The Belle Of Belgrave Square Novels & Stories

"Bella, have you been waiting long?" "I just finished changing, so it took a bit longer. I thought you would have to wait a long time," Bella said, intentionally ignoring Pearl's presence. Seeing Bella, Pearl couldn't hide her envy. Bella was also wearing a black, tight-fitting dress, but it was long with a high slit, revealing her slender and fair legs. The beautiful dress not only highlighted Bella's fair skin but also accentuated her attractive curves. Bella had light makeup, flowing long hair, and wore an expensive silver-white jewelry set, enhancing her beautiful face. The combination of dark clothing and sparkling jewelry created an elegant and impressive style.

She wasn’t blind to the potential disaster. Unfortunately, she couldn’t destroy it; physically couldn’t do it. Her nerves went weak every time she thought about smashing it…the thing had become her lover. The resonance bound even as it gave sweet pleasure, and like a puppet, she danced attendance. God forbid a man should ever have such sensual power over her. Shivering at the final whisper of notes, she closed her hand over the Bell. Breathing deeply, she sealed it in its hiding place and shoved it in her pocket. At least she had an out if things got ugly in the Dark Lands. No one would think to look for her here.

Author's POV Bella took a deep breath when they reached to the venue. "Listen old man, if he killed me then my ghost will haunt you your whole life." She said to Valentino. "They won't kill you" He assured. Bella looked outside from tainted window. It was huge building and there were many people's outside, mostly media. It was looking like a red carpet. Bella fixed her dress, it was Golden shimmer long mermaid gown with long slit, it was backless and had deep neck. She was looking sexy in it.

Tristan and Jacob would butt in now and then, but most of the time, they were just listening. Based on their conversation, Tristan and Jacob learned that, just like Vernice, Belle is an only daughter. She was living with both her parents in Dale but she left them when she moved to Bree. It was her childhood friend, Nathalie, who helped her find an apartment she could rent after she was hired at De Clarion Empire. “So you’ve never been to Bree ever?” Jacob asked.

Belle shot back, venom dripping from her words. “Oh, but I was invited,” Callie sang back, sweetness layered over her spite. “By your adoring husband's mother, no less.” “Callie,” I growled, a warning embedded in my tone. But Callie simply dangled her phone, a sly smile breaking across her face. “Smile. The world is watching. Again.” With remarkable composure, Belle stepped forward, her gaze unwavering. “You want a reaction? You won’t get one from me.”

He left, and I sat down in the styling chair as a beautiful woman approached with a friendly smile. “So,” she said playfully, “I didn’t know you and Mr Knight were…” she winked. I chuckled and shook my head. “No. It’s nothing like that.” She relaxed. “Good. Hi, I’m Belle. I work as a makeup artist, hair stylist, and product tester for Sheill Beauty.” The name hit me like ice water. Belle. My smile stiffened. “I’m Lena,” I replied carefully. “I work at Harrington Company. I’m just friends with Mr Knight.”

So here I am waiting for me. I texted Sarah earlier asking about Belle; she texted me back telling me to just tell Belle bluntly what she has to do. Belle is a stubborn, shameless woman. Gosh... Belle comes to our floor again. "Hi, Belle." "Where is Gabriel?" She asks. "Still talking with Mr. and Mrs. Dubois," I answer curtly.

“I know who you are, Mr. Weston. You’re trying to show and belittle everyone because you’re a billionaire’s son, a playboy, and, oh, you don’t even work to earn money. All you did was get wasted in the club, throw parties, and waste your father’s money. So without your dad, you’re nothing. You better show some respect to a wonderful lady like Ms. Bladwyn. She deserves it.” “Fuck you. Get out of my penthouse!” He jabbed a finger at Qamar’s chest. “Is something going on?” A half-naked woman tiptoed out downstairs. Wow. I shook my head in disbelief and disappointment. “I’m sorry. I just heard him yelling.” She shrugged and smiled as if I was so happy to see her. Then her eyes widened a bit. “Yo

The air in Conference Room 2 was too clean. Too still. Belle sat at the far end of the table, perfectly composed in a cream blazer, her posture regal, one ankle crossed over the other. No coffee. No phone. Just her purse, neatly zipped. She looked like someone who came to close a deal. Not destroy a daughter. Cillian held the door open as Benita walked in first. Belle’s eyes didn’t move. But her voice cut like satin.

I had to find a way to break this curse immediately! ‘Eira Yard… Sophie Clark…’ A thought surged through my mind. Eira used to be short and chubby in high school, yet she had turned into a goddess. Meanwhile, the original class belle, Sophie, had turned short and chubby. How could there be so many coincidences in this world?