marco’s breath caught. The world tilted, sound dimmed, as he saw the last person he ever imagined—Brittany—standing there, her expression unreadable. “Britt… any?” His voice cracked. “How? What… is going on?” His gun hand trembled. “Marco… you’re here. How is she? What happened to Anna?” Brittany asked, her tone careful, feigning ignorance. “Answer my question! What the hell is going on? Who the fuck is Cleo? Who are you?!” Marco’s voice was raw, desperate.

I set the eggs down, deciding that sunny side up will have to do for the day. I pull the door open, and Kate is standing in front of me. The lusty, confident gaze she wore yesterday has been erased. The lines by her eyes have been pulled tight. She steps inside and shuts the door behind her. “Have you talked to Harrison and everyone?” Straight to business. “Yeah, we’re talking more about what we should do with Brittney. She can’t stay here, she’s human.” She nods. “I know. But Brittney told me something. She said that the guy we’re looking for- his name is Marcel. She just remembers a guy named Marcel.”

The world outside my name isn’t kind to women like her. The phone buzzes on the desk, Amelia’s name lightening up the screen. Persistent as always. I don’t bother answering. Her dramatics don’t interest me right now. I lean back in my chair, letting my thoughts drift. Brittney looked different that night. When she stood at that ridiculous family dinner and announced she wanted a divorce, there was fire in her eyes I hadn’t seen before. A spark of something I didn’t think she had in her. It doesn’t matter. That spark will fizzle out. It always does.

"DON’T MAKE ME REPEAT MYSELF!" "Oh, is that the brat that managed to survive?" Marie giggled, regaining her composure. "Such a pity I didn’t kill her back then." "Kill?" Bryllie repeated, clearly not listening to my order. "If anyone deserves to be dead, it is you!" Before I knew what was happening, a blinding white light was exploding from Bryllie and seeping into Marie’s body. My eyes grew wide as the harpie began to writhe in pain as her skin started to bubble and burst.

Just a woman on a balcony, watching the city. Then I remembered Marcus’s gun in my head. His promise to kill me and Amelia if I didn’t do this. I stepped forward, the gun heavy in my hand. The floorboard creaked. Brittany turned. Her eyes widened at the weapon. She tried to reason with me, but when I wouldn’t, she changed. That's the real Brittany Hawthorne I knew not giving up even at the point of death. “How dare you, Martin?” Her voice was sharp.

“Most of the men in my life are heartless. They don't care about my feelings at all. All of them are cold-hearted.” “Even my so-called husband didn't care when he sexed his mistress in our honeymoon suite.” Brittany's last words made me screech the car in a halt immediately. I glanced at her with widened eyes, and she didn't seem to realize what she just blurted out as her eyes remained closed. She knew Elvira came to the suite all along, yet didn't say a word about it. So, this was why she left me in Paris. Damn it! I had my suspicions, but this hit me hard.....