Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

The prestigious young men in the private room went silent when they saw the face revealed after the cap was removed.

They now understood the true meaning of a perfect match.

They thought the celebrities should take a look at Yvette’s face to see what real beauty truly looks like.

Even Keira, who had been bawling her eyes out moments before stared blankly at Yvette, utterly mesmerized.

She thought, ‘Her flawless beauty is clearly natural–there is no sign of any cosmetic enhancement. If only I had been blessed with such a divine appearance, I wouldn’t have needed to go through so many surgeries. With looks like that, I could easily dominate the entertainment industry.’

Jealousy burned within Keira, so intense it almost drove her mad.

She also knew that the man standing at the door was none other than Jeremiah, the one Joel had mentioned.

She felt that Jeremiah’s aura, appearance, and presence completely outshone Joel and the others by far.

Wiping away her tears, Keira steeled herself and began to plot.

The other men were speechless.

They had thought, just for once, they might beat Jeremiah in the “girlfriend competition.”

It turned out that they were completely wrong.

They glanced at the women they’d brought–overly made–up–and then at Yvette, who was effortlessly beautiful without a trace of makeup.

The men couldn’t help but feel both bitter and envious.

Once again, they found themselves utterly defeated.

The pair standing in silence at the door stirred a kind of reverence in everyone present, as though their very presence demanded submission.

These men had assumed that, at best, a girl from a small place like Seacrity might be pretty, but now they realized–she was beyond that, otherworldly.

The first to break the silence was Samantha.

She rose from the sofa, her black dress accentuating her graceful curves, and walked elegantly toward Yvette in her high heels.

It wasn’t until she moved that the crowd snapped back to reality.

Jared, afraid she might act impulsively, quickly stepped forward with a troubled look..

He cautiously asked, “Samantha, maybe don’t go over there?”

After all, everyone in their circle knew that if it weren’t for Yvette, Samantha would marry Jeremiah.

So Jared believed that the meeting between Samantha and Yvette was practically a declaration of war.

He couldn’t decide whose side to take.

his ultimate crush since

around as he thought about how likely he was to keep Jeremiah

Jared’s head. “Move

Then she continued walking.

she

seventh–degree black belt. If a fight breaks out and Jeremiah doesn’t step

maliciously

‘Go on. Fight… Just make sure to ruin her face while you’re

of Jeremiah and Yvette, her red lips curving into

simple white t–shirt and jeans, possesses an undeniable, distant beauty. She isn’t even wearing any makeup. I’ve never acknowledged anyone’s beauty

at their outfits, she noticed they were wearing

‘Jeremiah is so cunning; anyone can see they are dressed as

Samantha standing in

he asked, “What are you

tone surprised everyone; they all thought he

and Samantha were nothing but hearsay, spread through

two rarely crossed paths at social

they did, Jeremiah always kept a straight face, never showing much

didn’t want to be too affectionate

things

wasn’t fazed by his attitude–she was used to it.

let out a

she looked at Yvette and asked in a

Samantha pronounced the two words had its own unique

looked up, her expression sharp yet playful, her jawline

and

mouth twitched slightly as he listened to

to greet each other with

Everyone held their breath.

the exchange of

momentarily taken

visible as she tucked her hair

said, “Andrew was right–you are interesting. Let me officially introduce myself. I’m Samantha Mitchell, Andrew’s sister. It’s a pleasure to

She extended her hand.

her slender

she nodded slightly and said, “I’m Yvette

Samantha’s hand was left hanging

Samantha. Yvette is the first to ignore it. Where on earth did Jeremiah

dare watch what

thought that Samantha wouldn’t tolerate being slighted like this and was

her hand without

feeling of being rejected was new to her, but

that Yvette disliked physical contact with