Britt Marie Was Here Summary Novels & Stories

When she remembered Alexander was about to get married, she felt like the sky was about to fall, and she had no energy to do anything. Brittany’s face was gloomy, and the assistant did not dare to talk too much for fear of her wrath. Suddenly, someone tapped Brittany’s shoulder from behind. The assistant turned around, and as she was about to speak, that person gestured for her to keep quiet and motioned her to have lunch. A drink was handed to Brittany, and she waved it away impatiently, "No, I don’t want it!" "Humans are made of water, so how could you not drink?" Hearing the gentle and familiar voice, Brittany’s eyes lit up, and she turned her head, "Ari!"

I quickly tried to focus my energy on unlocking the door without breaking it, when she muttered something about her mate I almost abandoned the gentle tactic, but I was so close and within moments it opened, swinging wide enough for her to get through. As fast as it was open, she was gone, shifting on the way out with such finesse that you'd never think she grew up without her wolf. We hurried after her, and by the time we got there, she had already halted everyone on the field and had just finished submitting the Moon Valley Alpha. Brianna’s Alpha’s surrounded her in a type of huddle, but she pushed them away as her pain mounted from them locking her in that cell, and while I didn’t agree t

I copied the movement, my small hand clenching tightly against his large hand. “You’re ok” he whispered and at the sound of his voice I was breathing normal again. The tightness within my chest subsided. “I’m ok” I agreed, my body still shaking with the aftermath of whatever the fuck just happened. “Now I need you to listen to me Maria. That explosion was a bomb, and someone within your home tonight had been the one to set it off and that someone could possibly still be inside this building. So please, let me do my job and take you to safety”

Damien nudged, Marie closed her eyes briefly but opened them again as she was ready. "The car blew up," she started, while noticed how she tried to maintain a steady voice despite the urge to break down that was underneath her voice, "We don't know how you got out but the car blew up." She stopped. "Ava's body…" “Ava's body?”Damien repeated like it was a foreign language, he felt the ground shift like an intending earthquake was about to come. "She didn't come out of the car," Marie said, "She got…" she stopped again, and the pause was worse than anything she could have said. "Only a piece of her dress was recovered."

The happiness in their voice could not be hidden when they picked up a encrypted burner phone and dialed a familiar number. The line clicked after two rings. A deep male voice answered. “Ghost? It’s late. What do you have?” “They’re alive,” Ghost said, unable to keep the excitement out of their tone. “Marie Gretel is alive. She didn’t die on that cliff twenty years ago. She survived — crippled, scarred, but alive. And she’s been hiding in Berlin this entire time.” There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line. “Marie… is alive?” The man’s voice cracked with emotion. “Are you sure?”

Brittney's Pov They dragged me out of the car before my feet could properly touch the ground. My body jolted as they pulled me forward, my arms locked painfully behind me. I tried to slow down, tried to resist, but it was useless. My strength meant nothing against theirs. A door was opened and I was shoved inside. The room was dark, the air inside was thick and heavy. Smoke hung low in the room, burning my throat before I even saw its source. My eyes watered as I struggled to focus.

He disgusted me. “You will not touch a hair on his head. You won't. I'll protect my son and his father from you, even if it's the last thing I do…” I broke into quiet sobs. Dane kept holding me, staying by my side like he knew there was no way I was going to handle everything myself. It was all beyond me. Brittany walked towards us, and I was too busy crying to notice so of course she caught us, and she was such a mess. I understood her trauma first hand. The woman was tired and simply wanted to be free to live. This was why she didn't tell anyone her identity.

“I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not saying the baby was unfortunate. I’m trying to let you know that what’s done is done. It’s hard, I know. But there are more to come. Please… can we just continue watching the movie?” Donatella blinked through tears, lips trembling. Mikhail wiped her face, pressed a soft kiss to her lips, and pulled her into him again. “I love you so much,” he whispered. “Always remember that.” Donatella exhaled shakily and relaxed against him, letting herself melt back into his arms. ************** It was Friday. The Bratva Empire and La Mano Rojas were both preparing for their final one-on-one war. Adrian, Natalia, and Savannah had managed to sneak out w

he replied, his voice deep and sincere. Suddenly, the door to the coat closet burst open, and a figure stumbled in. Briella gasped and sat up, her eyes wide with shock. "Briella? Hugo?" the figure slurred, stumbling forward. It was Brittany, clutching a glass of wine in her left hand, and she was clearly tipsy. Hugo stood up quickly, pulling Briella to her feet with him. "Brittany, what are you doing here?" he demanded. Brittany's eyes widened as she took in the scene before her. "I...I don't know," she stammered, tears welling up in her eyes. "I was looking for you, Hugo. I thought maybe we could...talk."

Third Person's POV Mariana arrived home later that evening after Zayne dropped her off. Britney, who had been discussing the wedding cards with Fredrick, stopped mid-sentence as she watched her daughter enter, pulling a small trolley bag behind her. "Mariana!" Britney rose and hurried toward her. "You’re back early. Weren't you and Zayne supposed to spend more time in the capital?"