Bianca Di Angelo Death Novels & Stories

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN: VOWS GRANT POV I got back to the estate at dawn, two hours before anyone else was awake. Bianca was dead. Not by my hand directly—I wasn't that reckless—but by my order. Luca's people had made it look like an accident. Carbon monoxide leaked in her hotel room. Her body had been found by housekeeping and there were no signs of foul play or any connections to me. It was clean like I'd promised and somehow I should have felt something like maybe relief, vindication or even victory.

Bianca laughed cruelly, grabbing Jennifer's head and slamming it against the wall repeatedly. Eventually, wounds covered Jennifer's body. With a sickening thud, the rope snapped, and she collapsed to the ground, barely clinging to life. "She looks dead," one of Bianca's men remarked after checking on her. Bianca, still unsatisfied, remarked, "So fragile? She died from just that. Well, no matter. Let's leave this bad luck here and continue the celebration at the Diorama Hotel!" Alec laughed heartily. "Ms. Olson, what a rough night you've had. You should have some fun! Tonight's on me! Get someone to take the body to the crematorium!"

Angelo’s heart stopped. "It was her," Gia said, her voice trembling. "Liliana's dead." The words gutted him. Angelo stared at the ceiling, trying to deny it, but no sound would come out. "I'm so sorry, Angelo." Gia squeezed his hand. "She's gone. It's just me and you now." Angelo stared at the ceiling, silent tears rolling down his face. Liliana was dead. The woman he loved. The woman he’d pushed to the edge. Dead.

“No, I didn’t—Adrian, you have to believe me, I didn’t mean for anything to happen—” But his eyes don’t leave hers. His voice drops, heavier. “Are you behind his death?” The silence stretches between them, unbearable. Bianca’s body breaks before her voice does. She collapses to her knees, sobbing, the sound raw and guttural. “Yes!” she chokes out. “Yes, I did it! I wanted to be free, Adrian. Don’t you understand? I wanted to breathe. I wanted to live one day without Father’s shadow choking me, without German’s claws in my skin. I wanted freedom!” Her words crumble into tears. “But instead, I—I destroyed myself.”

He was in his mid-forties, but he feared the mafia boss. “He–he–” “Speak up!” Don commanded. The man tightened his grip on his file while shifting his glasses with his other hand. “Can we have a brief talk in my office?” the man asked in a quaky voice. “I need to hear it here, Doc” “Mr. Gonzalez sustained serious injuries after the dagger pierced his heart. By the time we needed to stabilize him, he had already passed away. I'm sorry.” the doctor explained. “You are sorry for what? That you were unable to save my uncle? The only family I have left?!” Donatello fumed.

The tension between him and Riya was palpable and the tension in the room was so thick it could be cut by a butter knife. When they were out of sight, she stole to where the babies are knelt beside them, cooing like a dove. “You guys take care of yourself, I’m sticking with these angels, and yes, they are sleeping in my bed tonight.” Georgia raised up an eyebrow, “Trust me, you don’t want do that. Especially when there is a life sized Annabelle doll in the mix.” Riya looked at her in confusion, “what do you mean?” “The female,” Anna responded, forking the last bite of pancakes down her throat, “she packs a punch.”

“I know that even if I banish you, you’ll find a way to return... to take back my sons. So I’ve prepared this, to make sure that never happens. This is my final punishment for you.” As soon as he said those words, he vanished. His entire presence simply disappeared before me. I clenched my fists tightly. Then, out of nowhere, my attention snapped toward the window. Luna Ravina had appeared. “Angelicca... Looks like they have to send you off sooner than expected... But I will add something to the punishment... Thank goodness I wasn't late for this..." I didn’t hesitate. I rushed toward her with full force but just as I was about to reach her, a sudden burst of black light exploded from the cr

Anything. And then it hit me—a terrible, desperate idea that might be my only chance at survival. "Wait!" The word came out too loud, too sharp. "Wait, please, just listen. You're right, Bianca is dead. Gone. But—but her bloodline isn't." The older woman paused, her eyes narrowing. "Explain."

I mumbled. "You wouldn't say that if you really know me," he said taking small steps towards me and I also moved steps backwards in fear. "W-who are you?" I stuttered. "I'm Theodore Black. The owner of Black Enterprise Co. and also one of the most powerful Mafia leaders in the country," he said studying my reaction. I stood there shocked and scared for myself. Why on Earth did I speak to him like that? I was sure I heard that name before but I just didn't know where and now that I know, I wish I didn't.

Cordelia said as she continued crying. As Jared hung up the call, SAKI already knew what to do. Immediately, he ignited the car they were well on their way immediately Jared was done with the call. After several directions, they finally arrived at Cordelia’s apartment and Jared ran upstairs like he was a fire fighter on a mission. As Jared ran SAKI could only wonder, the angel who had made the mafia this way. As he ran, SAKI tried to put two and tow together. “Or is this the reason why my master wants to kill Brian?”