Novel & Cerita Divergent Beatrice

“Oh, you know me. Stop pretending. I’m Vicky Newsom. My late husband was Jonas MacClare.” Beatrice then had the widest smile on her face. She then pretended that the memories were flooding back to her. She then said, “Oh, you’re that Vicky.” “Yes, we used to go to high school together.” “Yes, we did.” Beatrice was now smiling at her with a wicked intention. “So, how have you been?” “I’m doing wonderful.” Beatrice looked at Joshua and the woman next to him, whom she presumed is Megan. “Beatrice Miller,” thought Joshua. “She’s quite famous and very well known. She’s also very well respected as well. She’s quite reputable,” he continued thinking.

"She thinks she’s the one holding the blade. She thinks Sarah’s grand gala is going to be the stage where she officially takes back her life. Demn it, she has no idea that the stage has been rigged. Her pride is the very rope I am going to use to hang her." Beatrice took a deep, shaky breath, her daughter's absolute conviction slowly washing away her panic. She looked at Lydia and saw a reflection of the same ruthless ambition that had built the Vance legacy in the first place, only sharper, cold-blooded, and fueled by a desperate, drug-induced mania. "So we dress up," Beatrice whispered, a cold, hungry smile finally returning to her lips. "We play the part of the grieving, fallen Vances. We

Listening to another girl say something about Precious was something I couldn't handle, I knew where this conversation would lead to if I let it happen. She smiled and nodded, "Sorry if you took offense handsome, I am Beatrice, the daughter of Bob O'Reilly, the CEO of O'Reilly Enterprise. I am a girl as you can well see, " she paused, looking down on her laps before she picked up again, "I had always wanted to be a fashion designer, own my brand, and even own a conglomerate that had shoe and bag brands but instead I studied Business just so I could take over from my father. To cut the long story short, during my mother's funeral after she died, a woman and her three children attended the fun

Her eyes started to water again but she stopped them. “I-I need this, Mister Bruce. Please,” Beatrice said. Leaving her ego away. Mateo rested his back on the chair. “Your wish is my command.” Beatrice took a deep breath. That night, she knew it was her end. She sold herself to the devil.

"Including yours, Harrington. If your daughter ever speaks to my wife again, consider your firm’s credit lines closed. Permanently." Beatrice let out a strangled, sobbing cry and fled the ballroom, her white dress trailing through the torn scraps of her own invitation—a fallen queen retreating from a war she had never stood a chance of winning.

' 'Socialite Aurora Vale Dragged for Causing Husband to Cheat' ‘The fall from grace’ ‘Vale heiress goes into hiding after divorce. ‘The fall of the great.’ I held my breath as I clicked on the first article. > ‘Damien Sinclair's Divorce: The Truth Finally Surfaces’ > After months of silence, new details have emerged about the shocking divorce between billionaire heir Damien Sinclair and his ex-wife, Aurora Vale.

Ahead of us, the narrow dirt path wound upward toward the cliffs, the ground already turning into a thick, treacherous soup of mud and decaying leaves. "Look," I gasped, pointing through the gray blur of the storm. A hundred yards up the trail, the beam of Christopher's tactical light caught the wet, reflective fabric of a dark gray trench coat. Beatrice was moving fast, her blond hair completely ruined by the downpour, clinging to her neck as she scrambled over the jagged stone steps leading toward the upper overlook. She wasn't running like a panicked woman; her movements were deliberate, her hand clutching a small, metallic data drive tight against her ribs.

Lia fell to the ground weakly and black out due to the excruciating pain from every single part of her body and she failed to see the changes in Damian's appearance. "Darling! What took you so long? You almost missed the fun part." She stood up unhurriedly and licked off the blood stain on her lips and straightened her clothes like she didn't get thrown aside earlier. "How dare you!" Roared and this shakened her confidence for a brief moment because she hasn't seen him that way.. "Are you angry about your little bride or the poison?" "I'm not surprised you're still standing and sane too." She clicked her tongue as she stood a foot away from Damian but he didn't give her a chance as he sudden

Beatrice implored, attempting to make her daughter see reasons. "I'm not interested in seeing you." Asa fired back, her tone leaving no room for argument. She was done with this conversation, and she made sure her mother understood that. "Listen, Asa," Mrs. Beatrice began, her voice taking on a more stern tone. "You can't keep treating me like this. Years have passed, and it's time you forgive me and let go. I didn't just divorce your father and dissapeared, I have reasons behind my actions." Her words held a note of desperation, a plea for understanding and reconciliation.

"I’m Adrian. What’s your name?" "Beatrice," she mumbled, her voice shaky. She glanced around, looking for something, probably for her bag. I followed her gaze to the passenger seat, and she seemed to relax a little when she spotted it. "Can I have it back?" she asked as though it wasn’t her property. Suspicious.