Bianca Bustamante And Lando Norris Mga Nobela at Kwento

Inside were photographs, transaction ledgers, and documents stamped with the name Valerius Noir. And under it, a check signed by Bianca Renault. Her blood turned electric. “Bianca funded the entire operation,” she said, jaw clenched. “She wasn’t just Alec’s ex. She’s Juliette’s partner.” Jordan whistled. “Damn.” She spun to face him. “Get me Luca. And tell Alec I want eyes on Bianca within the hour.” ⸻ Back at the penthouse… Alec Blackwell leaned against the glass railing of their suite’s balcony, jaw tight as smoke curled from the end of his cigarette. He hadn’t smoked in months, but tonight, his past clung to his skin like ash.

Clara exhaled quietly, realizing the conversation wasn’t going anywhere. So she stopped trying. Eventually they circled back toward the lounge railing. Fallon and Elara were still there. Fallon noticed them first. “Tour finished?” she asked casually. Clara smiled. “More or less.” She turned slightly. “Victor, this is Fallon.” Victor gave a brief nod. Fallon returned it with a relaxed “Hey.” Then Clara turned toward Elara. “And this is Elara.” Elara had been leaning against the railing. She straightened slightly, setting her glass down before offering her hand politely.

Bianca made to stand up to curtsey, but my mate was quick to stop her. "Just Rori and please, you do not curtsey to me Bianca." she added a finality to her voice. "Thank you, Luna." she replied. "I mean Rori." She quickly corrected herself. "It's lovely to meet you, Bianca." Rori gushed as she looked at the pink swaddled bundle in Bianca's arms. "Well, as you are the future Gamma couple. We have to stick together, right?" She added warmly as Bianca relaxed.

He had managed to keep the major secrets of his life out of the public, letting Gabe and Leo have the spotlight. Model turned actress, Anastasia Nichols and billionaire Sebastian Belrose were thought to be an item last year, but have since been seen with other people. A picture of Bastian and the most beautiful woman I had ever seen filled my screen. The two of them were obviously on a date at some sort of fancy restaurant. She had on the most amazing, form-fitting, red dress and her hand was resting on his arm. The picture had him caught in mid-laugh from whatever clever thing the stunning woman had to say.

Bianca paced inside the private lounge at the ball venue, her fingers tapping against the table impatiently. The anticipation coursing through her veins was almost intoxicating. Tonight would be the end of Serena Winthrop. When her phone vibrated, she grabbed it instantly, answering without hesitation. “It’s done,” Mr. Carter’s voice came through the line. A slow, wicked grin spread across Bianca’s face. She leaned against the mirror and admired her reflection, tilting her head slightly. “Perfect.”

She could almost forget the darkness that lurked beyond these walls. Almost. A gentle hand on her elbow made her turn. Bianca stood there, her icy blond hair piled high, a practiced smile on her lips. “Elana, so glad you could join us.” She tilted her head. “I assume you’ll be representing our family’s charitable interests tonight?” Elana forced a smile that masked the tension stringing through her shoulders. “Of course. It’s important to show unity, especially now.” Bianca’s eyes flicked to Luca across the room, where he laughed at a joke someone whispered in his ear. “Unity is everything,” she agreed softly. “I can introduce you to Lady Caruso—she’s very interested in vineyard investments.

Landon snapped his fingers in front of their faces. They both shook their gaze away and everyone chuckled. “This here is Kendrick Daniels, my Gamma,” Landon said, pointing at him. He gave me Timothee Chalamet vibes but with light brown hair, blue eyes, way taller, and a lean body. I shook his hand and felt him shiver from the contact.