Ten Days to Leave My Stepbrother (Beatrice) novel Chapter 8

**Across Quiet Meadows Rise Dreams Waiting For Their Moment**

**Chapter 8**

Despite her best efforts to resist, Beatrice found herself unable to stand against Maverick’s unwavering insistence. The clock was ticking ominously, and before she knew it, she had settled into the passenger seat of his car, the leather cool against her skin.

However, just as the familiar streets began to fade behind them, Maverick unexpectedly veered off course. “I need to pick someone up,” he announced, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Beatrice’s heart sank as she spotted Maribel approaching. A wave of confusion and frustration washed over her. Why did he feel the need to involve a total outsider in such an intimate moment? She couldn’t help but wonder if their bond was truly that unbreakable, that he would prioritize her presence over the sanctity of this occasion.

But there was no time for questions or protests. She swallowed hard, forcing down the rising tide of emotions that threatened to spill over.

As they continued their journey to the new cemetery, Beatrice walked ahead, clutching the urn tightly in her hands. The weight of it felt heavier than just the physical burden; it was a vessel of memories, of love, of loss. Silence enveloped her as she focused on the ground beneath her feet, each step echoing her determination to give her father the peace he deserved.

When they finally reached the designated spot, everything seemed to align perfectly. Just as they were about to lay the urn to rest, Maverick’s phone erupted into a shrill ring. He glanced at the screen, his expression tightening into a frown. Without a word, he stood up and walked outside, leaving Beatrice alone with her thoughts.

She didn’t bother to inquire about his destination. Her mind was solely fixated on the urn, the final resting place of her father. Yet, just as she was about to proceed, Maribel stepped into her path, a smirk dancing on her lips.

“Mac promised to watch the sunset with me today. You were just a little detour on our way to the cemetery. Did you really think you were the priority?” Maribel taunted, her voice dripping with mockery.

Beatrice felt a surge of indignation. She had genuinely been unaware of any such plans. But in that moment, she realized that she had no time to engage with Maribel’s petty games. All she wanted was to ensure her father could finally rest in peace.

With a steely resolve, she ignored Maribel’s provocations, refusing to even spare her a glance. She continued her solemn march, determined to fulfill her duty.

Maribel, taken aback by the cold shoulder, felt a flicker of rage ignite within her. In a fit of fury, she seized Beatrice’s arm. “Beatrice, stop pretending you can’t hear me! I’m talking to you!”

Seeing the urn held so tenderly in Beatrice’s grip, Maribel made a reckless decision. With a swift motion, she wrenched the box from Beatrice’s hands and hurled it to the ground with all her might!

The sound of shattering ceramic echoed through the air, and the urn exploded into a thousand fragments. Pale gray ashes spewed forth, scattering like lost memories on the wind.

In that instant, Beatrice’s world crumbled.

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