Wirt X Beatrice 소설 & 이야기

Maro pointed out. "He insulted Beatrice," I said flatly. "That's different." Beatrice looked at me with wide eyes. "You broke someone's arm? For me?" "He called you the Wynters' charity case," I explained. "Said you weren't worthy of the bloodline. So I reminded him to show respect." "By breaking his arm," she said slowly. "It was only a small fracture," Maro added helpfully. "Healed in three weeks." Beatrice started laughing. Once she started, she couldn't stop. Everyone stared at her until she finally caught her breath.

The Sequel for The Bet is out now, it is called Riptide❤️‼️ As requested it's Brittany's story after Andre❤️‼️ Chapters are already posted❤️‼️ Hope you guys enjoy it❤️‼️ Riptide *Sneak Peak* "It's you" She announced softly "So I did do something?" I asked thinking back, trying to figure out what exactly. "You're doing everything right" She confessed leaving realization to stand in my mind.

For them, beauty was not a thing to be flaunted but endured—the glimmer of frost upon stone, the sound of snow cracking beneath boots, the stillness of a frozen lake. But here, in Cromwell, everything gleamed. Candles spilled their light across honey-gold walls, ribbons shimmered from the rafters, and servants scurried like well-trained doves with their trays of wine. It was unbearable in its brightness. To August’s eyes, it seemed almost mocking.

At 6:00 pm, Maxwell accompanied Beatrice to a dinner hosted by her business partners. She hadn't seen me all day. As she held her glass of wine, her mind kept wandering. "Did I go too far this time?" The thought struck her suddenly. Beatrice pressed her lips together and downed the wine in a single gulp. She reached for her phone, intending to send me a message. Just as she was about to type, she was interrupted by one of her business partners.

POV Beatrice Unlike the Morunagas' luxury or my father’s excessive wealth, Aunt Loretta had always been practical. She drove her own car, worked tirelessly at the family restaurant, and raised four sons alone, surviving a difficult marriage. She hadn’t always been the one in charge, but now she was the force holding everything together. I had always admired her resilience. "You’ve lost weight, Beatrice," she said suddenly, glancing at me through the rearview mirror. The comment hit like a punch to the stomach. I shifted closer to Ryuu, as if I could physically hide from the observation.

I was too stunned to fight, standing there on the stairs in a dead man's coat with last night's shame still sitting in my bones, staring down at Beatrice's satisfied face while my mind tried to catch up to what was happening. "There it is," Beatrice said softly, looking up at me with something that might have been satisfaction and might have been relief and might have been both. "There's the face I've been waiting six years to see." Margaret was still standing by the door. She hadn't moved. She was looking at her own feet. "I hope it was worth it," Beatrice said. "All that martyrdom. All that sacrifice." She smiled one last time, genuine and terrible. "At least now you'll have real marks to

Then, she sobbed while thanking Waltz. However, Waltz didn’t seem to like her at all, her tone was cold. “I didn’t do this to save you, I just wanted to use the restroom… Besides, I simply have no idea how brainless little flowers like you could survive till now. You have no strength to fight back yet you’re here running around. Get lost!” Waltz’s words were awfully harsh. She pushed Beatrice aside and went into the restroom. Beatrice was stunned. She couldn’t understand why Waltz saved her yet she said such insulting words.

He holds Beatrice and puts her behind him. “Is it not, huh? Will you shut up, Javier?” said Clementine. Beatrice’s step-sister. She was standing on Veronica’s side and also torturing Beatrice. Beatrice's father, David Lichter, got in an accident with Beatrice. Beatrice survived it but David did not and was in the emergency room now. Beatrice was running away from their home because she could not take the constant humiliation that she received from her stepmother and step-sister. Beatrice was the only daughter of David Lichter who owned the biggest and most successful resort in Armscombe. Lichters are one of the prominent families too. But as the years pass, their money slowly runs out becau