Romans & histoires Diana Baik

"Come, sit. Diana's been cooking all day, but she insists on the pre-dinner interrogation first." "It's not an interrogation," Diana protests, though her smile suggests otherwise. "I just want to get to know the young woman who's captured my son's attention. That's perfectly normal." We settle onto a plush cream-colored sofa. Orion and I sit on one side, his parents in armchairs across from us. Orion's hand finds mine, his fingers interlacing with my own, and I'm grateful for the support. I need it. "So, Bailey," Diana begins, leaning forward with interest. "Orion mentioned you're working on opening a bakery?"

“Monica is her name. I recognize her by this name, so tell me why you are referring to her as Ella," Martina questioned, her gaze steadfast as she studied Diana's disposition to refine the scheme. Martina did not make the error of insight that Diana was foolish, she was also avaricious, which was a wonderful mix to see in a person, and Martina found it quite easy to manipulate Diana into cooperating with her plan.

Diana looked between us, and for just a moment — the first time since I'd sat across from her at that dinner she smiled. "I want to be clear," she said, "that I'm not doing this for you." "I know," I said. "You're doing it because if something happens to Caleb, you lose the only person who remembers your childhood, and you've apparently decided that matters more than being right about him." The silence that followed was absolute.Diana looked at her laptop screen then Caleb looked at me as I drank my coffee. "The financial trail," Diana said, after a moment, "leads to a holding structure connected to Black Enterprises. Someone inside the company has been facilitating the payments."

"Diana is a complicated person. On the one hand, she's incredibly charming and charismatic. She has a way of making people feel special, of making them feel like they're the only person in the room. On the other hand, she can be quite manipulative, and she's often selfish and selfcentered. She's the kind of person who always gets what she wants, no matter what it takes." “What about her physical features?” “Well she is a blonde, piercing blue eyes,lean figure, a nice smile and she used to be a maidservant of Antonio since he was a baby,I think they grew up together''. That was a shocker. “What! A maidservant?” “Oooops I am not supposed to say that part”. She stood up packed up her makeup int

Besides, Rosalia won’t agree to be with me; she'd rather be six feet under than touch me with a totem pole. Still burning under my misery I didn’t hear the sound of the door and raising my eyes to the door a young blonde, brown eyed looking clean petite young woman stood at the door her hands fidgeting on her dress. “Who are you?” I asked worriedly, sensing her troubles. “Forgive me Beta. I am called D-Diana and I wish you grant your servant audience.” Her voice stir like a feather-like brush on the skin and I don’t know why I find myself intrigued by this young lady. She seemed young but not too young. I wanted to hear her speak more and if she wanted my help let her go ahead.

BHUK! Diana moved quickly. She grabbed the hand, bent down, and slammed Dominic into the snow very hard. “If this is a land, and if you are human. Then you are dead!” Rai approached Diana, "Go away, you won't be able to fight those two." Diana glared at him, "And you think you can?" "Don't underestimate me, you despicable human!" "Despicable...?" Diana chuckled "Don't make me angrier!!"

Diana felt her palms sweaty, a chill running down her spine as she cleared her throat. “Mr Smith?” He looked up, his eyes cold and blank. “Miss Wood.” Diana nodded, taking a seat across from him. She noticed the thick file on the table. Her name was printed on it, and Theo opened it. “Your profile is clean. We checked everything, including medical records, psychological evaluations, and background checks. You scored above average.” Theo scanned her face; His eyes was dissecting her. He had picked her from the list of women details Noah had sent him.

Bianca paled, lips thinning. “She’s human, yes. But not ordinary.” She shook her head slowly. “She’s something else entirely. Not a supernatural being… but a nemesis to all of us.” “What do you mean?” I shot up, heart pounding. “She’s why your wolf is fading.” Bianca’s voice was low, grave. The room held its breath. I stared, my chest rising and falling. “That’s impossible. She has no supernatural energy.” I laughed, bitter, empty. “She’s Diana. She loves music and reading, also likes vintage jackets, and eats too much popcorn during movies. She’s no threat.”

The audience held its breathing, they have no idea who this woman was, but the way she refers to their Don casually, they're differently knew each other. "No!" Tanu shrieked, her voice cracking. "She’s lying! Michael, you have to believe me! She has no proof!" Diana simply laughed. "How many letters are in 'bitch'?" "Five," Sia called out from the crowd. "And in 'Diana'?" "Five," Scott replied. "Then I’m a bitch," Diana admitted with a cold shrug. "But you, Tanu... you are just a S-L-U-T".

Macie greeted her politely. "I apologize for showing up so suddenly. I should've informed you beforehand," Diana said, smiling. Macie hurriedly waved her hands. "No need to apologize. I'm just a bit surprised by your visit." Diana wore a faint smile as she listened to Macie speak. She'd already done her homework and knew that Macie came from humble beginnings, but her academic record and intelligence were outstanding. From what she'd heard, her character matched her resume. With that, she figured that communication shouldn't be a problem.