Bianca And Nico Di Angelo 소설 & 이야기

I clicked the number Justina sent me and dialed it. “Hello” “Hi this is – “Ah, you don’t have to tell me, I know it Ginevra Bianchi a citizen of Italy born in the city of Rome, age eighteen, is currently wanted in America and wanted dead by the American Mafia family, I also know that you’re currently in New– “I get you’re a hacker but I already know this information about myself” I responded annoyed at her and picked my nails waiting for her to quit spilling information I already knew. Like, tell me something about myself that I didn’t know!

NICO’s POV With eyes wide with realization, the auctioneer declares, "Sold!" in a voice that trembles a little. “To the Mafia King, Nico Demonio!” My piercing blue eyes are fixed on Carissa Ferraro, the younger sister of my ex-best friend. I realize I just won the bid and I feel triumphant. In that skimpy dress that accentuates her lovely curves, she looks stunning. Her creamy thighs and shapely legs are calling on me to widen them apart and do unimaginable things. I can't help but be amazed at how she's grown into such a beautiful woman.

Bianca’s eyes flew open in surprise from the sensation as she tried to scoot away but I held her put. “ Fuck her hole.. with your tongue bitch.” “ Jesus…mhmm ahhh.” She moaned, her eyes rolling to the side. There was a knock, we didn't stop in what we were doing instead I slammed into her harder then a voice rang out. “ Bianca.. are you there?” Gideon.

Alpha Lorenzo Bianchi - POV “This way, sir,” the bartender instructed as I downed my glass of scotch in one go. I felt the warmth spread through me. I glanced at the dance floor and realized Gabriel wasn’t there anymore, so I pulled out my phone and texted him before following the bartender. We walked down a dimly lit hallway, and my heart raced with anticipation and unease. After what felt like an eternity, he came to a stop in front of a closed door. He took out a set of keys from his pocket and opened the door, stepping inside while I followed him.

Angela's expression darkened. Who's she? Why is she addressing you so intimately? Bianca's lips curled into a confident smile, clearly unfazed. Hi, Miss Kelly. I'm his girlfriend. You might not have seen me before, but I'm sure you've heard of me. Bianca North, the most beautiful woman among the elites in California. Theo's mouth twitched, his amusement barely contained. Angela's eyes widened, disbelief flashing across her face before it twisted into disdain. The most beautiful woman? Sorry, I've never heard that. But I have heard about the recent antics of Bianca North from the North family.

It was on one of those afternoons that Bianca was brought to the estate. She had lost so much weight that her expensive clothes hung off her body. Her once-proud blond hair was tied back carelessly, and dark circles bruised the skin under her eyes. The moment she saw me, she dropped to her knees. "Miss Castellano, please let me go. Let me end the marriage with Luca." I sat in a greenhouse chair with Mia asleep in my arms. I didn't even lift my eyes at first.

I'm just hoping no one notices. "This again?" Niko's eyes flick up to my own. Mischievousness plays in his irises, warning me of his mood. Holding his gaze, I silently begged him to play fair, but he only smirked, turning around dramatically. His arm flew around my waist to pull me close. I'm plastered to the side of his body now as we both stare at Franko, who's gritting his teeth and fisting his hands. "Did you not get the message earlier? Bianca is my fiancé. Soon to be my wife. You have no hold on her. So do us all a favour and back the fuck off," Niko spits angrily.

I'm just hoping no one notices. "This again?" Niko's eyes flick up to my own. Mischievousness plays in his irises, warning me of his mood. Holding his gaze, I silently begged him to play fair, but he only smirked, turning around dramatically. His arm flew around my waist to pull me close. I'm plastered to the side of his body now as we both stare at Franko, who's gritting his teeth and fisting his hands. "Did you not get the message earlier? Bianca is my fiancé. Soon to be my wife. You have no hold on her. So do us all a favour and back the fuck off," Niko spits angrily.

Angela approached me and crouched over, speaking in a voice that only the both of us could hear. "Nico is the lovechild of my relationship with Luca. We've been together far longer than you can ever imagine." I felt a sledgehammer smashing right into my chest at her words, but I didn't let it show on my face. "You're exactly like your mother," she chuckled lightly. "You're both useless bitches who can't even hold on to their own husbands." I looked at her with determination and said, "So what? You want to be the next Mrs. Bernardi? It's just a title. I can just give it to you if you want it."

"I saw you go into the Red Room with him and I saw what you looked like when you came out. Messy, flushed and pathetic." My blood turned cold. "You don't know what happened," I said, my voice shaking. "I know Nico," Bianca hissed. "I've known him since we were five years old, I know how he breaks things and he doesn’t keep pets for long." She leaned back, looking me up and down with a disdainful sneer. "You think you’re special because he touched you? Because he gave you a necklace?" Bianca shook her head. "He’s just using you to hurt your father. Once the money is recovered, you’ll be tossed aside, and do you know who will be standing next to him at the altar one day?"