Bianca Castafiore

Terbunuh di dunia asal, Bianca Isolde Romano terbangun di tubuh seorang wanita bangsawan bernama Isolde von Valmont. Ternyata, ia masuk ke dalam novel pria yang sering dibacakan anak buahnya dulu. Sayang, tidak pernah ada nama Isolde tercatat dalam novel bertema pembalasan dendam itu. Menganggap dirinya adalah pemeran sampingan, iapun berniat hidup nyaman sebagai istri seorang Duke. Namun, kenyataan berkata lain, ketika terungkap bahwa ia adalah wanita pembunuh suaminya sendiri.

El día que se suponía que iba a ser mi boda, la novia no era yo. La ceremonia que había esperado durante cinco años se convirtió en una broma cuando Valentina, mi hermana, caminó por el pasillo de mármol con un vestido de novia blanco. Su brazo estaba entrelazado con el de Luca, el hombre que se suponía que me estaría esperando en el altar. —Lo siento, Bianca —dijo suavemente—. Pero ya no eres la novia hoy. Luego se tocó el estómago; sus ojos brillaban de triunfo. —Estoy embarazada del hijo de Don Romano. Sus palabras detonaron dentro de mi cabeza, y el mundo entero se quedó en silencio. Como si temiera que no le creyera, levantó algo brillante hacia la luz. Una imagen de ultrasonido en blanco y negro. Se leía claramente: [Edad gestacional —12 semanas.] Mis ojos ardieron, las lágrimas escocieron mientras me giraba hacia Luca, buscando desesperadamente cualquier cosa. Una negación, una explicación, o un arrepentimiento. En cambio, él solo suspiró, agotado y resignado. —Bianca, lo siento —dijo con impotencia—. A Valentina no le queda mucho tiempo. Esta boda... era su último deseo. Te lo compensaré —añadió—. Podemos tener otra boda más tarde. Mi padre, Moretti, se paró detrás de él, con la misma expresión severa que había usado toda mi vida. Nunca lo he visto sonreírme, ni siquiera una vez. —Bianca —dijo bruscamente—, tu hermana se está muriendo. Déjala tener esto. Mi hermano asintió sin decir una sola palabra, como si eso fuera suficiente para ser una respuesta sólida. Toda mi vida, la habían elegido a ella, sus lágrimas, sus caprichos y sus necesidades, por encima de las mías. Hoy no era diferente. Algo dentro de mí se rompió silenciosamente. Bien. Si nadie en esta familia se preocupa por mí, me iré.

Am Tag meiner eigenen Hochzeit war ich nicht die Braut. Die Zeremonie, auf die ich fünf Jahre lang gewartet hatte, wurde zur Farce, als Valentina, meine Schwester, den Marmorgang entlangschritt. Sie trug ein weißes Brautkleid. Ihren Arm hatte sie bei Luca eingehakt, dem Mann, der eigentlich am Altar auf mich hätte warten sollen. „Es tut mir leid, Bianca“, sagte sie leise. „Aber heute bist du nicht mehr die Braut.“ Dann legte sie eine Hand auf ihren Bauch, die Augen voller triumphierender Genugtuung. „Ich bin schwanger. Mit dem Kind von Don Romano.“ Ihre Worte explodierten in meinem Kopf. Die Welt um mich herum verstummte. Als hätte sie Angst, ich würde ihr nicht glauben, hob sie etwas Glänzendes ins Licht. Ein schwarz-weißes Ultraschallbild. Darauf war klar zu erkennen: Schwangerschaftsalter – 12 Wochen. Meine Augen brannten vor Tränen, als ich mich zu Luca umdrehte und verzweifelt nach irgendetwas suchte. Nach einem Widerspruch. Einer Erklärung. Reue. Doch er seufzte nur, müde und ergeben. „Bianca, es tut mir leid“, sagte er hilflos. „Valentina hat nicht mehr viel Zeit. Diese Hochzeit… sie ist ihr letzter Wunsch.“ „Ich mache es wieder gut“, fügte er hinzu. „Wir können später eine andere Hochzeit haben.“ Hinter ihm stand mein Vater Moretti. Mit demselben strengen Blick, den er mein ganzes Leben lang getragen hatte. Ich hatte ihn nie für mich lächeln sehen. Nicht ein einziges Mal. „Bianca“, sagte er scharf, „deine Schwester stirbt. Lass ihr das.“ Mein Bruder nickte nur wortlos, als wäre das Antwort genug. Mein ganzes Leben lang hatten sie sich für sie entschieden. Für ihre Tränen, ihre Launen, ihre Bedürfnisse. Nie für meine. Heute war es nicht anders. Etwas in mir zerbrach lautlos. Gut. Wenn sich in dieser Familie niemand um mich schert, dann gehe ich.

Demi adiknya tercinta, Bianca Dawson rela menerima perjodohan dan menikahi pria yang terkenal tampan, rupawan dan dingin seperti es batu yang mengambang di samudera atlantik. Seorang pria bernama Gerald Lagrave. Seorang pria yang telah menaruh hati pada wanita lain. Seorang pria yang sudah bersumpah di malam pertama mereka, bahwa sampai kapan pun, ia tidak akan pernah mencintai Bianca. Ketika dua hati dipaksakan besatu dalam ikrar suci untuk saling mencintai sehidup semati, apakah janji itu dapat terpenuhi ketika hati mereka saling membenci? . . . AYAS.

“Give it” I ordered, gesturing to my mask and lingerie. “Give them to me.” Something playful trotted in his eyes. “Take them” he toyed. I lunged in, and he leaned back, shifting to the side until I collapsed first against the cotton sheets. I turned to look at him, and he towered on top of me, looking down in a way that rolled spikes over my flesh. I could feel the heat from his body, and as if he noticed, he leaned closer. Until his breath steadied over my neck. “Max—” “What?” He said it so innocently. Like he didn't know what he was going. Like he… “You're the one holding my shirt.” I suddenly noticed the silk feel to my hand. My fingers already starting to mindlessly wander over his buttons. Let go. Let go Bianca! Why won't I let go?! “Does that mean I have permission to this?” *** To make earns meet, a struggling college student creates an OnlyFans page with a hidden identity. Her secret pays the bills, keeps her in school, and protects the quiet, invisible life she’s built. Until one message ruins everything. “Hi, Bianca.” Someone knows who she is, behind the mask… and he wants to meet. The culprit, a man that belongs to her best friend. A longing that should be off limits… until it isn't. Caught between a darkness deeper than her wildest imaginations, a desire stronger than the control that slowly slips away, and a truth that could destroy her reputation, Bianca is forced into a dangerous game of control and temptation. Where saying no is never simple, and saying yes could cost her everything.

Le jour qui aurait dû être celui de mon mariage — la mariée n'était pas moi. La cérémonie que j'avais attendue cinq ans est devenue une farce lorsque Valentina, ma sœur, a descendu l'allée de marbre vêtue d'une robe de mariée blanche. Son bras est passé sous celui de Luca — l'homme qui était censé m'attendre à l'autel. « Désolée, Bianca, » a-t-elle murmuré doucement. « Mais aujourd'hui, tu n'es plus la mariée. » Puis elle a touché son ventre, le regard brillant de triomphe. « Je porte l'enfant de Luca. » Ses mots ont explosé dans mon crâne, et le monde entier est devenu silencieux. Comme si elle craignait que je ne la croie pas, elle a levé vers la lumière un objet brillant. Une image échographique en noir et blanc. On y lisait clairement : Âge gestationnel — 12 semaines. Mes yeux se sont embués, la douleur des larmes a percé alors que je me suis tournée vers Luca, cherchant désespérément quelque chose — un déni, une explication, un regret. Mais il n'a fait que soupirer, las et résigné. « Bianca, je suis désolé, » a-t-il dit impuissant. « Valentina n'a plus beaucoup de temps. Ce mariage… c'était son dernier vœu. » « Je te compenserai, » a-t-il ajouté. « Nous pourrons faire un autre mariage plus tard. » Mon père, Moretti, s'est tenu derrière lui, arborant cette sévérité qu'il avait eue toute ma vie. Je ne l'ai jamais vu me sourire, pas même une fois. « Bianca, » a-t-il dit d'un ton tranchant, « Valentina est mourante. Laisse-lui ça. » Mon frère a hoché la tête sans prononcer un seul mot, comme si cela suffisait à être une réponse solide. Toute ma vie, ils l'avaient choisie, elle — ses larmes, ses caprices, ses besoins — plutôt que moi. Aujourd'hui, ça ne faisait pas exception. Quelque chose en moi s'est brisé silencieusement. Très bien. Si personne dans cette famille ne se soucie de moi, je partirai.

Bata pa lamang si Bianca ay pangarap na niyang maging isang madre, kaya naman kahit mayaman ang pamilya nila ay walang nagawa ang mga magulang niya nang magdesisyon siyang pumasok sa kumbento after niya makagraduate ng Business Administration sa college. Ngunit noong gabing iyon bago niya tuluyang tanggapin na nakatadhana na siyang maglingkod sa Diyos buong buhay niya ay niyaya siya ng mga kaibigan niya na icelebrate ang last minute ng kanyang pagiging single, dahil kinabukasan ay magpapakasal na siya kay Lord. Ngunit sa hindi inaasahang pangyayari ay nalasing siya at nakainom siya ng alak na may halong ecstasy. Dinala siya ng mga kaibigan sa isang kuwarto sa itaas ng bar para sana makapagpahinga, pero pinasok siya ng isang estranghero at may nangyari sa kanila. Kahit hindi na malinis ay ipinagpatuloy pa rin ni Sister Bianca ang pagpasok sa kumbento, at pilit kinalimutan ang nangyaring noong gabing iyon. Ngunit makalipas ang dalawang buwan ay nalaman niyang buntis siya. Nanganak siya ng lihim at dinala sa bahay-ampunan ang kanyang anak, pero nalaman niya na inampon ito ng biggest donor nila sa simbahan, ang milyonaryong si Mr. Vaughn Avery. Paano niya ngayon mababawi ang anak niya? Panahon na ba para lumabas siya ng kumbento? Ito na ba ang sign na matagal na niyang hinihingi sa Diyos?

Kiara Maharani bukan tipe wanita yang posesif, namun kali ini suaminya itu benar-benar keterlaluan. Argantara Pratama lebih mementingkan sahabat wanitanya, Bianca. Arga selalu beralasan jika semua ini hanya karena hutang budinya pada Bianca. Dan hanya ialah seseorang yang dimiliki Bianca di dunia ini. "Jika Mas Arga keluar dari rumah ini, aku bersumpah kamu nggak akan pernah melihatku dan Fiola lagi!" Ancam Kiara saat suaminya itu hendak melangkah pergi. "Terserah!" Sahut pria itu sembari terlihat tak peduli dengan ancaman yang ia anggap sebagai omong kosong itu.

I got pregnant by Alessio Moretti—my brother's best friend, and the youngest, most handsome Don in New York. Then his old flame, Bianca, the one who ghosted him, came back. I thought he’d drop me for her. But he just smirked. "She left without a word. There's no going back." My brother, Gianni, was even colder. "She's not a Ricci anymore. My only sister is you." I believed them. For three years, they'd shown me a warmth and love I'd never known. Then a video of my drunk foster father beating me went viral. The world mocked the noble Ricci princess, once tortured like a beggar. I shattered. I ran to find the only two men I trusted. But I stopped cold at their study door, frozen by Bianca's sickly sweet voice. "Gianni, Alessio... leaking that video? Wasn't it too cruel? Marcella's pregnant." My brother's reply was instant. "That's the point. Pregnancy is supposed to soften her. But she's been running around like she owns the place, keeping you out." Alessio just laughed. "Don't worry about Marcella. She can't touch us. And she's too soft-hearted to ever hurt our child." Tears streamed down my face. A sharp pain shot through my heart. He's right. The baby is my treasure. I'd never hurt him. But Alessio... I won't let you control me. I walked away, numb. I booked a flight. I will slip through their fingers, take my baby, and disappear from their world forever.

HER RETURN Mission find daddy for mummy Diana D. Blurb. Have you ever been disappointed by the one whom you put all your trust in, micah jewel is a first-hand witness to betrayal. Micah Jewel thought she had it all—a three-year relationship with her charming boyfriend Nathaniel, a close-knit bond with her younger sister Colette, and dreams of building a future filled with love and stability. But one fateful afternoon shatters that illusion. Micah eventually discovers a secret that cuts deeper than any blade: her sister and boyfriend have been in a hidden relationship. The betrayal is public, humiliating, and complete. Her confrontation with them leaves her emotionally wrecked. Betrayed by her three years boyfriend, also by her sister who was having a secret relationship with her boyfriend, in just one day micah's world came crashing down to her feets as her relationship of three years ended with nothing to show fort. That night, lost and disoriented, she wanders into a bar. There, she meets a man—Nicholas He's quiet, mysterious, and offers no judgment. Both emotionally raw, they share a few drinks and end up in a hotel room. It’s not romance—it’s an escape, a blur of comfort and chaos. In the morning, she left, No name, no contact. Just a memory that won’t fade. Months later, micah left California to Australia pregnant with the baby of an unknown stranger, not just one but two. Three years later, micah comes back but not as Bianca sia, but this time, as Bianca Sia, She's back for just one reason " Revenge," but the kids want something else "daddy". " Are you sure Daddy is here?" "Yes, I overheard mum's conversation with Aunty," "Then, let's find daddy for mummy," Don't miss out!