Lilibet Mountbatten-windsor นิยาย & เรื่องราว

This baffled Zac and while she excused herself to use the powder room, he made the quick decision to use the airport’s wi-fi connection and keyed in Helena Mountbatten’s name on the search bar. He swore under his breath. What the f*ck had he gotten himself to? No wonder she did not worry about airport security and no wonder she was receiving the kind of attention from all the people here because they knew who she was or who her family was. Helena Mountbatten is equivalent to Royalty here and even if the Royal family existed in this country, her net worth is unparalelled combined to the monarchy. That was to speak of her aone, her mother and brother’s are off the chart too. His jaw dropped ag

Chapter 9 THE WILL To my amazing wife- Agatha Anne Mountbatten, my beloved children James William Mountbatten, Rayana Elizabeth Mountbatten, Charlotte Victoria Mountbatten, and Charles llI Harry Mountbatten, I leave the Archduchy of Fairefax and all its assets.

Depositors name: Mary Madison Evans. Wait … Why. What is this? I’m confused. I know this, but I don’t want to believe it. Why did someone deposit a big money? And it cost 500 million United States Dollars?! //WyByCa

Sharon Lindt, Wilson Batton, Henry Armstrong, Georgie Clementine, Rachel Wood, Sebastian Brenand, Annabeth Cates, Josh Batton, and Gary Lakes were all in attendance. Even their twins Lynette Batton and Leon Batton were present. Lynette was held in Sharon's arms, dressed in a white, princess-like dress, while Leon sported a little black tuxedo in Wilson’s arms.

This was bigger than anything she could have anticipated. Meanwhile, in the regular section, Victoria and Cecilia watched in stunned silence. The Mountain Rose brand had clearly become more powerful than they had realized. Back in the VVIP section, Margaret Windsor sipped her champagne with an air of quiet satisfaction. She had expected Sarah to do well, but this? This was a spectacle. She couldn’t wait to see how her protégé would claim her throne tonight. A sleek black Bentley Mulsanne pulled up to the entrance, its arrival commanding immediate attention. The moment the chauffeur stepped out and opened the door, whispers spread like wildfire through the venue.

It was funny that she had such a calming effect on me when she was the reason for the tempest that stirred my mind in the first place. I couldn't even recall the first time I met her or how she became so important to my existence. She was nothing but trouble. Was she even from Mountbatten? It was possible her real name wasn't Penelope Petrova. There were no records of any Petrova family in Mountbatten except for a retired clergyman whose two daughters were married a decade ago.

The grand duke, his eyes ablaze with fervor, addressed the butler with an air of authority, "How goes the party, caleb?" The butler, his features marked with a grave solemnity, reported, "Prince Addison has made an announcement. He intends to crown Chiara Windsor, the daughter of Dominic Windsor, as the empress." Upon hearing this, Lucas arched an eyebrow as he sipped his tea, his mind racing with thoughts of Elen Windsor and her rumored powers, her unwavering loyalty to her family, and her purported status as a fairy. "And what about Elen Windsor? Is she to have no part in this?" Lucas queried, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Although it would nag at her conscience, letting one villain go in exchange for over fifty corrupt nobles would still allow her to sleep peacefully at night. Lily, Thackeray, and Edwina silently conferred with each other for a brief moment. Edwina nodded first, Lily and Thackeray answered her. Turning to Claiborne, the prince straightened his spine and placed his hand over his heart “I, Thackeray Montgomery Wingate the Third, first prince and heir to the throne of Wintenburgh, swear to approve your marriage and grant you immunity for your information on the Grand Peerage.” “Perfect, now untie me. We’re allies now aren’t we?” Claiborne beamed.

So, this scent can only mean… “I hate it when people get comfortable in my position.” Isabel’s breathtaking voice said from behind him, clearing his suspicion. He swirled the chair around and came face to face with his beautiful mate. Her skin was smooth and spotless, free from any kind of cut or injury and perfectly tanned like the first time he saw her. Her black silken hair was neatly tied in her signature ponytail, while she gazed at him with her enchanting caramel orbs. After recovering from his surprised and speechless state, Dylan stood in front of Isabel in a flash, holding onto her hands, hoping deep down that this time he wasn’t seeing an imaginary Isabel.

He jumped to his feet towering over her, ‘You fucking bitch, who do you think you are?’ She stood her ground and without thinking she gave them what they wanted, lifting her head she stared at the whole Press pack and snapped ‘I am Lady Katrina Saxe-Coburg-Gotha, Countess of Saxony’ Everyone know her as Katrina Saxony, she had never used her full title and she knew instantly she had made a mistake telling them, it would not be difficult for them to trace her linage back to Prince Albert, the husband of Queen Victoria, she was his Great, Great. Great Granddaughter or something like that and she was also related to Queen Elizabeth II, third cousins or maybe fourth it was a long time since she