Diana Daniels Face Novels & Stories

Shock, confusion, betrayal—everything churned inside me, and I struggled to keep it together. "But..." Daniel slowly lifted his head, his gaze filled with complexity. "Do you know she's been hiding from you? Do you know how much pain she endured to protect me?" My face changed, and I took a deep breath, suppressing the emotions that threatened to spill over. "Your mother, Fern... she never died?" At last, I knew the truth: Diana was Fern. Daniel was silent for a moment, a flash of pain crossing his face. He finally nodded. "She didn't die. She left you to protect us. She didn't want you involved in the danger."

I said. Diana shook her head before she got up. ,"I think that you are insulting me Sir Conan. If you don't want me here, I am going to leave. But I won't sit here and watch you insult me and reduce me to a commodity in the name of a conversation!" Diana said. Her face was red from anger and I could tell that she wasn't faking it this time. She's really angry. But then once again, I really can't care less about what she's feeling.

But she'd turned at one point, and the camera had caught three-quarters of her face, sharp jaw, cold eyes, a familiar set to the mouth. My chest tightened. I forwarded the screenshot to the security team's private line and stared at it for another moment, something cold and careful moving through me that had nothing to do with last night and everything to do with the woman who had sat across from me at dinner and smiled and called herself family. Diana. I looked across the hallway at Tom's door, closed and quiet. Whatever she was doing out there, whatever calculation she was running, she had already made one enormous mistake. She had let the camera see her face.

"Then, how should I stand up?" She questioned her who made fists but smiled. "How do I look today?" "You look amazing." Ginny admitted. "Ginny....stay away from Brian. I know you like him but it's better if you stop yourself now. It's not he is going to accept a person like you. Not with that....scar. I don't want to offend you but you also know how disgusting it is." "It's not disgusting. It's you who needs to control your filthy mouth." Diana angrily shouted at Ria as she took Ginny's hand and left the rest room.

Embarrassment and anger had her face flushed. Another microphone has her stumbling backwards. “If you were so naive, why shouldn't we believe that you were complicit?” “What?” “Does this mean you are not fit to inherit your father's company, in the absence of your brother Deimos?” Diana's face contorts with rage, struggling to hide her anger. “I don't understand what you're talking about.” A man with a jagged scar over his brows practically laughs in her face. There's a glimpse of astonishment in her features that lingers for too long. “Is it safe to assume that your inability to understand certain tasks is also a trait you show in your personal affairs?”

Apart from Ciri who understands the joy of Diana. There is no other person that understands her, they only stare at her like someone who has lost it. "Ummm are you okay ma?" Fiona the queen of the maids said to her. And then Diana realized that they were all staring at her. And she pretended like nothing happened "Actually I am fine" Diana responded to Fiona. "But your face looks so excited if am not mistaken" "So what's the exciting news ma?" Fiona asked. "Umm, my face? you... yeah, I was just been so happy right now"

Diana replied flatly. Just then, she noticed Anne standing by the doorway, her face pale as a ghost, cheeks sunken and hollow. The sight of her sudden appearance was chilling. Diana frowned, about to speak, but Anne beat her to it. “Mr. Dylan… is it true?” Anne’s voice quivered as she moved toward him, stopping just a step away and fixing her gaze on him. “Even after knowing none of this was my doing, you still refuse to believe me?” Dylan’s face remained emotionless. “It’s over between us.”

Diana who is Mark assistant Lawyer walked in through the doors with a laptop on her hands. “hey, you guys need to….” she paused as he brought her eyes up from her laptop. “Oh, wow, you are back.” She said and for some reason she did not look like her confident self. “ya we are. Now what did you want to show us Diana?” Mark asked her and I swear, I could see her blush. I brushed it aside as Diana proceeded with the laptop. She dropped it in front of us, “Damian is asking for a private meeting.” She said

"…maybe it was the Queen?" Diana immediately shook her head. "No. According to your story, the Queen wasn't even in the pack then. She couldn't have orchestrated it—she didn't know you." "We can't rule that out still," I muttered. Diana threw up her hands, frowning. Her annoyance radiated off her in waves—until her eyes caught something behind me. Her expression shifted instantly. I turned, following her gaze, and froze. Daniel. He stood just a few paces away, his smile easy, his eyes locked on me with a charm that felt practiced. Too practiced.

My face scrunched up, “Ew.” “I forget how clueless you are when it comes to these situations.” Dola turned to face Daniella at the jab. With her back pressed against the window, Daniella’s arms were crossed firmly against her chest. Her honey brown hues narrowed dangerously at the smirk that was growing on Dola’s face. “What?”