Bianca Di Angelo Death Novels & Stories

All the while we were talking, he spoke in Italian, while I replied in English. "What about Bianca? I need to make her pay for almost killing me," I frowned, and Angelo stared at me. "What's wrong?" I mumbled. Angelo hesitated before speaking: "Bianca is dead." My eyes widened in shock. "What?!" I gasped. "How... how is she dead?" "Don Alessio killed her. He was furious about what she did to you, so he killed her without hesitation. She's buried here in the clan, but like an animal," Angelo replied.

"Hey human, since you can see and hear me, then fine. I will introduce myself properly. I am the Angel Sue, as you said just now, I am indeed the Angel of Death, however, I'm not here to take your life, I'm here to replace Cupid who is in charge of finding love for you. So, just tell me what kind of man do you want!" "NO!" the girl screamed hysterically. Not long after, several nurses came and asked what happened. This is troublesome, so I point my hand at them and make time to stop around my client. "You'll definitely find me a terrible partner. Just let Cupid do it." She screamed. "Too bad, I just broke the wings of Cupid who was supposed to find you a mate. So that's fine!" "No, why did y

I look down at my phone to see it's an unknown number. My heart races in my chest, my fingers shaking as I pull the letter open pulling out the white piece. “Welcome back my Bella, did you enjoy your present? She was not that hard to kill, a very naive princess but don't blame me, I needed something to bring you back to the city. Welcome back and see you soon.” I read out to Dominic as he snatches the paper from me. The person who killed Bianca is the same person threatening me, “Bianca… died because of me” I whisper my heart-stopping

"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

Was my father aware of this, or had she been playing both of us all along? Her smile vanished, replaced by an icy expression. “I have nothing to tell you about my sister’s death, so keep your mouth shut, Alessandra.” “Why?” I taunted, a part of me delighted to see her armor crack. “Does it hurt that you suffered for something that you didn't do? That's why you never confronted Leonardo, right? Because deep down, you felt that you deserved it.” Bianca knocked over the table, causing her bag to spill onto the floor as she screamed. Her screams echoed through the empty warehouse, and before I knew it, she whipped out a gun and aimed it at me.

They were crying, holding each other, their bodies shaking with a grief that Alex knew too well. Vincenzo was beside him, his face pale, his hands steady. He'd offered to stay home, to give Alex space, to let him grieve alone. Alex had said no. He needed Vincenzo here. Needed the warmth of him, the steadiness of him, the proof that someone had survived. "She was there," Vincenzo said. His voice was low, meant only for Alex. "Bianca. She was the one who ordered the hit. She was the one who killed him."

Angelo: She’s better. Damiano: Did she tell you what happened? Angelo: My uncle tried to get rid of her. They struggled and went over the side of the balcony. He fell to his death. Damiano: Jesus. Let me know if there’s anything I can do for you. Angelo: Thanks. Big Ricky stops the SUV in front of the mansion, and when we climb out, he says, “I’ll take care of the body and house,” he reminds me. “And I’ll make the payment.”

"What are you waiting for, B? Drink up. We have a long night." Bianca stopped inches from the table. She stared into his eyes, her own pupils blown wide. Her hand shook, the bourbon sloshing against the rim. "You signed the paper, Dante. You took the life that gave me mine." Dante froze. His hand dropped from the map. "Bianca, I told you why. I had to—" "To the man who killed my mother," she interrupted, her voice a hollow, serrated edge. She didn't give him time to move. She didn't give him time to grab the glass. She tipped her head back and drained the entire poisoned drink in three long, burning gulps.

Sebastian and Christian exchanged confused, anxious glances, sensing the growing distance between them and Bianca. … The next day, Bianca visited the fake death agency to finalize her arrangements. She chose a car accident explosion, leaving no remains. Her fake death was scheduled for tomorrow—her birthday. After signing everything and paying the balance, she stepped out of the agency, only to hear two familiar voices calling to her. "Honey?" "Mommy?" Bianca turned and saw Sebastian and Christian, confusion clear on their faces. "This is a fake death agency. Why are you here?" Christian rushed over and grabbed her hand nervously.

It was like she had been injected with a weakening drug. “You tried to kill Jessica!” he spat. “You followed us here. You fucking escaped from the airport?!” I could hear more hurt and pity than anger and hate in Vince's voice. Bianca sniffled and looked up at him, her eyes swollen with tears. “I was just trying to set you free,” she whispered. “She’s poison, Angelo. She’s made you soft. Weak. You don’t even see it.” My gaze remained fixed on the both of them.