Novel & Cerita Bianca And Nico Di Angelo

Nico was stunned at first, then his face turned contemptuous. “Lena, stop messing around! Who do you think you are? What right do you have to announce personnel decisions for the Luciano family?” He turned to the guests and explained, “Lena is still angry with me. This is just a little game between husband and wife.” However, Nico’s confidants at the banquet began receiving official dismissal notices from the family headquarters. Nico had always been certain that the Luciano family’s M&A financing project with the Gambino family was secure.

"Dario is in a bad way." I was quiet for a few seconds. "He has Bianca." He let out a heavy sigh. "You weren't there. There was no one to portion out his medicine. Bianca volunteered — she followed the dosage straight from the textbook. It was wrong. He smashed every framed photograph in the study. Walked barefoot across the glass. Blood everywhere. Bianca tried to help him up. He wouldn't let her near him." I said nothing.

Once, I had poured my entire soul into making this cold fortress feel like a home. The vintage medical diagrams I had framed myself, the rare botanical specimens I had painstakingly nurtured on the sunlit terrace, the handcrafted espresso cups from Florence. Everything was still perfectly in place. Yet, my personal essence had been completely erased. It was as if I had already become a ghost under his roof. Right then, my encrypted phone buzzed with a notification. It was a text from Dominic. 【Aria, I’m sorry. Tonight’s dinner is canceled.】 【Bianca’s vehicle was targeted by a rogue faction's drive-by shooting right outside the Valentino Enterprises skyscraper. She wasn't hit, but she severel

The sound echoed deep inside. When the door opened, Nico stood there. He was wearing a plain black shirt and black trousers, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His forearms were defined, veins visible under tanned skin. His eyes swept over her from head to toe, slow and unapologetic, stopping at her face. “You came back,” he said. “I kept my word.” She walked past him as soon as the gap was wide enough, stepping into the familiar space. She stopped in the middle of the room, turning to face him. “And you kept yours. The payment went through. The surgery is confirmed.”

Trying to make up for earlier? I scoffed, as I threw the stuff forward, not caring in the slightest as it hit the mirror, forming a crack on it. ******* ANGELO; "It's all over the town. Your fallout with Mario's empire, not to speak of the Bianchi Syndicate. I heard the little brat is teaming up with them to get back at you. And you know what that means?" I was sat in the living room of the house, with Dok Massimo, former head of the Morano’s Empire, and rival of my father’s Mafia Gang. The man who had taken me in when I was but a lost grieving boy on the streets.

Six years ago, when the Berlandi family accused Nico Valenti of leaking their financial records, I found the evidence that proved him innocent. When they still refused to take him back, I mortgaged my mother's restaurant and put everything I owned on the line for him. With my backing, Nico eventually became the person in charge of Saint Vito Port. He promised that at this year's council meeting, he would openly introduce me as his wife. But that night, I was stranded at Blackwater Docks. I called Nico for help twelve times. He never came. Instead, he was at the council giving my pin to my best friend, Bianca Rossi, and letting her take my seat as his wife. When Bianca finally answered my cal

Not to mention… My boss. I can’t even keep myself from shooting Jameson a quizzical look. He lets out a low groan that keeps me in the state of arousal I’ve been in all afternoon, due to his close proximity and heat, his occasional breaths on my neck. Rescuing me, he tells Marco in a casual tone, “Regrettably, Nikki will be attending a charity event.” I refrain from sucking in a breath at his dominating attitude. I’d expect him to merely provide the excuse of there being an event on my calendar. Not make apologies for me.

But Nico was beyond reason. He reached the altar and tried to grab me. "We can still have a chance!" he said, frantic. "I have the divorce papers! Bianca already signed them!" "Nico!" A shrill female voice came from the entrance. Everyone turned again. Bianca burst in, a wedding dress trailing behind her, her makeup a ruin. She looked even crazier than Nico. "You bastard!" She launched herself at Nico, clawing at his clothes. "You think I didn't know?"

"All I know is that Matteo gives me everything I want. Power, status, money. Can you give me that?" "You're going to regret this," Nico seethed. "No, I won't," Bianca said, lifting her chin arrogantly. "I'm much smarter than Viviana. I know how to keep a man." Just then, a black Cadillac pulled up to the curb. Matteo got out. His face darkened when he saw Nico. "What's going on here?" "Nothing." Bianca's face changed instantly. She looked hurt. "This man has been harassing me."

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You