Bianca And Nico Di Angelo Novels & Stories

"I'll leave, I promise." It was better this way. I'd done enough damage. A slow smile crept across her face, but it didn’t reach her slithered, siren eyes. “And stay away from my man,” she added coldly. Two heavy thumps in my chest. “What... what man?” Bianca’s eyes glinted as she looked me up and down. Then, she leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. “Angelo mio,” she whispered. She giggled like a maniac, startling me and walked away like she hadn’t just said the sickest thing.

Gordon asked after he started the engine. Marco watched his assistant maneuver the car. His thoughts go back to what he and Nico Bernardi discussed in the latter’s office. “Why cling to the girl, Bonacci? She was just a girl.” Nico Bernadi taunted when he offered to buy Kara Baxter. H*ck! The man had just refused a staggering three hundred million dollars for a nobody. Marco did not expect that Nico Bernardi was proving to be a tough cookie. The latter won’t budge. Marco watched as Nico leaned back in his seat.

” Get the lady in the backseat out and put her in the guestroom on the second floor “, he instructed while loosening the noose of his tie and making his way to the large door of his villa. Bianca yawns, rubbing her eyes repeatedly till she woke up,” it’s so soft and comfy here” she said while immersing herself deeper into the soft feather pillows.” You’re finally up miss”, a housekeeper said as she entered the room with a glass of water and medication.”Where am I ?”Bianca asks .” This is Mr.Damian Rivers’ villa”, the housekeeper replied.”Who’s that?”Bianca asked. The housekeeper looked at her with a surprised expression on her face, then she replied,” He is the Manager of the Windcracker gro

Oh God, please… I bite the inside of my cheek until I taste blood, my heart pounding so violently I'm certain everyone at the table can hear it. "Luca, this is Bianca Rossi," Marco says, his voice cutting through the ringing in my ears. "My fiancée." I force a shaky smile, trying to rise, but I can't feel my legs. No. I can't feel my entire body. Luca steps closer, his heavy footsteps vibrating through the floor. Instead of offering a hand, he leans down over my shoulder. Before I can register what he's doing, his lips brush against my cheek. I freeze.

"Then I'll send one back. Written in blood." I rose from my chair, the scrape of wood against marble echoing through the room. My hand gripped the edge of the desk as I stared at the screen showing the captured hitman, alive but not for long. Nicolas's jaw tightened. "We tracked his movements. He was fast planned to be out of the city within the hour. Professional. But our men have him now. He won't talk, though. Trained, probably South African ties. Definitely hired." "Anyone who tries to hurt my daughter doesn't get to talk," I said flatly.

I accidently blurted out and they both looked at me. “You’re dating someone?” James asked “You sneak” Tattia said “no… wait… I didn’t mean..” I didn’t continue because the door opened and Dante walked in with Antonio and Gio behind him. In the past few weeks I’ve come to realize that Dante, Gio and Antonio were basically Kian, well what I knew of him. Antonio was a master manipulator I saw him work his magic on Serena and Gio was just evil if he wanted to be and Dante, well he didn’t really show much. I made it my mission to try and get a read on all of them.

he said carefully, “it seems your fiancé is not a man to be crossed.” Bianca let her lips curve into a small, lethal smile. “No,” she said softly, “he is not. And neither am I.” The Don blinked, startled, then inclined his head and retreated. Bianca didn’t miss the way Matteo watched her from across the room. Pride glinted in his gaze, mixed with something darker, something possessive. By the end of the night, guests weren’t whispering about the assassination attempt, they were whispering about Bianca Ricci Romano, the woman who turned blood on the floor into a declaration of power.

he questioned himself. Just as he was still thinking of that, Sabrina entered. She walked up to his table and sat on the couch, striking a sexual pose. Don looked at her but ignored her entrance. “Something seems to make you happy,” she began. “Is it possibly related to me?” The boss looked at her, but said nothing. “Is it Julia?” she asked again. This time he let out a slight smile, making Sabrina grit her teeth. Giulia Bianchi! She yelled furiously in her head.

And then there were Damian's family, his uncle and his two sisters. His sister, Angela, was the first one to speak. "So, this is the famous Bianca," she said, a knowing smile on her face. She looked beautiful with her long dark hair, and her green eyes. She was the spitting image of her mother, from what I had seen in the pictures. "It's so good to finally meet you," I said, a genuine smile on my face. "Damian has told me so much about you." "Only good things, I hope," she said, a playful glint in her eyes.

Someone I had almost acknowledged as my rival. Dante wasn't ordinary. And art couldn't be rushed. The build-up was everything. The anticipation, like foreplay. To kill without the rise and fall, without the tremor of fear—it wasn't art. It was vandalism. It was brutish. Yet even I hadn't expected Bianca to be caught in that crash. That had been an accident of bad luck. But what did matter was the fact that she planned on leaving the city tomorrow. If she slipped away, then so would my leverage.