Marrybell Mel Britannia Novels & Stories

Ellie said, pointing to a painting of a woman in very little clothing. Jasper grinned, he put his arms around Ellie his hands just underneath her breasts "She was a very, very bad girl. Her name was Gabrielle Teller, and she married the third duke. As you can tell, judging by her clothing or lack of it, she was a bit of a girl."

After she finished speaking, the lady still looked back in displeasure as she watched Betty. After Betty and Victoria left, the attendant immediately turned to the lady and spoke, "Miss, do you know who was that person? She is a very famous female celebrity among us. Her name is Betty.” "Betty?" The woman's face froze as she muttered to herself, "It's her?" "So, it turns out that Bryson wanted to marry her! How could he take a fancy to a girl who has no manners and no morals?” The female follower beside him sneered.

She couldn't figure out how to reply to her. Ivy chortled. She continued, "In case you need a reminder, Miss Mirabel. I am legally married to Mr. Dillon Long and if you wish to get married to him. Then you need to get him to divorce me first," Her voice was clear and stern. She moved her mouth close to her ear and mumbled, " Don't play dirty games with me again, Mirabel. I won't sit back and watch you humiliate me any longer." She smiled brightly at her and strolled upstairs into her bedroom. Mirabel's face had reddened out of shame and fury. She sent punches into the air and stomped her feet into the house madly.

He asked in a French Canadian accent, as he ushered us forward. "No, Marcel, my sister is coming and her friend is as well," Sonya kissed the assistant on both his cheeks as he opened a long silk cream-colored sheet to the main dress room reserved for expensive clients. "Marcel this is the bride Cherokee Rains, and here is my son, Becket." She held out her long arms toward her son and soon-to-be daughter-in-law. "No introduction is needed of course for me," Came the voice from behind them of a woman who looked exactly like Sonya.

In fact, when Duke Malcom mentioned the wedding dress, Melissa was surprised to know that the Kensington Estate's colours were sapphire blue. That was the colour she loved most and in fact, before she died in the real life, she had purchased a sapphire dress. She loved the design of the dress and wanted to replicate it. To do that, she needed some sketching materials and colours. As the original Lady Melissa didn't paint, there was no arts materials at home for her to use.

the person with the voice startled her the more. "Milord." She gave a slight bow and stood up. Her silvery gown brushed past his leg and he took a step backward. "How are you finding the party Little Beatle?" He asked, his eyes rounding the number of people in the house. "Pardon me Milord, but my name is Beatrice not Beatle." She corrected with a smile. She was not little, she was a full-grown woman. At the age of Nineteen, she was already full and ready to get married.

Victoria was greeted almost immediately. Marissa yawned and collected the bottle of water Victoria was handing to her. “I still can't believe what happened last night. How did Bella ever think of returning here, and worst of all is that she claims to be married to my brother. I really don't know what to think anymore.” Marissa shared her displeasure in meeting Bella again. Victoria was not interested in the conversation because she was more bothered about the secret she and her mother were trying to hide.

She has to do this or Annie could go on and on. “Did you say that I’ve been there before!? Are we... that ... important?” Marianne asked her. “Well, of course! Your grandfather is Lord Arnold Williams, he donated a lot to the community and other charities around the world! I remember my mum saying that your family is close to the Royals so it’s no wonder to have your presence at Buckingham Palace,” explained Annie. Marianne stares at Annie while digesting the information. Her planned new life seems to have a lot of adjustments. She had a feeling that it’s going to be more difficult than she thought.

It was impossible for other granddaughters at home to agree. Mason said, “As you know, the third son of the Hayden family has come of the age of marriage. Mr. Hayden chose our girls from so many girls from other wealthy families, but Iris and Jaylah both have their own boyfriends, and Mikayla is still young. So, for the engagement with the third son of Hayden family, I think you are the most suitable candidate.” Hearing this, Aimee’s expression didn’t change much, but she felt miserable.

The spotlight began to shine on a particular space, and then finally, Alice came out, beautiful. “What?” Melanie said stunned. “How does she have makeup on? How's her dress in perfect shape?” “Melanie, what's going on? I thought you said you wrecked her dress and her makeup too.” “Why does she look perfect?” “Perfect? You think she's perfect?” Melanie growled at her friend. “No that's not what I meant. That's not what I meant at all.” “That's what I heard and I heard it properly.” “Melanie-”