Novel & Cerita Divergent Beatrice

**Duncan POV** Meeting Beatrice at Alpha Darrick pack for the peace negotiations wasn't a coincidence. It was carefully mapped out so we could meet again, for me to see her again. I missed her a lot, I didn't negotiate for the loneliness that came with her leaving that day. Her absence had left a void in my life, a profound loneliness that I hadn't anticipated. I yearned for her presence, for the connection we had shared during our brief encounter. The memories of our time together lingered in my mind, and I couldn't help but miss her deeply.

“So… what did you two do? Or what did you do that made him stay longer instead of just dropping you off and leaving?” Beatrice felt her face heat up. She truly couldn’t remember. “I… I don’t know,” she admitted with a weak laugh. “Let me just freshen up first. I need to eat and recharge. I’ll tell you once my memory starts coming back.” She pushed herself off the bed, wincing slightly from her headache but smiling brightly. Despite the lingering ache, she was in a good mood and Riela could see it clearly. ***** Meanwhile, Uriel tried to focus on the documents in his hands, though another yawn escaped him before he could stop it.

The child was her everything. She carried her wine glass to the living room and sank into the sofa. Her friend Georgia had suggested that she put up an online dating profile so she could get some, "adult time" but even as Beatrice desperately wanted a little companionship now and then, she couldn't fathom introducing someone into Dina's life that was simply transient. So, for now, Beatrice's needs were met by her trusty and ever faithful vibrator. Beatrice took another healthy sip and leaned back against the sofa cushion, feeling that familiar yearning as she

She said and Joel instantly looked up. He pulled her and she subconsciously moved back a bit to balance herself before looking away from Joel's face. "Tell me about you, Beatrice!" He said and Beatrice was surprised. She subconsciously looked at the man behind the desk who was not looking at them. He looked so busy as he faced his work, ignoring their presence. "Why do I still care about someone who doesn't even care about me?" She asked herself before facing Joel with a smile. "My name is Beatrice Edward, I'm a student in a fashion home in Durham, I am also Maria friend"

’ Desperately, Maud and Albert watched as the youths returned to the shadows. ‘Now what?’ Albert said helplessly. For once, Maud said nothing. *** Beatrice fought to keep focused. The realisation that the man she’d thwarted from murdering and taking the place of Dominic Pontefract was still alive and was exacting his own cruel act of retribution was an incredible shock. But this paled compared to the fact that Marcus had duped her; ripping her into emotional pieces. The tears continued to flow, and she hated herself for allowing them to pour down her face. Each strangled sob made Xavier shiver with delight; her pain was his gain, pure and simple.

Ace—" "Aidan, stop! You too! I told you that you should stop your fucking obsession with Ace, who's already married! Come on! You're also my friend, but what you did was disrespectful to Hudson; you already knew that Ace was married, but you still see her!" Beatrice pulled Aidan away. I was left crying. Knoxx held me by the shoulder and squeezed it lightly.

I took the fall for my husband over an illegal arms deal and spent three years in federal prison. By the time I got out, he already had a child with another woman. On the day of the christening, I calmly handed him divorce papers. Everyone said I had lost my mind—that I was declaring war on the Nelli family. I was perfectly clear-headed. Before I went in, my husband, Silvio Nelli, held my hand and swore he would never betray me as long as he lived. But the night before my release, I dreamed that he wiped out the Thorne family for that woman and took everything I had. I died beside my parents' bodies while he held that woman's child. In the end, he was the only one who came out ahead. Now the

My knees buckled, and if it weren’t for my grip on the knob, I might have already fallen to the floor. It was Violet Mitchell—Edmund’s ex. It had never occurred to me that the woman had already come back from her deployment in Africa. Worse, she had returned with a bomb—not a grenade—but a Molotov cocktail that shattered me to the core. Even a fool could take the hint behind those lines! My husband, the man I offered my love to, wanted a divorce because the love of his life was back.

Noah, meanwhile, looked effortlessly handsome in his swim shorts, his bare chest glistening in the sunlight. As I scanned the beach, searching for a good spot to settle in, something caught my eye. A figure in the distance appeared strikingly familiar. My heart raced as I squinted, trying to get a better look. The woman had long hair and a similar build to my stepsister, Kim. My mind raced with questions. Could it be her? But no, I quickly reminded myself. Kim had moved away, and there was no reason for her to be here.

It wasn’t a rejection. It wasn’t an affirmation, either. But it was enough. For now. I ran my fingers down from her wrist, grazing her palm then pulling away. Her eyes were glued to mine, seeking something. Before either of us could get another word out her phone vibrated sharply. Beatrice winced, her eyes dropping to the ground. Her face fell immediately.