Bianca Alyssa

No dia que deveria ser o meu casamento... a noiva não era eu. A cerimônia pela qual esperei durante cinco anos se transformou em uma piada quando Valentina, minha irmã, entrou pelo corredor de mármore usando um vestido de noiva branco. Seu braço estava entrelaçado ao de Luca, o homem que deveria estar me esperando no altar. — Sinto muito, Bianca. — Disse ela suavemente. — Mas hoje você não é mais a noiva. Então ela tocou a própria barriga, os olhos brilhando de triunfo. — Estou grávida do filho de Don Romano. Suas palavras explodiram dentro da minha cabeça, e o mundo inteiro mergulhou no silêncio. Como se temesse que eu não acreditasse, ela ergueu algo brilhante em direção à luz. Uma imagem de ultrassom em preto e branco. Nela, lia-se claramente: Idade gestacional — 12 semanas. Meus olhos arderam, as lágrimas queimando enquanto me virei para Luca, procurando desesperadamente qualquer coisa, uma negação, uma explicação, arrependimento. Em vez disso, ele apenas suspirou, cansado e resignado. — Bianca, me desculpa... — Disse ele, impotente. — Valentina não tem muito tempo de vida. Este casamento… era o último desejo dela. — Eu vou compensar você. — Acrescentou. — Podemos ter outro casamento depois. Meu pai, Moretti, estava atrás dele, usando a mesma expressão severa que carregou durante toda a minha vida. Nunca o vi sorrir para mim, nem uma única vez. — Bianca!! — Disse ele, ríspido. — Sua irmã está morrendo. Deixe que ela fique com isso. Meu irmão assentiu em silêncio, como se isso fosse uma resposta suficientemente sólida. Durante toda a minha vida, eles sempre a escolheram, as lágrimas dela, seus caprichos, suas necessidades, acima das minhas. Hoje não foi diferente. Algo dentro de mim se quebrou silenciosamente. Tudo bem. Se ninguém nesta família se importa comigo, eu vou embora.

J'étais enceinte de huit mois. J'assistais à un gala de charité avec mon mari, le Don Massimo, lorsqu'une famille rivale nous a attaqués. La foule a paniqué. On m'a violemment bousculée et je suis tombée au sol. Du sang partout. Massimo a complètement perdu la raison, criant pour appeler des médecins, désespéré de sauver mon bébé. Mais lorsque je me suis réveillée, ils avaient disparu tous les deux. Plus de bébé, plus de Massimo. Je me souvenais des coups de feu, de Massimo qui me protégeait de son corps. Une peur glaciale m'a envahie. Je me suis hissée dans un fauteuil roulant et me suis précipitée dans le couloir. C'est alors que je les ai entendus — Massimo et le médecin. « Monsieur, je suis désolé. Nous avons fait tout ce que nous pouvions. Le bébé… il n'a pas survécu », a-t-il murmuré. Les larmes ont coulé sur mon visage. Ils avaient tué mon bébé. La famille rivale avait tué mon bébé. Mais les paroles suivantes de Massimo ont complètement brisé mon monde. « Il n'y avait qu'une seule équipe médicale. J'ai dû faire un choix. Bianca… elle portait aussi mon enfant », a-t-il dit d'une voix lourde. Massimo a soupiré, puis a donné son ordre. « Personne ne doit rien dire à Arabella. Elle élèvera l'enfant de Bianca comme le sien. Il sera mon unique héritier », a-t-il déclaré. J'ai plaqué une main sur ma bouche, la vue brouillée par les larmes, avant de me détourner. L'homme que j'avais aimé n'était qu'un mensonge. Très bien. S'il voulait une guerre, il l'aurait.

Menikahi adik dari mantan tunangannya dengan niat balas dendam dan sebagai alat penebus hutang, membuat Bastian menjebak Bee dalam pernikahan kontrak yang dia ciptakan. Pria dingin yang bergelar CEO perusahaan ternama tersebut seolah ingin membuat sang istri menderita. Fakta demi fakta mulai terkuak, saat sebuah kenyataan bahwa mantan tunangan yang dia kira berkhianat ternyata di kurung oleh ayah dan adiknya di sebuah tempat terpencil. Saat Bastian mengetahui hal tersebut hatinya mulai tergoyahkan di saat dia dan Bee sudah mulai saling membuka hati. "Aku baru sadar, Tuan. Selama ini kau tidak mencintaiku. Biarkan aku pergi. Kembalilah bersama Kak Alena." Bianca Emmanuela Santoso. "Tidak. Aku tidak akan membiarkanmu pergi, kau milikku. Aku memang mencintainya tetapi aku ingin bersama denganmu." Bastian Schweinsteiger. Siapakah yang harus Bastian pilih? Apakah dia akan bertahan dengan istri kecilnya atau kembali pada mantan tunangan yang hilang selama sepuluh tahun?

What's the color of voice? Does it send you the shiver like morning snow when someone calls your name? Carol Bianca found her groom standing with another woman in the wedding venue she paid to get married to her childhood sweetheart. She wanted to get married to the man who accepted her the way she was. A deaf but the woman he wanted would be his world- His word. But she finds herself standing with a bouquet of Lily and a withering heart. . She couldn't hear what he said. But she knew -- Her love for him was too big to endure this disrespect to her feelings. She left, with her head high until her hands were caged by someone - " Would you mind marrying me?" She looked at the Man, sitting on the wheel chair, breathtakingly handsome. She wants him. She knew it. " I am a deaf. Will you be okay?" she asked, using sign language. " You deserve more than me but I will be glad!" He said, and it was genuine.

After she was dumped by her fiance just when they were about to wed, Bianca's parents decided to arrange for her to be married to Richard Smith, the Alpha's only son, believing it was the best thing for her. But she doesn't want this; going into something as big as marriage with someone she hadn't even seen before. To make matters worse, she learns he is a famous playboy who didn't sleep with the same girl twice. Rage filled her and she ended up in a nightclub. Under the influence of alcohol, she ends up having a passionate one-night stand with a very hot stranger who saved her from being taken advantage of that night. She thought it was just a one-night stand and it would be forgotten, but what if a twist of fate reveals that the hot stranger is none other than the famous playboy, her future husband, Richard Smith? Then what ultimately happens when Richard's long lost ex girlfriend who he never officially broke up with returns, ready to go any length to get back what's hers?

When I visit my girlfriend's house during the Christmas holidays, her cousin, Antonio Esposito, humiliates me in front of everyone because of a scar on the back of my hand. "This scar looks like a remnant of the crossfire with the mafia! Bianca, why did you think that bringing an ex-convict home was a good idea?" The entire Romano family stares at me in a mixture of horror and shock. My girlfriend, Bianco Romano, even shakes my hand off while staring at me in disgust. Not only does Antonio flip the table, but he also calls over a few hooligans in an attempt to take me to the local police station. "We must teach scumbags like him a lesson!" he declares. After that, Antonio and the hooligans strip off my jacket and strap me to the tree in the courtyard. They then attempt to force me to admit that I'm working for the mafia. I can only gnash my teeth together stubbornly, refusing to yield no matter what. What they don't know is that the scar is a medal from my time in a peacekeeping war as a soldier!

“You are playing with fire, Alyssa,” he warned. “I’m trying not to lose control.” The emotions were roiling inside of her, building to something far greater than anything she’d experienced with any other man. Sometimes we run away from the one person we should be running to... *** From USA Today bestselling author and the author of Billionaire’s Secret Baby, comes a brand-new suspenseful romance about a socialite falling in love with the man ordered to protect her. With one hell of a twist, this steamy romance is a must read! Agent Scott Tabor was as sexy walking away as he was coming toward you. You know the kind of attractive that makes your mouth dry, and your palms sweat before you ever speak to the man? Yeah… that’s my reality. But let’s back up a second. It all started a few weeks after my parents died in a freak accident. While I was trying to grieve, my long-lost uncle came into the picture. At first, I thought Uncle Frank was trying to make an effort—until I came home to a nightmare. Forced to abandon my apartment, I turned to my lawyer and old boyfriend, Nate Livingston. Only his very pregnant wife wasn’t too happy with me hanging around. And who could blame her? Meanwhile, Uncle Frank was doing everything in his power to make my life a living hell. Enter Scott Tabor, FBI agent extraordinaire and my new roommate. I’m sure we can keep everything platonic. After all, we are both adults. Adults with wants, needs, and dare I say, an insane attraction for each other?

I caught my fiancé, Nico Falcone, in bed with my own cousin, Bianca Rossi. Right before our wedding. When I confronted him, he just called the whole thing off and ran me out of New York. I didn’t see him again for five years. Then came the charity gala for the New York Families. There he was. Nico. He pulled me aside, saying he felt bad for the state I was in. He offered to make me his mistress. I told him to go to hell. He got ugly. The whole room was laughing. Whispering how an outcast like me had no business showing my face in New York. I clenched my fists, the sound of their mockery ringing in my ears. Just then, the entire ballroom went dead silent. Every head bowed in respect. Don Lucas, the most feared man in New York, was walking slowly toward us. He stopped right in front of me. With the whole room watching, he dropped to one knee. He took my hand—the one Nico had squeezed red—and kissed it. His voice was dangerously low. “Who hurt my future wife?”

His smoldering golden gaze struck sparks from hers. “I wanted you the first time I saw you nearly three years ago. Now I want you even more.” “Me too... I've been waiting for this for so long… Three years might seem an eternity sometimes. Touch me, Diego. Please,” she mumbled shakily. “I will, 'cariño'… And I won’t stop. Not until you beg me to.” "Then... Don’t you ever stop…” she whispered urgently, shifting her hips in a restive movement against the sheet, wildly, wickedly conscious of the growing ache at the very heart of her. “Never…” "Is this a promise?" "A certainty." For sexy, mysterious Mexican aristocrat Diego Francisco Martinez del Río, Duque de Altamira, Jacqueline Maxwell was a gypsy, a weirdo living in awful conditions. And she was raising his orphaned baby niece in… a trailer! So unacceptable! Since she wasn’t giving up on little Azura, and his niece was very fond of her aunt, Diego offered to marry Jacqueline and raise the little girl together. Yes, she was poor but she was a real beauty, and with a little help, Jacqueline might become a perfect wife for a Duque. Graceful, beautiful... delightful, even. Jacqueline Maxwell knew Diego and his kind all too well. He was as stunning and charming as the devil himself, but twice as ruthless and heartless. He was just a playboy interested in one thing and one thing only. And it had nothing to do with little Azura. Still, accepting his proposal of a marriage of convenience might be the end to all her worries regarding the little girl left in her care by Alyssa, her sister...

Due to my mother's last wish, I kept my identity hidden and mated the son of my father's friend, Alpha Xavier, who I grew to love after our union. The night of our wedding, war broke out. My Alpha left me for the battlefront. Before he left, he asked me to wait for him, promising that when he returned, he would spend the rest of his life with me. He only loved me. While I waited for him to come home, I took care of the Pack. I did a very good job and earned the love of everyone in the Pack. I am Luna. A year later, the war ended, and my Mate won the war. He came back with a woman and said she was his true mate. They had already completed the mating ritual and marked each other for life. Bianca is known for the best warrior on the battlefield. She says she doesn't want to be stuck in the pack like Luna, the housewife. Xavier used his accomplishments on the battlefield to trade with Alpha King for a special reward, the Luna Duet, and we two Lunas are equal. Fuck this ridiculous Luna Duet, May the best Luna win.