Bianca Bustamante And Lando Norris Novels & Stories

It was one of Boulderfist stiff competition and if it turned out John was right, she would have to tell Nathan. The page loaded and she began scrolling through, inspecting the individuals in the pictures wiki provided. Claire soon got her answer and it made her jaw drop. A photo of Transcorp CEO, Everado Romero. The surname was the same as Bianca's. The woman close to him was what added to the shock. "Adriana Romero, COO of Transcorp." The lady was a splitting image of Bianca except the woman staring g back at the camera in the photo looked more confident.

the cute man said, suddenly standing behind me. “Yes!” Maggie and Rishi yelled at the same time. “I’m Landon by the way.” “Zuri,” I replied, smiling up at his dark eyes. Landon had black curls, looked like he was mixed-race and had really dark brown eyes. He was wearing a tight shirt, that showed off all his muscles and underneath a pair of ripped jeans. He was the opposite of Roman with his blond hair and blue eyes. I handed him my phone and he put his number in. Then he called himself with my phone. ‘Now I have your number too. I’ll text you, Zuri.”

It was her. "It smells like gas in here." Hector's words barely registered as Gio answered his phone, still staring at the picture on the screen. "Bianca?" "I have to make this quick, Gio. I'm rushing back to my car right now. I tried to make a stop at the market. Bad idea. This is getting out of control." Gio clicked on more of the headlines. :HL: Love triangle ploy to boost publicity of Sanchez/Bautista fight. Couple happily back together.

"Well look who we found." Landon's voice. Casual like they were old friends. She turned around slowly. There he was. Arm around the blonde's waist. "Landon!" Noah lit up. "Didn't expect to see you here." "Beach day seemed good. This is Carmen." He squeezed the woman closer. "Carmen, this is my brother Noah. And his fiancée Sienna." Carmen smiled bright. "Nice to meet you! Landon's told me so much about you both."

“I’ve told you before. I’ve seen the patterns. He’s always surrounded by women who are too available. You were defensive, but—that’s okay. You wanted to believe in him. I get it. You wanted stability for Nora.” Bianca’s tears fell again, quieter this time. “I should have listened. I’m sorry I didn’t. I was just trying to keep the peace for Nora and her assistant was a woman called Candy.” She rubbed her wedding ring, a small, painful gesture that made my chest twist. When she said Candy’s name, the air shifted. “Candy?” I repeated, the syllable brittle. Bianca’s nod was small. “Yes. She’s his assistant. And it seems like knows Aria too…People say they’re childhood friends… that she’s a dance

She was busy choosing almost every expensive branded outfit in the store when Adan saw Bianca walk into the store. He raised his eyebrows and approached her…. “Adan, where are you going?” The woman he was with asked but Adan ignored her and called out to Bianca. “Bianca Jones…. It’s been a while,” Adan remarked, a side smirk playing on his lips. They never really interacted when Larisa was married to Ryan since Ryan wasn’t in love with Larisa. Bianca rolled her eyes when she saw the Moonstone City’s manwhore. She looked behind her before turning to look at Adan and asked, “Are you talking to me? I hope not because I’m not interested in conversing with a playboy…”

Liam Foster & Bianca Brown Spotted Arm in Arm at Gala Night’ My thumb hovered over the screen. I didn’t want to click it. But of course, I did. There it was. A picture of Liam—my Liam—grinning like some damn Prince Charming while Bianca Brown clung to his arm in a silk dress that looked like it cost more than my whole office floor. My heart slammed against my chest. Becca turned just in time to see my face fall. “What happened? What—” I shoved the screen toward her.

“I know everything. The charity work in crumbling churches, the shitty little apartments from Rome to Paris—” “Aurora!” A sweet voice cut through the air. Nico and I both turned. My cousin, Bianca Rossi—the one who stole him from me—was walking toward us. She wore a deep navy gown, a river of diamonds sparkling at her throat. Five years of marriage had made her look more polished, but I recognized the flicker of alarm in her eyes. She glided to Nico’s side, linked her arm through his, and gave me a perfect, plastic smile.

Bianca chuckled nervously and I just smiled while taking a sip of the wine and I was in love with the taste of grapes. “Now, the elephant is out of the room. Can we order now? I'm famished.” Giani flipped through the menu and I picked up mine looking through it and I decided to go for something light as I was still stuffed from the breakfast of earlier. After our food was served, the two ladies were super open with me. Bianca was married to a man whose name was Tony Lauder and the surname seemed so familiar and when I recalled that it was the same surname as James’, I wondered if they were related but then it hit me that they could be millions of people with the same surname all over the wor

It was a conquest, suspended between death and a pleasure so sharp it felt like pain. "You're mine, Nora," he said, biting my neck as he came. Ding. The sound of the shop's bell snapped me back to the present. I looked up. A woman was standing in the doorway. Bianca Torrino. She wore a white Valentino dress, a pearl necklace gleaming under the lights. She wasn't here to buy art. I could see it in her eyes. She was here to mark her territory. "So this is Damon's little painter?" she said, looking me up and down like I was a piece of furniture. "I hear you're good at fixing old things."