Novel & Cerita Bianca And Nico Di Angelo

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.

Enzo sat in the back, pinching the bridge of his nose as though he'd already exhausted his patience for the day. The moment Bianca got in, his gaze found hers. His eyes swept over her face, checking for any sign that something was wrong. "You're late." "I was busy saving my company," Bianca said, pulling the door shut behind her. "Whoa, hold on," the younger man in the front seat suddenly spun around, his eyes wide as he looked at Bianca. "You're the famous Bianca Barley? Man, Enzo didn't do you justice. He talks about you like you're some kind of terrifying, cold-blooded corporate assassin, but you're actually stunning."

The tension between him and Riya was palpable and the tension in the room was so thick it could be cut by a butter knife. When they were out of sight, she stole to where the babies are knelt beside them, cooing like a dove. “You guys take care of yourself, I’m sticking with these angels, and yes, they are sleeping in my bed tonight.” Georgia raised up an eyebrow, “Trust me, you don’t want do that. Especially when there is a life sized Annabelle doll in the mix.” Riya looked at her in confusion, “what do you mean?” “The female,” Anna responded, forking the last bite of pancakes down her throat, “she packs a punch.”