Chapter 011

When Bianca got a call from Pa Frey, she knew it had to do with Ethan.

Of course, she had been following news about him. Their marriage had ended badly but years after, she still found herself longing for him again.

“Only you can stop him from making a mess,” Pa Frey told her, his voice laced with desperation.

As a patriarch of the Frey's family, he wouldn't want to see his legacy go down in crumbles just because of a girl.

And not just any girl. A hybrid. A nobody.

Bianca's lips curled into a smile. This time, there was a higher chance of getting Ethan. In the past, she had had no help. No one from the Frey's family gave her a handout on how to get Ethan back.

But this call?

It meant everything.

It meant her prayers to the moon goddess had finally been answered. 

And now, all she had to do was act. Pa Frey's backing would be the golden ticket she needed to Ethan's heart again.

And that hybrid?

She was as nobody as they came. And she couldn't stand a chance of stealing Ethan's attention when she had arrived. She was pretty, yeah

But she knew Ethan too well to know that his heart raced for features that were beyond a pretty face. 

That would be her advantage.

She grabbed a red lipstick as soon as her call with Pa Frey ended. As she applied it, staring at her reflection, the last words of Pa Frey echoed through the small room she had lived for years. 

“You have to promise me,” he said. “You have to do everything to bring him back to his senses. Others, he'll be stripped off from being Alpha.”

Claiming Ethan was going to be more than helping silly old Pa Frey, it would be her chance to luxury again. Luxury and power. She had missed being important. There was a time when the people listened when she spoke. 

But who listened to a woman in a small apartment? She was no better than a hybrid.

Yet, things were about to change.

One final glance and she turned away from the mirror, ready to make Ethan hers again. 

Pa Frey had promised to send a ride and it appeared before she stepped out of the house. That was the power of the Frey's family. 

A black Bentley idled in front of her house, a sight she hadn't seen in this neighborhood where she was forced to live in after her separation with Ethan.

Now, she sauntered towards the vehicle, like she owned it. Because she did. 

She placed her hand over the roof of the car and leaned to catch a glimpse of the driver.

He was different and she was not surprised. The Frey's changed their workers like they changed their lovers.

A slide in, and she was back to paradise. She settled comfortably in the plush leather chair and helped herself to a bottle of Merlot. It was enough to soothe her fraying nerves and prepare her for her encounter with Ethan.

Because that encounter was going to the fate’s sealing of their union again. 

As she emptied the bottle, her hand brushed the side of her neck, remembering the night Ethan had claimed her. It was an indelible memory and even the thought of it made her want him more. 

She tilted her head to the chair rest, eyes shut, mouth parted, and imagined that night. And every other night that followed. 

She had been a fool to leave Ethan.

When the vehicle was approaching Ethan's house, she grabbed her phone, ditching her dreams for reality, and searched for his number.

Even after everything, she still had his number.

But she wasn't sure he did. If he did, he wouldn't pick her calls.

The phone rang, and for a while, all she heard was the ring which was becoming synchronous to the beating of her heart. Then his voice filled her ear like a gentle breeze.

Of course. He had long deleted her number.

But the moment she spoke, he knew it was her.

“Bianca?”

She smiled. The Bentley had skidded to a stop now and she was gazing through the window at his apartment, hoping he was in. 

“You still remember my voice, honey. I'm thrilled.”

There was a stretched silence from him, as though he was trying to figure out if he was hallucinating or not. 

“Why are you calling, Bianca?” He finally asked.

She was prepared for a confrontation. But more specifically, she was ready for settlement. The kind that came with cuddling him in bed and a blend of their screams and moans all day.

“I've missed you, Ethan,” she purred. “Don't you miss me?”

Bianca was never in his mind. Maybe the  first few weeks of their separation. But he had since forgotten about her existence. 

But her calling now might be the distraction he needed. He was trying to heal from the wound Abigail created in his heart. 

Maybe he wanted to hurt her too. Or he wanted to push her away. But the thought of Bianca calling was suddenly improvising.

“Where are you?” He asked.

“Staring at your window and remembering the night you pressed my cheeks against the frame and fucked me till I screamed.”

She bit her lips in excitement. Maybe it was going to be easier than she thought.

“I've missed you, Ethan. And I'm sorry for everything. I just want us to talk,” she said when Ethan didn't respond to her sultry speech.

She saw the door of the apartment open and Ethan stepped out. The sight of him sent her heart fluttering. She had seen him since their separation in TVs. But looking at him up close was…different. 

“Where are you?” He asked again, his eyes drifting around.

He wasn't expecting her in a Bentley. She ended the call with a scoff and stepped out. 

She was in his favourite.

Black gown. Hair tied into a bun. Red lipstick. Heels as high as heaven.

Could he resist?