Novel & Cerita Bianca D'alessio Father

Nolan asked, his tone flat, his gaze fixed on Ryan. “Well... he is my father's son,” I explained smoothly, letting the words hang heavily in the air. “No! No, He’s not my son — this is a misunderstanding!” Bryce’s voice cut in sharply. He came sprinting out of the hallway, Maura trailing closely behind him. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing out loud. Unbelievable. Maura and Ryan could finally see Bryce's true, cowardly colors. The man hadn't even wasted a single second before completely denouncing his precious male heir. He was so thoroughly terrified of getting into trouble for disrespecting a member of the royal family that he threw his own blood to the wolves.

"This was supposed to be a win-win. Bianca gets her dying wish, and you get to keep your position as the Underboss's wife without the burden of pregnancy. I really don't understand what you're so upset about." "That ambush two years ago, if Bianca hadn't pushed me, that bullet would have hit my head, not my shoulder." "Her father died for the family when she was a child, and now she's been diagnosed with a terminal illness. She won't last more than a few months. When she's gone, there won't be a single person left in this world to remember her." "You're both women. Can't you have a little empathy? Why are you so set against her? Or do you really see me as the kind of man who can't keep it in

“They wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t. Don Bianci – my grandfather – he hasn’t sent anyone to check on dad since mom died. We must seriously be in hot water if he’s sending Natalia and Alessi here together.” “Oh,” I say, my eyes going wide. Don Bianci – finally I have a name to put to Alessi’s father and Natalia’s boss. I had gleaned, through our conversations the past day, that he’s an incredibly wealthy and powerful boss in Italy – and Kent’s father-in-law. If he’s getting upset with Kent…

Then Roman gestured toward Alessio. “My son.” My stomach twisted violently. Alessio stepped forward calmly. Tonight he wore a perfectly tailored black suit that somehow made him look even more intimidating. More powerful. More terrifyingly attractive. His gray eyes found mine again briefly before shifting toward Bianca. Completely unreadable. “This is my daughter Bianca,” my father announced proudly. Bianca forced a nervous smile. For one horrible second, nobody spoke. Because I knew. Alessio knew. And somehow standing there pretending we were strangers felt impossible.

I shook my head, “He’s just a friend dad, he’s helping me get away from all the Steve drama and the Darren drama.” He looked over to the kids, “You know I love you to death right kiddo, but I feel like I need to say this. You need to settle down, you’ve got 3 kids, 2 are biologically yours and they all have different fathers. You don’t get help with any of them, I’m telling you Ian is a real man, he won’t act up like those boys did. I thought when you met Steve you would settle down but it was always rocky. He needs to grow the fuck up that kid.”

And a secret funeral happened. Donte confessed everything to him,starting from the day they came to a province in Phillippines and found Axel's father. Until the time they came to Manila and took Axel from the slums. Everything was Giovann's plan and tactic because his father had rejected coming back to Italy.He also told him about the life of his own father and how he is innocent from the plans of Giovann to make him as the mafia's successor. Pain and betrayal filled Axel's chest, it was excruciating like a stab in his wounded heart.He thought he doesn't want anything to do with the truth about his father's existence but he couldn't resist the attempt to visit the Phillippines after his bus

Alessandro said then showed Dad the picture of the bloody knife. "She stabbed my daughter after knowing she was healing from just being stabbed." Dad growled as he stood up from his chair. "I figured I was show you before we go to my office and Luca already went over to the Rossi Residence." Alessandro said making Dad nod his head then look at me and walked over to me, stood in front of me. He brought his hand up to my cheek and used the pad of his thumb to caress my cheek. "Knowing Luca he's in a state of mind that going to Alessandro's office is a good idea." Dad said and I nodded my head.

She gestured toward the estate behind them. “The money. Your father's business. Everything.” Alessandro looked toward the mansion. For once, his smile disappeared. “Every day.” Bianca turned toward him. “Then why don't you?” “Because it's not that simple.” “Why?” He shrugged. “I'm a De Luca.” “That isn't an answer.” “It is in my family.” She looked at him carefully. “What do you want?” Alessandro thought about it. Then smiled. “You.” Bianca's expression softened.

His voice rang through the kitchen, even without putting the phone on speaker, it was easy to hear him but I clicked the button regardless so we could all hear. “There’s a hit on Beatrice,” I said coldly. “Who ordered it?” “Alessio,” my father said with a sigh. “She’s gone against orders.” “YOU ORDERED IT?” My voice rang through the room with fury and rage. “YOU FUCKING PROMISED.” “Alessio, you know that was before I found out that you wanted to fuck her, and you were fucking those Bianchi bastards.” “What are you talking about?” I tried to play dumb, buying myself time as I glanced warily at David, then Devon and they matched my concerned expressions.

" I smiled at her, and Alessandro pulled out my chair for me to sit down; I took a quick glance at Alessandro's father, and he gave me a subtle wink. Shit! I ignored his wink. Alessandro sat down in the seat next to me placing his hand on top of mine for reassurance. "Cassandra, this is my mother, Bianca," He spoke, and she leaned her hand out for mine across the table. "Nice to meet you, dear," She spoke in her Italian accent. She was a beautiful woman, I don't get why her husband constantly cheated on her. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your fiancee, my son?" Alessandro's father spoke up, taking a sip of the whiskey he had in his glass.