Nadine Lewington Greta の小説・ストーリー

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

Click. The deliberate rhythm of heels filled the silence. Nadia emerged, sapphire dress glittering under the bathroom lights, a smile too sly to be casual. “Let’s be real…” Nadia’s words forced Gina to stop in her tracks, but she didn’t turn to face her, “You’re not even the true heiress of Bennett Family. You have a strong competition.” “Plus, the Bennetts as a whole would be nothing without the partnership with Carter Realty.” she continued.

I call Greta on a Sunday morning, before the compound fully wakes, because this information belongs to her before it belongs to anyone else and I will not let it wait another hour. She answers immediately. I tell her what Nadia found. The library membership. The middle name. The address that has since changed, the name that is different but carries inside it the specific, private acknowledgment of someone who went away and rebuilt herself and took Greta's name with her into the rebuilding. Greta is silent for so long that I check twice to confirm the call has not dropped.

Nadine panicked when she saw Matthias about to leave with Leona. She ran toward them, sobbing loudly. Leona quickly hid behind Matthias, denying Nadine any chance to get close. She spoke urgently, "Mrs. Reilley, please control yourself. I'm Leona Whitney, not Annette Reilley! I don't acknowledge you as my biological parents, nor do I want to find them! I hope you won't come looking for me again." "Anne!" Nadine froze, her face instantly turning pale. "How dare you, you ungrateful child!" Carlile suddenly shouted, glaring at Leona with anger.

Her coat fell open just enough to reveal the kind of sleek black dress that didn't need a single accessory to make a statement. Liam was already on his feet. "No way. Absolutely no way." He moved in for a hug without hesitation. "You look wow." "Fabulous," Greta supplied smoothly, allowing the embrace before leaning back. "I'm aware." "You disappear for five years-" "Six," she corrected. "-and come back looking like this?" Her smile didn't waver. "I take my work seriously." Christian had stood by now, waiting his turn. "You've been impossible to reach."

I was angrier knowing I wouldn't be able to stop him, I looked at Lily as he pulled the trigger. "It's such a pity, you'd have been a pretty tough thing" "Stop!" A voice from the corner room, says subtlety and he lowers his gun. The entire room is graveyard quiet as footsteps fill the entire sound of the room. Her short blonde hair has a perfect equal cut to cover forehead, cheek bones highlighted and semi pointed nose is placed right before her petite lips. She looks at me and says "My name is Greta" She lit a cigarette and stood up. Walking out the house she offers one more statement.

She glances at the elders, who are watching us with rapt attention, waiting for the bombshell she’s going to deliver. Callum comes between us, his voice like steel. “Enough, Greta. If you have something to say, say it. But don’t you dare attempt to pull Aurora into this.” Greta’s eyes shine with glee. “Ah, the protective mate. How lovely. But I’m afraid your little Luna isn’t as nice as she seems.” I feel like I’m going to get ill. What is she talking about? What could she possibly know? Callum’s hands tighten at his sides, his words dripping with wrath. “Greta, I’m warning you. Stop this immediately, or I’ll...”

“Why, yes, I am. Are you the committee representative who’s going to check on the progress?” Greta nodded. “Yes. My name is Algreta Oakshen. Nice to meet you.” “Freshia Rustess. Likewise,” the woman inclined her head. Then she glanced at Jai. “And this handsome young man?” Jai couldn’t help the raise of eyebrows at her comment while Greta smiled. “He is my escort. If you please, Mrs. Rustess, we are in a tight schedule. I’m informed of the mandrakes. How are they a trouble so far for the farm?”

Tina mocked Greta glared at her again. "So now that you don't plan to stop, I assume you already have something. Common, let me hear it". "Since Savina is going to make things difficult for me, I'm going to make sure Leniela herself forces Cesare to kick her out or better still kill her". "And how are you going to do that?". Greta replied het question with a wicked grin "By using the only person very precious to Cesare, "Nathalia".

His huge hawk-like nose and beady eyes saw to that. When Leah started to clear her throat, Theodore’s head snapped up and landed on her. He gave her a slight smile before addressing her father. “Sir, you have a beautiful daughter.” Her father nodded, but said nothing, giving Leah a pointed look as if to say, “You better not mess this up!” Leah rolled her eyes at her father, then pasted on a fake smile for their guest. “Thank you for the compliment. I’m Leah. And you must be from the Blackwell clan?”