Marrybell Mel Britannia Novels & Stories

Within seconds, images flood the screen. A woman. Long raven hair. Dark eyes. My face. I gasp, stumbling back. “That… that’s me.” Michael exhales sharply. “Elizabeth Bell,” he murmurs, his eyes scanning the page. “Actually… Bell is your married name. You were Elizabeth Alexander.” The name rings in my ears, unfamiliar yet carrying the weight of something I can’t quite grasp.

“I’m sorry, little bro.” “It’s fine,” Felix smiled. “It’s not like it’s your fault or anything.” There was a short awkward silence before Felix broke it by asking, “Who am I getting married to anyways? It’s not an old man, is it?” “No no,” Jo replied quickly, glad he was at least interested in knowing who it was. “Oliver. Oliver Finn.” “What’s that?” “HE is one of the youngest and most successful billionaires around here,” Joanna gushed. “He’s also an architect and he is extremely gorgeous.”

"Sends his condolences to the Lyle heiress Miss Tara marinda Lyle for her loss. He also continues to say that he had a good friend in the late Mr. Flynn Lyle. With him he had trusted the finding of his only heir and daughter Princess Willette Duskwick I the duchess of Eklane. He wishes to have a seat with you at his table at the set of your own time. Mistress of Lyle Villa." "A seat with me at the king's table?" Questioned I in wonder. "It's a pleasure to share a meal with his majesty King Joseph Duskwick III. You have to agree to his call and in response, write a letter back to him with a set date." Derived Edward from his belief. "Let's have lunch please and I will provide a feedback late

He knew I meant no harm. I reached my hand out again and smiled. “I’m Adrian Thompson.” “Eunice Morgan.” As soon as she said her name, it hit me. Of course. Her. Who didn’t know that name? I studied her more closely. How had I missed it before? She was on-screen often. Popular even if she didn’t seek attention. Women across England idolized her. A wealthy woman with humility. Her story was no secret. Married to Tyler Cooper—the man who mistreated her. She left him, rebuilt her life, and became something he never imagined: a force of her own.

"Today we'll be celebrating the marriage alliance between my daughter Isabella and Matteo Bellini." My eyes widened and my purse landed on the ground with a loud thud…

The taste was watered down somehow by the wrong company. If only my civil upbringing didn’t forbid me to tell her to shut her face. Queen Belinda sighed into her cup. As she put it down, her eyes crossed with another. She looked eager to say something. “Lady Maribel, you seem to have something on your mind.” Queen Belinda prompted. The young blond, recently married to a count, nodded. “Yes, Your Majesty. Speaking of children, I think-” Lady Maribel paused to correct herself. She was still young and inexperienced in court life. But Queen Belinda found her boldness charming.

Marry show her a beautiful red dress. " This is fascinating, " She let out with bright lips. "You got to wear this tomorrow," Marry said. "Why..... something special?" She asks. " No, but I just want you to dress like a princess, you never dress that way you want, 'cause of Brandon but now this is your time, " Marry said. " You are right, Marry I need to groom myself, I look like someone who is from backward, even I can't speak to someone so abruptly as others do,"

“Elsbeth… Lady Elsbeth, of course. She’s, uhm… she’s dead.” Lavender turns around before I can see the expression of utter dismay playing across the dainty features. I remember the dream I shared with Cole–the nightmare of his friends getting killed. The faint cry of an infant somewhere in the background that I’d noticed when the dead woman came into view. “She’s Adrian’s daughter, isn’t she?” “Uhm, yes. Marcella is her name. We call her Marrie for short.” “Marrie,” I smile, trying to stop my eyes from watering. Marrie reaches for the eggs. I pull the plate forward, having lost my appetite at the memory of the dream of her dead parents.

She had heard these from Allen, and he even wanted to introduce people from M Country to her, 'And? Their royal family's name is Harington. Sean's wife, Yvonne Harington, is part of the royal monarch. Although she is not as noble as the princess, her family, however, is an expert in weaponry. Her father holds a strong position globally. Rebecca is her younger sister,'' Bellamy explained. "So, Samuel asked you to marry her?" Stella guessed. Bellamy nodded, ''I have rejected him. Samuel is really mad right now.'' Stella lowered her eyes and hugged Bellamy. She felt sorry for her friend Eli, ''I promise to love you more.''

She possessed my father and made him kill my mother. Well, if she had attended the funeral, we may have held another funeral because I would kill her. *THREE MONTHS LATER* Tony sent me a message this morning. “Oil Heir Bryan Adams Set to Marry Big Bella Fashion Brand Owner, Bella Calamida.” The headline screamed at me from the screen like a slap. She wore white in the engagement photo. All teeth and innocence, looking immaculate. Like someone who would never seduced a married man or buried a woman with her evil and walked away without a scratch.