Subaru X Beatrice Novels & Stories

Chapter 112 - The Final Confrontation When they got in the car, Harden made Beatrice drive as he pointed the gun at her head. “Drive,” he said. Beatrice did as she was told. She directed the car in the direction of the harbor. After driving in silence for a while, Beatrice finally spoke. “You know, you don’t need to keep pointing the gun at me. I’ll take you there.” “And how do I know you’re not lying to me.”

The night ahead was filled with uncertainties, and Sean had quite a task ahead of him. "John and Beatrice are going in their car; you can come with us if you like?" Looking at her waiting, she nods in agreement; we all leave and get in our cars. Driving we don't speak much; it feels weird us been in the car together, slowly pulling up to Lustful Surrender I can't help but smile; this place is truly amazing. Walking in, Beatrice is in amazement, looking around. "It's beautiful, and everyone is dressed." I can't hold in my laughter at her comment about people being dressed; she seriously looks surprised.

There was no weekend Beatrice doesn't have a place to go, she always have her plans to party and spend her husband's money while flaunting her status as the Madam of the Gray family. ‘Enjoy it while you can. Very soon, I will give you guys a problem to solve and it will decrease your partying.’ She smirked to herself. “It’s true, I bought the car and asked the car shop to deliver it to the mansion, Aunty. Also, please prepare a place for my personal driver as well.” Rose told Paige. Though she hadn’t spoken with Luthor about him staying with her, eventually he might choose to stay with her since he was now her personal driver.

She utter looking back at her mother. Later that day, Beatrice and Stephanie find their way to way to the boutique where they will be shopping in some clothes. "Oh my gosh this can't be happening! How could we make a mistake of not using our car. Beatrice utter all pissed off by the abrupt stop of the vehicle which the driver just told them it got spoilt as she took a quick sip from the drinks which she had took on her way here. I guess this was all my fault! I'm very sorry Beatrice because we could have used our car instead. Stephanie apologize as they pay the cab man his power and began tricking to the place.

“I am not Mane for no reason and I am not stupid when it comes to my daughter and after what she set Elizabeth up for and now with you here it all makes sense.” Beatrice gets to her feet and walks over to the cabinet in the corner. She opens it and pulls out 2 small scotch glasses, placing them on the pullout drawer before then reaching back into the cabinet and pulling out a decanter of orange liquid. She pours some into each glass, returns the decanter and then picks up the glasses as she walks back over, handing one to Graves. They both down the orange liquid in one before Beatrice says,

Behind her was Clarence, dressed in a beautiful evening short dress, with her hair and make-up done to perfection. “Madame.” A security man greeted me with his head bowed. “Where is my son?” Beatrice asked, looking around for traces of him. They had been to his office and were told he wasn’t in. Beatrice's anger peaked at the thought of her son slacking at work because of that barren woman. She wouldn’t stand for it. “Mr Ambrose-” “Is that Rafael’s car?” Clarence spotted Rafael’s car parked behind the house from a distance. When Beatrice found her son’s car parked behind the house, she beckoned on Clarence and they went inside.

"Sebastian this is Beatrice, my girlfriend, my wife actually. Beatrice this is Sebastian, we're getting married" Beatrice was a tall ginger haired lady. She had piercings on her nose, all over her ear and right above her eye brows. The girl looked confused. "You haven't told her yet, have you?",I asked. "Told me what? you're breaking up with me?", she asked tensed. "No, I was gonna tell you sooner but, it's just been awkward to bring it up ". "What is that?". "This is Sebastian Greenwood, soon to be owner of Greenwood's Automobile ", I waved at her and took a seat.

Mother and daughter really looked cute. They both drove in Beatrice's new car. Clark had arranged someone to get the car for her, so it would serve as her means of transportation in France. With the help of a G****e map, they got the address written on the card. Beatrice stopped the car. She stepped out and show the card to the men standing in front of the big gate. They pressed a device and the gate opened. She went back to the car and drove in, then she parked at the garage - it was so big.

she said to Beatrice, taking one of the baskets she was carrying. Beatrice didn’t ask Lina what happened or why she was drunk so early in the morning. She quietly got on the driver's seat to deliver the bread to the homeless. While she was pulling away from her driveway, the neighbor's van came out from their garage. She was asking Lina questions that she didn’t realize that the neighbor’s car was following them behind at a safe distance.

"Let me out of this car right now, unlock the doors!" "Mina, wait, please don’t run away!" Beatrice cried out, her voice breaking into a desperate sob. "Please, I am begging you, just stay and listen to me for one minute. Please don't hang up!" I froze, my hand hovering over the door handle. Beatrice King never begged anyone for anything, she was the proudest, most ruthless woman I had ever met, hearing her beg sparked a curiosity in me.