Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 2

Chapter 188 – Something Is In The Tall Gra*s*s

Beatrice’s POV:

It’s been a few days since I joined the cafe and I have been staying with Pamela. Mom’s patience seemed to be wearing off once reality started to settle in. She was not ready to go back to this lifestyle.

I wasn’t too sure what I was looking forward to anymore. A part of me died with Helel that day. I have tried to occupy my mind with countless thoughts that didn’t include the brothers and Helel, but every time I went to bed, I failed.

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I couldn’t stop remembering the words Helel said in front of his father and everyone.

“Go to sleep, Beatrice. You have work to do in the morning,” mom must have heard me sniffle when she mumbled. We shared a bed here.

As I previously stated, life here was not luxurious, but it was still superior to any other option at the time.

“I need some fresh air,” I whispered, rolling out of bed in exhaustion.

Cafe wasn’t too comfortable for me. I was mostly in the kitchen and forbidden from coming out in front of anyone. The word went out about me, and everybody started hating on me, calling me a black widow who had seduced her

walked out of the room and

were going crazy outside. The howling could be heard even from across

talk. I would have forbidden you from helping Colt. I was already making a plan to help him

let me

me into stepping away

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gulped, trying to locate the direction of the voice, but it was impossible to find anything or anyone in this darkness. “Hey! Where are you?” I yelled, and suddenly the

hugging myself miserably, and kept trying to look around in search of the owner of the

a warm hand touched my shoulder, and I found my

placed a hand on her chest and laughed afterwards. “I heard someone call

looked my way. “That must be the wind,” she said, but I refused to agree

and gently pushed some aside with

full moon. These rich brats transition without having any idea where to go. They usually get caught in a Hunter’s trap and then cry for help,’ she sighed, not showing much concern.

catch a cold.” She held my hand and almost dragged me behind her until I freed my hand and stopped to look back because I heard the gra*s*s rustle and

popped out from behind the gra*s*s, which made me step back and look at Pamela. She didn’t look too frightened,

Not even waiting for Pamela to ask, I

be in his early twenties. His dark black hair and jet-black eyes were actually very