LOGINB I A N C AA wave of nausea hit me as I rushed from the bed to the bathroom, making it just in time to kneel before the toilet. This was the third morning in a row. I had hoped it was just something I ate, but a tiny hopeful part of me was starting to wonder if it was something more.My appointment was in two days, and I’ve been a nervous wreck wondering if these sicknesses were just me getting the flu or something else.Damian is out of the city for business, thankfully because he would have been worried sick seeing me in this state.I heard the bedroom door open. "Mommy? You okay?" Ian called out, his little voice filled with sleep."I'm fine, baby," I called back, my voice a little shaky. "Just a little stomach bug. Mommy probably ate something bad yesterday."The door creaked open a little more. "Can I get you some water?" he asked, stepping into the bathroom. He was clutching his teddy bear, his eyes wide with concern.My heart melted. He was such a sweet caring boy just like hi
B I A N C AI woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing. I groaned, rolling over to grab it from the nightstand. It was a text from Chloe.A picture of her and Marco. She was wearing a simple white sundress and a sun hat, her new wedding band sparkling in the sunlight. Marco was kissing her cheek, a goofy grin on his face. They were on a beach. They looked so happy.The text underneath read: "Woke up a Mrs.! Have fun with my little godson today! Love you both!"I smiled, a warm feeling spreading through my chest. I was so happy for her. She deserved all the happiness in the world."What's got you smiling so early?" Damian mumbled, rolling over and wrapping an arm around my waist."Just looking at this," I said, showing him the phone.He looked at the picture, a small smile on his face. "They look good," he said. "Happy.""They do," I agreed, putting the phone down. "I can’t wait to have them back, though. To be able to celebrate with them properly.""Me too," he said, kissing my should
C H L O EThe sweet scent of vanilla and sugar filled the air. I was standing in my apartment’s kitchen, a piping bag in my hand, trying to decorate a batch of cake and cupcakes I had baked. I was attempting to make little roses, but they looked more like blobs. I was no Bianca when it came to baking.Marco came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. "Need some help there, Picasso?" he asked, a playful smile in his voice.I sighed, leaning back against him. "These are a disaster," I said. "I don't know why I even bothered. I should have just ordered you some nice cake or something."It was Marco’s 33rd birthday and we had invited his entire family and a few of our close friends for a small party at our apartment later. I had been so excited, but now, looking at my sad looking cupcakes, I was starting to regret my decision to bake."It's the thought that counts," he said, taking the piping bag from my hand. "Here, let me show you."He guide
B I A N C AIan turns six today, and I’ve been feeling a whole lot of emotions this morning. I couldn’t believe I had a six year old now. I went from being with a man who treated me like a piece of crap to being with a man who loves me unconditionally. Then I had an amazing son who made me realize that I could love someone else more than I love myself.I was standing in the kitchen, my hands covered in flour, when I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist."Happy birthday to our little guy," Damian murmured, his chin resting on my shoulder.I leaned back against him, a sigh of contentment escaping my lips. "I know," I said, my voice a little emotional. "He's growing up so fast.""He is," Damian agreed. "But he's a great kid. We did good, Mrs. Moretti.""We did," I said, turning my head to kiss him. "We did very good."The front door burst open then, and in came a whirlwind of energy and excitement."Happy birthday, little man!" Chloe and Marco shouted in unison, their arms lad
B I A N C AThe following week, Chloe and I found ourselves sitting in a courtroom, our hands clasped tightly together. The room felt suffocating. Damian sat on my other side, but even he couldn't chase away the chill that had settled deep in my bones.Elijah sat at the defendant's table, dressed in an orange jumpsuit, his hands and feet shackled. He looked smaller than I remembered, his usual arrogant look replaced by a defeated one. But when he looked at me, a flicker of that old hatred returned, there was a venomous spark in his eyes. I flinched, and Damian's arm tightened around my shoulders."You're okay," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. "Just look at me."I turned my head, focusing on him. He was right. I was safe. Elijah couldn't hurt me anymore.Our lawyer stood up and began to speak. He laid out the evidence, the witness testimonies, the medical reports. He spoke of Elijah's cruelty, his obsession with revenge, and the terror he had inflicted upon us.When it
C H L O EI finally summoned the courage to call Marco during his video call hours at the rehab center. My hands trembled as I pressed the dial button, and my heart hammered in my chest as I waited for him to answer.When his face appeared on the screen, a smile immediately broke out on his face. "Chloe! I've been so worried. I've been calling, but you never pick up. Already giving up on me?" He tried to joke, but I could tell he was genuinely concerned.I forced a smile, but it didn't reach my eyes. "I'm sorry," I said, my voice a little shaky. "It's... it's been a chaotic few days."It was then he finally got a glimpse of the yellowish green bruise peeking from the collar of my robe as I shifted on the bed. The smile vanished from his face, replaced by a look of confusion."What the hell is that?" he growled, his voice dangerously low.I tried to angle the camera away, but it was too late. "It's nothing, Marco. Just a little... accident.""Don't you dare lie to me, Chloe," he snarle
L U C A S"Fuck!" I threw the glass of whiskey against the wall, the liquid splashing across a painting my mother had gifted me. But, I couldn't care less about it.The glass shattered, the sound as violent as the anger coursing through my veins.I looked at the articles flying around, my entire li
B I A N C A"You can't do that!" Hammington spluttered, his face turning a deep shade of crimson."I can," I said, my voice dangerously quiet. "I am the CEO. This is my company. And I will not tolerate insubordination. Now get out."I held his gaze, my expression unreadable. He was the first to loo
B I A N C ALucas looked dumbfounded, as if he couldn't believe what he had just heard. The entire store went quiet. Natalia's jaw was on the floor.For a beat, no one said anything.Then, Lucas let out a laugh. A loud mocking laugh that echoed in the store. "Your fiancé?" he sputtered. "Bianca, wh
B I A N C AI arrived at the jeweler’s store the next day and the moment I set my eyes on the wedding ring, I was surprised. It was the most beautiful ring I’ve ever set my eyes on.It was a marquise diamond ring. The diamond was huge and sparkling. It was set on a platinum band with smaller diamon







