Marianne Vi Britannia Novels & Stories

explained gerald start. "yeah? I will go see where she headed and martha, please try to help him move." said jane running up the stares. when she arrived her bedroom door, it was tightly close with no show of forced entry but the strange lady was laying on her bed. "hey, how did you get in?" inquired she. "hey, hey. can I I atleast know your name. we helped you from the room when you were unconscious. "emma Darlings." responded the sleeping lady as a little fog started to appear in the room.

Her eyes immediately landed on me, then dropped to my dress. “Fuck,” she muttered in disbelief. “Are those real diamonds? Did you even meet Damon before? Why would he marry trash like you?” Her words burned, but I remained silent. Before I could respond, Britany entered behind her, holding an elegant necklace box in her hands. “Lower your voice,” Britany snapped. “If Damon hears you, all of us will be dead.” Mariana scoffed. “Mom, are you serious?” she protested. “Damon can’t possibly become Reina’s husband. This is ridiculous.”

His friendly smile put me at ease. “So…first day at college and you are already in trouble. You must be a bad girl,” Eddie winked. “No way! I was just running late, that’s all,” I giggled nervously. “I am joking. My name is Eddie, as you heard Ms. Barns say. What’s your name?” Eddie asked me. “Marina,” I replied. “Marina, what a beautiful name. It suits you.” Eddie smirked. “Tha…thanks,” I stammered. Ugh, why did I have to be so shy about everything? Eddie didn’t seem like the kind of guy who likes a mumbling idiot.

"To me, Matt is safe and stable… or at least, he's the only man who ever made me feel like I had that." I wasn't buying it. Marianne was the kind of woman who probably turned down countless suitors. Women like her were always more selective. The idea that she didn't have more men after her was absurd. She was beautiful, smart, hardworking, charming, and financially secure. What she didn't know and what no one else knew was that when I died, she would be my sole heir. Maybe that day would come soon. Who knew? "That can't be true. He must've scared off everyone else. I'm sure of it."

“This isn't who you are! You don't harm people! Please, she's my mate! She's my mate, Visenya!” Marienne's eyes flickered, momentarily shifting from their fiery blaze to Visenya's gentle, golden caramel hues. It was a glimpse of Visenya's inner struggle, her valiant attempt to regain control and emerge from the depths of Marienne's grip. Suddenly, Marienne released her hold on Victoria, and she fell into Caspian's waiting arms, her own breath catching in her throat.

He looked more frail and sickly, barely strong enough to cough. The door creaked open, and Marianne stepped inside, wearing a black dress, her head hidden beneath a veil. In one gloved hand, she held the doll she had cherished when she was younger—her mother’s doll. “At last, you have decided to show yourself, you ungrateful child!” Edmond snarled, his voice weak, laced with a bitter cough as he struggled to lift his head. “What is this I hear from the servants? Running off with some strange man? You disgraceful harlot!”

I smile and felt a bit better. All the handkerchief was collected and placed on the table in front of His Majesty. I saw as his eyes moved from one handkerchief to another,his gaze stopped at a very beautiful and well patterned,he picked it up,he studied it "This will do" he turn to his mother and she nodded "Lady Agatha Danbury come forward" Lady Agatha stood up arrogantly,she's the Prime Minister's daughter,and looks down on everyone She walked gracefully to the center and bow to His Majesty,she smiled at him and winked but his expression never changed.

He crouched behind it. Marianne, on the contrary, exhaled and then turned around. She went to the door and stopped, glancing toward the cupboard to make sure Liam was not to be seen. After that, she tried to vomit by putting her finger in her mouth. It did not happen the first time, so Marianne tried twice more, and the last time she actually vomited. After that, she started banging hard on the door. On the other hand, Givon was choosing the most expensive gowns for her. One of them is almost a million. Katherine couldn't understand if Givon could really afford all this and was showing it off to satisfy his Pride, which she had hurt earlier.

I told Mariano after getting rid of my uniform apron. "Sit down here." He nodded at the seat in front of him. "Why?" He’d kill me here? "Have I told you not to question me, Bella?" "Yes." I rolled my eyes, obeying. Mariano called for Millie with a flick of his fingers. "Get Isabelle something to eat." He ordered her coldly. My eyes widened. "Mariano!" I hissed. "Be nice. She's a friend." "Not mine." Millie fixed a glare on him. Didn't she want to go to Venice anymore? She surely couldn't if she was buried six feet under.

I warn her. "How dare you to call our King by his given name" she raises her hand to hit me. Li blocks her. "You are making a very big mistake Catherine. She doesn't need another maid" a smile comes to my face at the maid comment. Wait, Catherine? Is she not the sister of Max? But they seem to be opposites. Max is polite, friendly, and warm. She is snobby and arrogant. But they both still have one thing in common. They both like Darius. I think she likes him, a little too much.