Bianca Bustamante And Lando Norris の小説・ストーリー

“Does anyone hear that? Bianca exclaims, finally breaking the awkward atmosphere. A triumphant smile stretches across her face as she squeezes Lance's hand, likely savoring every moment while Adrianna stares wide-eyed at Lance, searching for any sign of his reaction. “You can leave now, Ramon,” Bianca instructs him, then faces Adrianna, trying so hard to hide her smug smile. “I feel overwhelmed,” Bianca exclaims, a triumphant smile stretching across her face as she squeezes Lance's hand.

It was a woman. Blonde. Elegant. Cold as glass. Amara opened the door a crack. “Yes?” The woman smiled thinly. “You must be the American.” “And you are?” “Bianca Romano,” she said. “Luca's fiancée.” Amara blinked. Laughed. Once, disbelieving. “You've got the wrong apartment.” “No,” Bianca said sweetly. “I have the wrong timing.” She pushed past before Amara could stop her. Heels clicking on marble, she walked in like she belonged there. Her dress was designer, her perfume sharp enough to draw blood.

However, before Nolan could reach Alessia, a figure appeared out of nowhere, standing in front of him. Bianca, in high heels, lifted her chin arrogantly, her eyes contemptuous. "Nolan, who do you want to kill?" Seeing Bianca, Nolan immediately stopped. Bianca was the young lady of the Carter family and also the sister of the cold-blooded king, Dominic Carter. Nolan didn't want to provoke her. Nolan's eyes flickered and he lowered his posture. "Bianca, this is a personal grievance between me and this bitch. Please step aside."

Luna Jasmine grumbled as she checked her phone. Luna Bella sighed. "He may not be coming. Let's proceed." "Proceed?" a familiar voice echoed through the room. "Without me? There wouldn't be a perfect family dinner without me." Ryan. I slowly turned toward the entrance. He walked inside wearing an expensive tailored suit, looking every bit as confident as ever. Clinging tightly to his arm was Bianca. She wore an extravagant red feathered gown that immediately drew attention, while bold red lipstick completed the dramatic look.

Lorenzo did not return the money within twenty-four hours. Late that night, Bianca sent me a contact request. The moment I accepted it, several photographs appeared. In the first, she sat beside Lorenzo in the blue dress. The second showed two glasses of whiskey with the Vassari family’s Donna ring between them. Beneath the last photograph, she had written: Lorenzo says he’ll announce the latest scores tomorrow night. Guess whose hand the ring will end up on?

The hours that Antonio Costello wasted trying to dismantle my lies while he beat every inch of my body were well spent, he might not have given me all his brilliant mind, but he had trained me with his ability to act with all mannerisms and all stance that not even a man like Sartori can read anything but a carefree man. I waited for him to start talking without stopping my movements. — Son, I have important news for you – I stopped with the dress shirt in my hand and turned to him — Bianca was killed.

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.

“Logan! please! Let me handle this. Don’t hurt him anymore, please.” “Oh, we plan to.” Daniel cut in. “But first, I, Daniel Morris, beta of Dark Moon pack, reject you, Lillie Rome, as my mate. And frankly, I wish to never see your face again.” I did not see that coming. More tears rushed down her cheeks as she lowered her gaze. “I, Lillie Rome, accept your rejection.” Darwin took one step further. “I, Darwin Morris, gamma of Dark Moon pack, reject you, Lillie Rome, as my mate.”

“You didn’t show it.” She looked at him. “Do you think we’ll ever be normal?” Amaro hesitated. “I don’t know what normal is anymore.” Lucia leaned into him. “Then let’s redefine it.” — That night, Bianca met with a contact from Interpol. The folder she received was thicker than expected. She opened it slowly. Inside were photos of Il Monaco—meeting with diplomats, arms dealers, intelligence officers. But one photo made her blood run cold. Lucia.

Bianca sat upright at the table, with her newly purchased ring light stands for live streaming on the table, practicing the yoga outfit's advertisement script on her phone seriously. So many unbelievable things had happened these days, the girl stranded in a foreign country, the involuntary Lucas, all made Bianca reflect deeply. Even the troublemaker Maddy seemed to have a lot of stories. And of course, there's Frost who stubbornly referred to himself as "fiancé"! Frost...Bianca thought of these three words and fell into meditation. From the first time she met him in Thailand to today, when he forcefully asked her for "help", this person was simply put in two words: barbaric!