Bianca And Nico Di Angelo Novels & Stories

And I bet when we were out of this place, she'd bicker with me for actually doing it. "Why did you ask me to dance with you?" "How do you know Nicole?" The both of us asked at the same time. "I don't owe you an explanation but I will answer you nonetheless. I wasn't interested in dancing with anyone so I thought if I danced with you, it'd stop every other person from walking up to me." Bianca almost sounded honest as she said this. Perhaps she was but I couldn't get myself to believe a single word that came out of her mouth.

"That's not what I've heard." "Because you've only heard her side. But I was there, Nicole. I saw what she did to Leonardo. I saw what she did to her ex-boyfriend Marcus. I saw her lie and scheme and destroy everything she touched." Bianca's eyes glistened with what might have been tears, though Nicole couldn't be sure. "I know her better than anyone. And I'm telling you, whatever hold she has on Leonardo, it's not love. It's manipulation." Nicole studied her for a long moment. There was something about Bianca's performance the practiced sadness, the careful word choices, the way she kept glancing at Nicole's face to gauge her reaction that felt off. Calculated. Like an actress delivering a

Nicholas and Bianca stared back at me from the page. The photograph had been taken somewhere along the French Riviera. Bianca stood beside a white railing with the sea behind her, wearing a pale blue dress and enormous sunglasses. Nico’s arm rested around her waist. He wore a white shirt with the sleeves folded to his forearms, and although he wasn’t smiling, the expression on his face appeared softer than the one he showed the rest of the world. The headline stretched above them in elegant gold letters. THE CONTINIS: ITALY’S NEW POWER COUPLE

All the while we were talking, he spoke in Italian, while I replied in English. "What about Bianca? I need to make her pay for almost killing me," I frowned, and Angelo stared at me. "What's wrong?" I mumbled. Angelo hesitated before speaking: "Bianca is dead." My eyes widened in shock. "What?!" I gasped. "How... how is she dead?" "Don Alessio killed her. He was furious about what she did to you, so he killed her without hesitation. She's buried here in the clan, but like an animal," Angelo replied.

I hope that can change with Violetta being in Sofia’s life. I push thoughts of my sister aside for the moment and focus on my current task. Nico has invited me to some clinic that hasn’t even opened up. I look at the name on the door that reads Angel Clinic. I’m intrigued in what Nico is scheming. Nico is a good businessman. His understanding of financial and investments is impressive. The three of us each bring a strength to our trinity. The Italian trinity that is going to make sure we solidify our place in the underworld.

he says as I burrowed my brows in confusion, I had no idea what he was talking about. "It about Bianca, I wish I would had listen to you a few weeks ago. But I trusted too much,for that am very sorry and she will pay for what she have done to your mother and my mate" Nico says. I nobbed at him, I had no words to say. Everyone was quite aware that Bianca was his lover and he trusted her so much, which led to my mother's posioning. I could see the guilt in his eyes and I feel for him. He has trusted Bianca so much and it was clear he didn't imagine she would stap him in the back.

Instead, she was still here—trapped in his world, in his bed, and worst of all, in his hold. Her fingers tightened around the edge of the balcony railing as a low, familiar voice whispered from the shadows behind her. “You look troubled, bella.” Isla stiffened, recognizing the voice immediately. Nico Bianchi. She turned slowly, keeping her expression neutral as she faced the man standing just beyond the shadows. He was tall, lean, and dangerous in a way that was different from Dante. Where Dante was all raw power and control, Nico exuded a smooth, calculated charm that made him just as deadly.

"Shoot your girlfriend you'll get over it. I can't . We have the old you back and have her to thank for that . You haven't lost it at Nicolai since you've been with her and you're happy or you would have shot me." I looked at Angelo and he looked a tad bit embarrassed. " Angelo. What are you doing shooting Nico . Didn't you say he's like a brother . " "Bella I will tell you what I did before Massa. Nico I need time with my girlfriend." Oh snap he just declared again so we are a couple. I love Blue . Nico stood still and responded. "Take all the time you need . " I would have already gone upstairs if I knew where the bedroom was I needed to sleep and recover.

Woken up in the middle of the night by a dead girl walking. She had no idea she was threatening the Don who owned every dock on the Chicago River. “Nico, are you fucking deaf? I said bring two bottles of Ace of Spades. Now!” On the other end of the line, Bianca’s voice was sharp enough to cut glass. I leaned back against the headboard in the penthouse, phone in hand, a cold smirk on my face. “Are you giving me an order?”

“I’m fine.” Niccolò watched me but said nothing. Bianca didn’t seem to need his response. She kept touching him, making small brushes along his shoulder, squeezing his arm lightly, resting her head slightly on his body. Every touch she made felt deliberate and all her hideous smiles were aimed at me like she was trying to challenge me. “Do you remember that night in Milan, Nico?” she continued, turning back to him. “When we got caught in the rain and had to wait in that tiny café until morning? You were so different back then.”