Bianca And Nico Di Angelo Mga Nobela at Kwento

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

I stopped short, half-hidden by the curve of a column, my breath caught as I watched. Nico was the first to notice her. His eyes lifted slowly from his drink, lashes hooding the sharpness of his gaze. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. The weight of his stare alone should’ve been enough to crush her. But Bianca—either blind or stubborn—kept talking. She leaned closer, laughing softly at something that wasn’t funny, her hand grazing the edge of the table like she was trying to weave herself into their space. My seat sat empty, and she looked as though she were about to claim it.

She saw a slight cut and red line on her palm. "Alessandro, I was cooking for you and the knife cut my palm." She hissed in pain. His dark gaze swept over Bianca's face, "Nico," He said in his harsh voice. He glared at him as Nico rushed in. "I tried to stop her, boss." Nico's head was bowed. She didn't realize but his smirk was only for her. She placed a soft kiss on his back as she leaned forward. His body relaxed. He gestured with his index finger at Nico to take Bianca out. Nico grasped her wrist and hauled her out of the room while Bianca kept struggling.

“Angelo shouldn’t have died.” He looked shaken. I had never seen him like this before. He grabbed my shoulders and looked at me with desperation in his eyes. “You know what this means. Angelo is dead. Nico will become the head of the Bellini family, and that asshole won’t be easy to convince lending us more money. We’re already drowning in debt. If that drug fails, we’ll be under the Bellinis’ thumb.” His hands slipped from my shoulders.

Nicki scoffed, folding her arms under her breast. “ Don't push your luck.” He leaned closer toward her and whispered into her ear. “ And if I do?” Nicki also whispered back into his ear. “ You won't survive it.” “ You can try it.” She smirked at him. He was even more handsome than he was the previous night. Dressed in black jean trousers and shirt, with a Burberry wrist watch which could probably cost a fortune and Berluti sneakers. He was an epitome of divine beauty, with two piercings at each side of his eyebrows.

I know about her being bisexual already but she prefers men better. So as Blue warned me to, I stayed away from Nicole, dancing with us. But after I am tired, I go to the restroom and stay there because the place is silent. And I am glad about the cleanliness, too. But to my misfortune, a very unexpected person came to meet me. "Dante?" I did not expect him to be here. I did not even find him here, dancing on the floor or at least drinking with his girlfriend. Was he hidden all the time? Whatever! I seriously do not care now. But I am surely surprised to find him here.

he exclaims and runs toward Nero. I get up and watch the two of them, my heart exploding with happiness. Nero winks at me before picking Nereo up and turning him upside down over his shoulder before walking away. Nereo is squealing with happiness and telling Nero to put him down, but we can both tell he doesn’t mean it at all.

" I bit my lip and didn't say a single word. Uncle Marco pulled out a folder from the inner pocket of his coat and handed it to me. I flipped open the folder and realized that it was a copy of an interrogation record. Bianca had personally confessed that she had been in cahoots with the Genovese family for a long time. They ordered her to get close to Dante, and her goal was to cause a rift in my relationship with him. She intentionally caused misunderstandings between Dante and me, fanning the flames of his disdain for me. At the same time, she also secretly fed information to the Genovese family.

he demanded. An even stronger electric current hit my brain as a blood-curdling scream tore out of my throat. The massive projection screen flickered to life all over again. In my memory, Caterina had deliberately spilled red wine over her dress, weeping as she turned to look at Damiano. "Bianca, I was only trying to stand up for you… Why do you hate me so much?" Damiano had frowned and pulled her behind him. The scene cut again. This time, Caterina was wrapping her arm sweetly around mine with a sweet, innocent smile, only to pitch herself backward down the staircase a second later.

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.