Sarah Spencer Diana Novels & Stories

"You can't turn; you've already failed." Spencer said with a mocking tone of voice, turning once more. Damontry rose up. "Hey, no, I'll turn around and you'll see." Spencer chuckled lightly and shrugged as he moved his hands while he could sense the aura of anger behind him. "Prove it, with all due respect, Miss, but that's what losers say." And Damontry was already caught. "I am not a failure." She shrieked loudly, her voice thickening at the end of her sentence, her eyes sparkling a light blue, her sharp fangs beginning to appear in the hollow of her mouth, and her long hair dyed white. Royal Ilgara dynasty to shock Spencer!

Harriett had never truly cared about Diana. Even though Diana raised her, Harriett was already grown when Diana married Benedict. Her biological mother had died two years earlier. Weighed down by guilt, Benedict tried to make up for it by acting as both parents and giving her everything she wanted.

When Diana received the exorbitant compensation of 50 million, she counted the money happily, never once expecting that before she'd finished counting it, the subsequent events had developed beyond her imagination. After Diana had gotten the money, she boasted to Sahara with no holds barred. Seizing the opportunity, Sahara suggested, "Demand that she apologize to you in person!" Engrossed in her victory, Diana agreed at once. It so happened that her birthday was just around the corner, so she was hosting a small birthday party and had invited quite a number of people. Many from the Damien and Jones Family would be in attendance, as would business partners in abundance, all attendees were eit

Then, like a plot twist, another tidbit hit the grapevine, steering all the wild guesses away from the King Pendragon. Word on the street was that Spencer's tour to Drunham City was all for a VIP's upcoming wedding. That high-roller had rolled out the red carpet for Spencer himself to whip up a wedding dress for his soon-to-be missus! That scoop had everyone's tongues wagging—just who was that VIP? Getting Spencer to design a dress was a dead giveaway of the guy's clout.

Especially when the two men were Zachary and Leon. Sarah’s bare shoulders gleamed under the lights, the butterfly mark on her skin vivid and unmistakable. He’d seen that mark before—on the real Sarah, and on another woman’s imitation. As Leon stepped closer, Zachary moved ahead and blocked his way. "Mr. Spencer, if you have something to say, say it to me," Zachary said coolly. "Who is she?" Leon demanded. Zachary smirked. "Can’t you tell? She’s Sarah Sanders of the Sanders family."

Sybil said, waving goodbye. Diana nodded with a smile. Sybil was still worried about her wedding. She didn’t trust that Brian would be able to prepare it all well, so Diana agreed to spy on him and report back. In fact, Sybil had originally wanted Diana to be her bridesmaid, but Diana refused. She still felt guilty about how Carol and Kyle had ended up. As she had been their bridesmaid, she didn’t want to give that same bad luck to Sybil. After saying goodbye to Sybil, Diana went home with Brian.