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Chapter 4

Author: Leah Al
last update Last Updated: 2025-03-05 08:02:33

Bianca's POV

“Who are you? How did my dad trust you this fast?” I asked looking at him trying not to show fear.

“Are you scared?” He said in a low tone which made my toes curl.

How does this man scare me, yet turn me on with simple words?

He took his gun from the holster on his hip and pointed it towards my chest, going down to the hem of my jeans.

“I am not.” I managed to finally reply.

“You should be.” His eyes shone with something deadly. I really am scared now.

Who is this man? Where did the earlier version of him go? Does my father know about this?

“Just stay away from me. I don’t want you to be my bodyguard. I don’t need someone like you.” I snapped.

Alessandro took one more step towards me, relocating the gun towards my forehead, while his hand was now around my waist.

My breath hitched as I yearned for him to touch me everywhere.

“There is no way out princess.” He said his hand traveling all along my back.

I tried to push him back, but he wouldn’t budge.

“I know who you are.” I snapped.

Something flashed in his eyes but he didn’t say anything.

“You are an arrogant ass that thinks he can control my life and keep following me. You think I am a damsel in distress wanting her prince to protect her. Too bad, I am not that girl.”

He put his finger on my cheek and dragged it down to my collar bone.

“That makes it better.” He replied pulling back.

I felt an instant coldness as soon as he pulled back and I felt a little disappointed.

“Fine. You want a challenge I will give you one. You will beg my father to let you stop being my bodyguard.” I huffed leaving the office.

Who does he think he is! Such an arrogant man. I hate him and I will make sure to get rid of him soon.

And I’ve got the best idea. I will take him to every man’s nightmare.

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“Dad I will go now. I will take Alessandro with me.” I said walking beside him.

He looked at me briefly and nodded.

“I thought you hated him.” He said and I smiled.

“Of course, but I have to bare him just for you.” I shrugged but he didn’t comment anymore.

I got in the car as Alessandro got in the driver’s seat.

“Where to?” He grumbled and I gave him the directions.

Once we arrived to the mall, I got out and waited for him to follow me. I was eager to see the look on his face.

“We came here for shopping.” I said smiling brightly.

What I didn’t expect, was him smirking as if he enjoyed shopping, and it wasn’t his first time.

“It’s not my first time.” He said gesturing for me to walk.

I huffed and walked towards the first shop. I walked between racks of clothes choosing all kinds of stuff, giving it to him. He held them his face stoic. He didn’t get bored, it was like he was enjoying what we were doing.

But I hated it. That man is unbreakable.

I took the clothes from him, not caring to try the clothes, and went to pay for them.

But Alessandro blocked my way not giving me my clothes.

“What?” I asked annoyedly.

“Try them all.” He said and I looked at him in disbelief.

“You are in no position to boss me around.” I snapped.

“We will not leave, until you try the all.” He pushed me towards the changing room.

I took the clothes from him and started trying all the types of jeans and shirts I chose. Thankfully, I didn’t choose any dresses. I was tired as I tried the last item.

“Happy?” I asked throwing the clothes on top of the other items.

“We can go now.” He said paying for everything.

We got in the car and he started driving back home. The drive was silent as I was scrolling on my phone.

I stumbled upon. An article about Vincenzo and his wife Violet in a huge party. I grimaced looking at the russian princess, wanting to kill her on the spot.

I hate her smile and her happy eyes. She was holding her son and looking at him with loving eyes.

There was no doubt, she was a very beautiful woman. So were her children. But that doesn’t mean that she wasn’t the heiress of a woman killing empire.

“I wish I could kill her.” I said loudly.

“Who?” Alessandro asked looking at me in the rear mirror.

“Violet Siankovski.” I replied.

Alessandro looked back at the road and didn’t comment for a while.

“Why do you want that?” He asked and I shook my head not replying.

No one knows what really happened. We would be all killed if we suggested to even insinuate a war against the Russians. Vincenzo is a fool, love made him a fool.

I hope he wakes up soon from these imaginations about being allies with them.

I looked up as Alessandro parked the car in the driveway.

He got out and opened the door for me. I got out and walked towards the mansion, still deep in my thoughts.

“Foolish girl.” My dad said from his office.

Who was he talking about?

No words were said anymore, so I went towards my room. I closed the door and laid on the bed looking at the ceiling.

I have to take actions into my own hands. My dad was not doing anything to avenge my mother. He always says that it was not the right time, but the right time will never come for us.

He knows that we can’t challenge the big boss, Vincenzo, but we have to do something. Things are getting out of hand.

There was a knock on the door and I told whoever it is to enter.

“Miss Bianca, the boss wants you.” One of the maid said and I sighed.

He always wants me. He never comes to my room though. I was tired and just wanted to sleep, but I had to see what he wants.

“You can go.” She nodded closing the door behind her as I got up to see what my dad wants now.

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