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he whispered in Emily's ear causing Emily gulp. Brittany stomped under her long dress. She looked at Emily scornfully, then wrapped her arm around Gabriel's. "Let go of my hand, Brittany!" Gabriel snapped. "come on, you have to get use to it soon you will e my husband!" raved Brittany deliberately emphasize the word, 'husband' which made Emily sick immediately. ****

“Morning Brittany. Sleep well?” Brittany’s laugh was a razor. “Better than you, I’m sure. Daddy says the staff cabins are disgusting. Probably used to it, though—crawling around on your knees, right?” She stepped closer, voice dropping to a hiss. “God, look at you. Skirt so short I can see your desperation. What do they call girls who dress like that on a yacht full of rich men? Oh, right—a whore.” The word whore landed like a slap on my face. I set the glass down calmly, meeting Brittany’s eyes.

Brittany couldn't hear what they were saying, but she could tell that it was serious. She watched as the man stormed out of the house, leaving Yvonne standing alone in the middle of the room. Brittany waited until the man was out of sight before slipping into the house through an open window. She knew she was taking a risk, but she had to find out what was going on. As she crept through the house, she could hear Yvonne sniffled and cried softly to herself.

Brittany asked, "What kind do you like?" Horace smirked. "Someone like you." "And what am I like?" "What do you think? Do I really need to say it? Someone bold, passionate, who likes to climb on me every day and ask me to give it to her!" Brittany paused before saying, "Okay, I'll get you a woman, the best and most expensive kind." "Thank you!" he growled. Brittany made the call. "Send a woman here." After hanging up, she looked at Horace. "Wait here. She'll be here in five minutes."

I unlocked the door and went into the house. Brittany was seated in the living room, a glass of whatever was in her hand while she chatted with my parents and her cousin, Daphne. However, as I stormed in, she rose from the couch to pull me into a hug but I guessed the death glare on my face scared her off. “Where is she?” I thundered, not in the slightest mood for jokes. “Where is what?” She asked, confused. She put down the glass of whatever and started sashaying toward me but once again she stopped at my hardened glare.

Now Frederick and Brittany both held on to Blair, they were so scared. "I knew I should have stayed back with mother at home". Frederick said, and though Brittany was scared, she was still able to hide her fear somehow. "What is happening? Brittany asked, when the wind blew her away, and she found herself on the other side of the grave house, it was when she looked around her, that she noticed that she just fell on the body of one of the old witches, that is trying to get up, she screams and got up, but the wind still kept blowing her, but she struggles till she got to where king Arthur is standing with his Queen, who seemed untouched by what is happening.

He looked from Brittany to me and back again. “Brittany, what the heck are you doing here?” he asked, his voice low and angry. Brittany’s eyes opened wide. “Your majesty, I was just…” “Leave,” he said, cutting in while staring at her. “Now.” “But…” “Now, Brittany!” he yelled, his voice echoing through the small room. Brittany jumped back, her confidence gone as she stepped away. She gave me one last angry glance before quickly leaving the room, her heels clicking loudly on the stone floor.

I glanced at him and saw the look of pride smothered on his face, which baffled me. Why did he have that expression as if my words had brought him delight? It was not as if I was referring to him. "Now I know you did not even protest and dismissed me so easily when Marquis Cantavalle called our engagement..." Warren growled, offended at my words. "Tss!" Britanny scoffed. "Your deceased mate is supposed to be mine in the first place! That includes him! And him!" She pointed at Warren and Niccolo. "Why did you have to steal the man I had come to like, Dominixe?" She saddened her voice before she gripped her rapier sword. "Now, I am getting mad just by seeing your ugly face!" With that, Britann

I and Roman ask at the same time, also frowning too. Jude nods to himself, as if he had settled on something. “Brittany is running to the media to sway the minds of the authorities. She isn’t going directly, because she knows her family isn’t clean enough to report them directly.” “Yeah, but neither is yours.” I say, and immediately regret the tactlessness. But Jude doesn’t mind, and just smirks. “Oh doctor, have you forgotten, I don’t have a family?” My eyes widened. What was he saying?

Brittany opened her arms wide, then hugged each one who was there, except for Hanupo. “You cleaned this house?” asked Caspian. He glanced around. “You?” he asked again, this time emphasizing a tone of doubt. Brittany’s hands were on her hips. “Yeah,” a pause, “technically, my members cleaned it up. But I rule them. It’s my idea.” Caspian pouted. “Pretty good.” “Then where is the bride?” Brittany looked around. “She will come when the moon is up.” “Oh! That’s good. Only a few hours left. You better rest first. I’ve cleaned several rooms in this house.”