Novel & Cerita Divergent Beatrice

she snaps, taking a step closer and grabbing my wrist so tightly. “I'm Beatrice your grace, I am a… ?” I try to speak. “Wait a minute, aren't you the girl we met in the laundry room?” She asks. I lower my head, I'm not really over the incident and I know I won't even win when I try to fight, so I submit. I remember what they did to me. “Bring her to the duplex.” She orders, without wasting any second, I'm lifted off my feet and put over the shoulders of a huge man. Oh! No, I'm sure it's that man… Delvan. The Demon of a man.

Your father keeps me away from you - Olga was poisonous - Go inside, Grandma's coming! - You bastard! - I hissed after they walked away - This is foul play, okay? You're not going to keep me away from them, Olga. You're not going to keep me away from them, Olga. - I've already pitted Hector against you," the old woman smiled, "All that's left is Lavinia. It'll be easy, Miguel Henrique, and you'll never see your children again. And you will still support me... money is not the problem for you.

a loud woman’s voice echoed to Aisha’s ears. “Oh, scream my name bitch! Cum with me.” Her heart was tearing apart gazillion times, watching her husband having sex with someone else. She came back from her reverie when she heard footsteps near the door. She swiftly walked back to her room and pretended that she didn’t know what was happening and that she had just woken up from bed. The woman just looked at her and clung even more to her husband’s arm, who didn’t care if she was there. “Who is she, baby?” the woman asked Duke.

The CCTV footage from the house became evidence for the divorce cases. She could be considered to have a high temper and create discomfort in the household. Before I filed the divorce papers, something else came to me the next week. Beatrice was pregnant. I took the pregnancy test and showed it to Adelle. She was silent for a moment. "I have to marry her because I love her and my child." "Who is she? Can I meet her?" she asked calmly, and I shook my head. She didn't need to know that Beatrice was still alive, but I wonder who she knew.

How could he propose to someone else without even breaking up with her first? “Bea…” She looked at her with pain and disgust. “Just don’t show your face in front of me anymore.” That was it. Without even saying goodbye or thank you, Bea left the restaurant. “You’re so pathetic, Beatrice.” She started sobbing as soon as she entered the restroom in a nearby establishment. “You worked hard to make yourself look beautiful,” she said bitterly as she wiped her tears on her face. She frowned when she saw her reflection and she felt even more pathetic for putting much effort into her looks just to end the celebration with a breakup.

"I don't have the energy to be anything else." He smiled then, a real smile that transformed his usually cold features. "You'll do, Veylor. You'll do." On the fourth day, I finally saw Beatrice again. She'd been kept inside, protected and isolated, while her brothers investigated the attack. But that evening, she appeared at dinner looking pale but determined. I stood when she entered, an automatic gesture that earned a few amused looks from her brothers. "Darius." She smiled at me, and something in my chest eased. "I heard you've been busy."

— Then it's done, she will go, I don't want to either, but she wants to. Gabriel said. Alicia saw Gabriel's hand and took it. He looked uncomfortable, but he didn't push it away. He stared at Alicia and they kept that gaze without either of them saying anything. Later, Gabriel took his hand away, turned back. Alicia saw where he had turned. He saw a really beautiful woman. Dark hair reached her shoulders; beautiful, spectacular makeup, she was coming towards them. —Love, are you done? The woman asked. Alicia raised her gaze to that woman; she challenged her with her gaze. Alicia was intimidated and lowered her gaze immediately.

On getting to the mall, she came across a woman who seemed familiar. Beatrice was walking out of the mall when her eyes met April’s. She recognised her as the poor sister of June immediately. However, she could hardly remember her name. April stopped in her tracks, eyes narrowed as she picked her brain for when she met such a refined woman. Beatrice must have noticed the question in her eyes, because she immediately introduced herself, “My name is Beatrice Ambrose, I take it you are the sister of June?” April hid her shock. “Yes, I am.”

Soon, the dance began to climax and we began switching partners to my greatest relief. It was then that I spotted Beatrice. The piece of shit stared for a long time with anger plainly outlined on the features of her face. It was like she couldn’t stand the ending of it all. She rose now from where she sat and stumped out of the party. I couldn’t help but think it. Beatrice was the one who had Regina kidnapped.

"So, he cannot save you. He couldn't even save his own stock price. And by the time he figures out you are missing, I will have the cash from Beatrice's offshore accounts, and you will be at the bottom of the river." Beatrice stepped into the light, crossing her arms over her chest. She looked down at my wet boots with a look of pure satisfaction. "You really thought you were part of their world, didn't you, Nichole?" Beatrice asked, with her voice dripping with ice. "You thought wearing a Vance coat made you important. I watched you at the café. I watched you hold that silver drive like a weapon. Look you are just nothing from the south docks. You are an infection in our circle, and I am fi