Bianca And Nico Di Angelo Mga Nobela at Kwento

I had come looking for Nico near midnight, uneasy about how long he had been shut away with the harbor's shipping records since I had given him the task, and what I found waiting for me in that room settled far heavier in my chest than I expected. "I found him," Nico said, still hunched over the papers. "The emissary. His name is not Salvi, the way he introduced himself to Isabella. His real name is Bianchi, and his father died in the harbor collapse thirty years ago, the same one Camilla told everyone about tonight." "So he is not working for a rival shipping consortium at all," I said, pulling a chair closer. "He is working out a family grudge against everyone who ever benefited from his f

Nicole demanded after rushing towards Noah. Noah gave her a fleeting glance as if she is not worth his time. "Baby, are you really marrying that thing? She is so annoying" Bianca complained in a sultry voice. Noah leaned closer to Bianca and hid his laughter in her shoulder. Bianca's acting is top notch, and he couldn't stop his laugh. Especially when she mentioned Nicole as 'that thing'. Nicole glared at them with anger. "Noah? I am standing right here. How dare you stand so close to another woman? You bitch, have you no shame?" Nicole snapped at Bianca and tried to hit her. But Noah stopped her and pushed Nicole back with so much force, that Nicole stumbled and was about to fall.

Bianca cracked, her whole body shaking as she broke down sobbing on Evie’s shoulder. I just sat there, waiting for it. Any second now. The yelling, the accusations, the part where Bianca would rip me apart piece by piece until there was nothing left. I was ready for it because if anyone deserved to get torn apart, it was me. “They were holding Bianca and Stefano on more charges,” Niko said, his voice flat as he dropped into the chair across from me. “Apparently, they’ve got witnesses. Evidence. Victims.” I leaned back, rubbing a hand over my face. We were holed up at Niko’s estate, doors locked tight, curtains drawn. Right now, there was no better move. We had to stay together, stay low, and

"Ms. Marino, when should we reschedule? I'll make sure the date is cleared for you." Before I could find my voice, the television in the lobby cut to a breaking news segment. "Antonio Bianco, the newly anointed Don of the Bianco famiglia, was spotted attending a council meeting with his late brother's widow, Rosetta Serra. The matching rings on their left hands have sparked frantic speculation." The screen flashed a photo of Antonio with his arm draped protectively around Rosetta's shoulders, his free hand raised in a sharp gesture to ward off the prying lenses of the paparazzi.

“If you need anything just call me alright?” Mr. Matthews tells Lex as a few servers bring some food and wine inside the room he had rented for Lex and I. “I’m still mad at you.” Lex scoffed and playfully pushed him away “And yet you called for my help getting food and wine for you and Angel.” He winks before turning to face me “Angel, do you mind if I drop your cheque to Benj? I have an impromptu meeting with Damiano Contraldo tonight, hopefully becoming an investor of ours.” He says

ANGELA'S POV :- Why has Noah brought me here? I guess he needs my help to buy jewellery for may be his mother or sister or....may be one of his sluts. Ewww.... Disgusting! If he really has brought me here to select jewellery for one of his mistresses, then trust me I am not letting him go out of this showroom with his balls safe. I will make sure that he realizes what happens when you mess with Angela. I was brought back to reality by the irritating voice of some girl, who looked like she worked in this amazing showroom.

His eyes drifted across the room, catching sight of young Bianca Cruz, the effortlessly seductive young woman who was the partner in the lives of the Mafia dons, Liam O’Grady and Finn St Just. Licking his thick lips, Nico watched Bianca as she moved, gliding across the room, stopping to talk to people, gracious and in command, graceful yet very much in control. Nico smirked. Dangerously sexy, he mused and grunted, squeezing his companion’s arm, making her squeal.

You might not remember it now, but you'll know it when you see it. "Niccolo's birthday is on October 18th. Remember it. "He likes espresso and hates milk. He taps his fingers on the table when he's nervous. "He has a tiny scar at the end of his left eyebrow from a fall when he was three. "He loves you. More than you'll ever know." All of them were about Nico. Bianca's hand began to shake. "It's been three years," she spat through gritted teeth. "We've been together for three years, and he never once treated me like a real fiancée."

“But we have something. A man named Nico—he used to work for Ricci. He wants to talk.” “Why?” I asked. “He says he has information. Claims he knows where Bianca is hiding.” I narrowed my eyes. “And what does he want in return?” “Money. And safety.” Of course. No one in this world gave anything for free. But if Nico knew where Bianca was, he might be the piece I needed to end this. “Set it up,” I said. “I want to see him today.” We met Nico in a small bar outside the city. The place smelled like old beer and stale smoke. He was sitting in a corner booth, head low, eyes shifting nervously. He looked scared, and that was a good sign. People who feared Bianca usually told the truth.

No, obviously it was old. But that somehow made it worse, and Bianca was around me, smiling at me, and calling herself my friend. Who am I kidding, she must have gotten close to me so they can constantly be together without suspicion. I turned onto my side and buried half my face into the pillow, groaning. What if Nico still loved her? I mean, Bianca was beautiful, elegant, rich and a Mafia-heiress. Everything that made sense beside a man like Nico. And me?