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Valerie smiled and sat down next to her and wrapped her arm around her shoulders. ¨The last time you said that, I remember, I lost my baby¨. She said and Beatrice opened her eyes. Valerie looked at the ceiling dreamily, ¨You know, I don't even know how it happened, we were planning to go to the park, and-¨, sigh. Beatrice rubbed Valerie's shoulders in comfort and her mind involuntarily slid to the obscure photo of the guy in the gossip with Cynthia, but she couldn't tell Valerie, everyone had sworn to not let her see the news,

Charlotte McCartney “Josh looks like you've not only gotten yourself a wife but also someone to fight your battles for you isn't that right?” Beatrice Xavier asked, staring at me with a sinister smile. “You know I'm his wife and yet you choose to disrespect my husband and daughter before me?” I countered feeling more enraged by this woman, who not only has been able to succeed in making Josh feel more miserable than ever but was also reaching to what she considers other parts of him to do the same thing.

' My subconsciousness scolded but I ignored it. I stood up from the mat. It was time I leave for my own life mate. TBC Go read Beatrice and the Lord out on Goodnovel now.. completed! Chapter 3 Beatrice sat at the table, and her eyes looked around. Years ago she was part of this group, the Elites. She was still part of them, but her property was being held by the government of the land of Naslish. Sha watched Mel dance with different men. Her sister, after all, was quite a beauty and men loved her.

Violet explained in detail, her hands demonstrating everything that her mom and sister needed to know. Meanwhile, Beatrice, who had been adeptly listening to their conversation, was shaking with fear because of everything she had heard. With quivering hands, she saved the video and sent a copy to Mr. Francis. When she turned to leave, something hit her hard on her head, and she fell down in a pool of her blood. ****

“Fine! Mother. You know it is her that will be happy only. You don’t have to sacrifice yourself!” Beatrice went out of the cubicle and examined her face in the mirror. She had bruises on her cheeks and a bandage on her forehead. Even her lips were bruised. Though, she was confident that whoever that man will still want her. Beatrice has gray eyes that she takes from her mother. Her hair was a long and natural blonde. She also has freckles on her cheeks and on her nose bridge. Her skin was fair and had a slim body. She does have suitors but she never entertains anyone because of her stepmother. Plus, she was more focused on building her career than having a boyfriend.

It wasn’t a rejection. It wasn’t an affirmation, either. But it was enough. For now. I ran my fingers down from her wrist, grazing her palm then pulling away. Her eyes were glued to mine, seeking something. Before either of us could get another word out her phone vibrated sharply. Beatrice winced, her eyes dropping to the ground. Her face fell immediately.

Especially me. He hates me. "Yes, Pear?" I was back to reality when I heard Maze's voice so I looked at him and my eyes widened with what I saw. And what's with that flirty look?! Don't tell me that he's planning to hit on her?! He likes her?! Ha! I can't help but to narrow my eyes as I looked at Pear when she stood up wearing that cute yet annoying smile. "For me, it's Disorganized Schizophrenia or Hebephrenia." She said acting so timid and I had to stop myself from mimicking her cute act.

I said, and he nodded, then said, "This is the first time we've met. I wanted to tell you that Beatrice has passed away. You and I don't have her. Now, we should be friends again, right?" he smiled and hugged me. I agreed, patting his shoulder hard. We were friends again, and I was the winner.