Judul Film Anne Boleyn Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 121 Anne feels not comfortable on her seat. She can’t even understands the homily of the priest. She feels that somebody right in that place is looking at her. “Are you okay? “ Jenny asked her. She nodded. “Y… Yes I am okay. “ she said and she looks at the couple. “They are so sweet. “ she said to Jenny. “Yes… They really are. “ Jenny answered. “And the bride so beautiful in her wedding gown. “ It’s Anne.

The hand holding the spoon clenched, even to the point of bending, then Anne dropped it to the floor. The smile that was usually sweet now looked so creepy in Julius's eyes. The woman stood up and approached him. Julius remained silent. He wanted to know what Anne was going to do. Actually, what is her goal? Because from the beginning Anne came with sadness. Anne wanted him to help with her pregnancy. Julius was ready to help because he still had empathy for this woman. But Julius never knew what was behind it. Anne wrapped her hands around Julius's neck. Her slender fingers playing with the back of Julius's hair. Her gaze was so sensual, mixed with a challenge she was trying to convey.

The smiling faces of three people who were making a picture-perfect family. My eyes caught the attention of the identity card that had her details. Iris Ivanov. "Iris...." My tongue rolled out her name. "Iris Ivanov....." I mumbled her name again with glitter in my eyes. Didn't know why her name felt so unique to me. "Daughter of Yuri Ivanov, the renowned Assassin." Igor completed her identity and I couldn't stop myself from mumbling the next words. "Welcome to my hell, my dear Assassin's Daughter."

the Duke finally growled, “what facts are you hiding?” I cleared my throat, the weight of everyone’s attention settling on me. “Perhaps Miss Boleyn,” I said, emphasizing her name, “could share exactly how she came to suspect Annalise’s… treachery?” Anne’s smug smile faltered for a split second before she recovered her composure. “It’s simple, really,” she purred, her voice dripping with fake innocence. “I saw them, Your Grace. Lady Annalise and Mr. Stone, alone on the balcony, sharing a… very intimate moment.”