Kisah Marie Antoinette Novels & Stories

He said giving a pitiful look at Clarissa who has been tossed and turned around like a piece of cloth by the stylists, hairdressers and makeup artists for an hour now. Poor girl. This is her first public appearance as the heiress of RISSA essence. Of course she would feel nervous. Antoine is a French descendant, born to a mixed race couple, well known botanist and has been working for Matilda for five years now. “Que voulez-vous que je fasse? Elle a toujours peur des projecteurs.” Matilda put her hands on her hips with a sigh and spoke in fluent French as she spent half of her life in France, studying about fragrances where she met Bernard’s and that’s how Antoine became a part of her family

my mother implored as she turned around to face the other woman. “I can’t let him get away this time. You have no idea what he’d done to us!” "She may not, but I do … ” I said, holding down a grunt. I pulled the scarf around my neck and tried to wrap it around my arm. Brian lunged forward to quickly help me to wrap it tightly over the wound. “Mary Antoinette told me everything. And how you had to find a doctor here in New York to abort two of her pregnancies. And how he got rid of the doctor and her husband—"

Marie smiled fondly at the young girl. "I remember being your age with my first love. It's a wonderful feeling," Marie replied. "With Mr. Landley?" she asked. Marie's eyes widened. "Oh, heavens no! I met my husband years later. No, this was a farm boy from the village where I grew up. Dominic," Marie answered, remembering. "What happened to him?" Lena asked. Marie paused before answering. "He went off to sea, intent on finding a fortune for us. I never saw him again. I love my husband, he gave me my beautiful daughters, but...there's no one quite like your first," Marie said.

He lets out another humorless chuckle. “You really know nothing, don’t you Kyros? What? She told you the maid story? Maia is no maid’s daughter. Your mate is King Athas Ioannis Sarris’ granddaughter. Antonis, the prince known as Paris’s brother, is her uncle. Her father was Athas’ bastard son that survived when Athas’ family was killed. He was a mistress’s bastard, so no one knew about him, but years later, Dimitris found out about him and hunted him down.

Maria listened intently, her heart heavy with the weight of Amelie's pain. "He planned to kill me too," Amelie admitted. "They threw me off the bridge, and I was saved by the Senator. But I lost my sight and my baby." Amelie's story unfolded like a tragic novel, each chapter more heart-wrenching than the last. Maria, now understanding the depth of Amelie's suffering, felt a surge of compassion. "You were pregnant?" Maria's voice held a mix of sorrow and disbelief. Amelie nodded, her tears glistening in the dim light. "After ending up with the Senator, I accepted to marry him. But he had his own intentions, selling me to men for money."

“Unfortunately, it’s one of those necessary evils.” Mom snorts. “That’s putting it mildly.” “Marie Antoinette,” he says again, harsher this time. “Shouldn’t you check on the lunch?” “Of course.” She untangles her arms and squares her shoulders. “Whatever you say.” Dad groans as she walks with a stiff back to the lounge. “Marie Antoinette, come on. I didn’t mean it like that.” Ignoring him, she makes her way to the kitchen. XXX

She was one of those rare people who managed to stay radiant during pregnancy, defying the idea that it should be an ugly phase. Once everything was in order and signed in my office, I briefed Mariz on her tasks and headed straight to Antoinette's upscale subdivision. It didn't take long for me to park my car in front of an imposing mansion. It wouldn't surprise me if Antoinette's house looked like this. She had a penchant for Victorian-era mansions with classical themes.

I turn towards him. Once we step outside the room, the door is closed behind us. "Where the hell is Lisa, the dear cousin?" "Antoine asked her to join him for a walk in the palace garden. And you know as well as I do that you can't say no to the command of a king. So I was left with the task of entertaining Antoinette. " "I'm sure that entertaining the lovely princess is a lot more disgusting than your cousin's fiancee potentially getting ravished by the King of France in his gardens."

Marie had felt particularly embarrassed at the time. She clenched her fists tightly. "I never expected him to be so generous toward outsiders yet so heartless toward his own kin." "That woman is just too good at seducing men," Lizzie said icily. "I really don't understand what Aunt Anna sees in her. I heard she can't have children, and she even spent time in jail, yet Aunt Anna doesn't seem to mind at all." "She saved Anna's life before. She's grateful to her," Marie explained.

Taking his gaze to her face, as he locked eye contact with her. “Where was you mind? I was explaining how we need to get a new wife for Vincenzo. The Selvatore, Their oldest daughter maria just returned from London, we could set her up for Vincenzo as a second wife. Since his wife seems to be barren,” Antonia suggested. “Chie Dio non voglia! (May God not want it!),” Giovanni said with a glare. “What?” Antonia fired back. “I never married a second wife, nor did my late don did or your husband did. Let the new couple leave in peace, before bringing a child to the table,” Giovanni said.