Novel & Cerita Diana: Her True Story Book

Her thoughts were confusing, she wanted everything to be over in a glimpse, yet she wanted to savor the happiness too; the smile on these people’s face were genuine and the one on her mum’s was priceless. Diana was as beautiful as Cinderella in the fairy tales, just that she wasn’t wearing a shoe made of glass. She was one of the rear breeds with red hair and her eyes were blue but lighter, her full lips was covered in red lipstick bringing out her beautiful face as it matched with her hair. The wedding gown she wore brought up her breasts, and her cleavage had a clear view but one wouldn’t see the figure eight shaped body she had because of her flowing wedding gown.

David snaps. “She isn't!” Diana snaps back at him, her head finally snapping up. “She risked her life to save her friend from those monsters in the cave and I don't work for the Bratva anymore!” She growls. My breath hitches for a minute as I stare at her in awe. “And why should we believe you?” Ryan asks. Diana turns in his direction, her chest rising and falling in anger. “As I said before, I made a deal with Miss Ana, and I don't intend to break it,” she says.

"Well, he wants to find Sienna too, right? Why don't we just go straight to him? We can tell him where Sienna's hiding out, and we'll just ask him to keep our names anonymous. Let him do the dirty work." My head tilts back and I practically scream at her. "Are you insane, Pippa? I can't stand seeing those terrifying faces again! I almost died!" "Diana, you either face them or you choose being a single mom for the rest of your life.” “Look, there's absolutely nothing wrong with being a single mom. You know I'd help you. But I'm telling you right now, Cairo loves you. You've got to fight for him. You've got to tell him the truth, Diana."

She sat up at the edge of the bed where Madam Sullivan was resting, careful not to disturb the granny. “ Let Madame Sullivan know that the Hill family knows the truth…” “ What truth?” She feigned ignorant, her heart picking up with a quick pace. “ Just tell her exactly what I said.” She gruffed at Diana and hung up the call. “ So it's true,” Diana thought. “ I am a Sullivan. Daughter of one of the three princesses of the Hill family. And my father slept with me even while aware of my identity.” She chuckled dryly and buried her face on her palms.

Diana immediately received a resounding slap that turned her face white when she protested again for the second time. It hurts. It hurts that no one believes her, and that everyone was bent on making her look like the real culprit to alpha Rolex condition. "I'm innocent, I really didn't do anything wrong." Diana said again, even more persistent than she was before. Everyone gave her that look of disgust, and there was absolutely nothing she could do. She had begged, cried, sworn in the name of the moon goddess, and done even more things than they expected, but no one was ready to listen to her side of the story.

As she said those, she walked out of the room leaving with hopelessness. "No," Diana mumbled seeing her mother walk out holding her abdomen, "I will continue our lineage with only Zach as the father. Whether I will succeed in stealing the man I love... or getting me pregnant with only him as the father... no matter what the cost." "Even my life." Diana glared at the door with thoughts in her head. ....... “I really wish I could feel that way~” A twelve-year-old little girl laying in the grass field with her dress touches the ground embracing a book in her chest, looked up to the young man standing above her head covered from the sun, “Have you ever felt that, big brother Zach?”

She stuttered, not caring about the liquid entering her mouth anymore, and also not knowing where the strength to talk had come from. "When you tried to run, when you foolishly tried to follow your sister who is ten times stronger and more powerful than you, you had no idea what you were doing right?" Helene asked, the sarcastic tone evident in her voice, and her daughters Princess and Bianca chuckled loudly. "Daciana... Oh mom what have you done?" Diana was here. Daciana felt like crying tears of joy, as she heard Diana approach her, her feets shuffling rushing towards her, and in seconds she felt Diana's hands around her as she gathered her in her arms.

Then a name surfaced, unbidden, from somewhere I couldn't place—the way a word sometimes rises before you remember where you heard it first. "Diana." She turned it over slowly, testing the shape of it. "Diana." I told myself it was arbitrary. A name was a name, and she needed one before the hospital paperwork needed one more than she did. But watching her mouth the word a second time, I caught the way she tilted her head slightly to the left when she was thinking—an angle, a stillness, that snagged on something in me I couldn't name and didn't like not being able to. I'd never met this woman in my life. I would have remembered a face like hers.