Bianca Di Angelo

What would you do if when you woke up one day that your parents just dragged you into an engagement you didn't expect? The man you have admired for a long time is the one you can marry? will you back out or will you grab the opportunity to get closer to him although you know that he is into others? This is the story of Celestine Bianca Emperial, The Unexpected wedding. --- This is a work of fiction, Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual person living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental. All right reserved. No portion of this publication may reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without written permission from the copyright author. Disclaimer: Possible typographical errors, wrong spellings, grammatical errors, or whatsover errors.

A Crowned Orphaned Princess who has lived, sheltered and Secluded life since childhood was offered an opportunity by her Dying Grandmother -- The reign Queen of Astheria. An opportunity to leave Astheria and see the outside world which had been her utmost Desire, Alongside her best friend who has served her.On their lavish and oppressive trip, the duo found themselves in Beverly Hills Academy, California. A playground for heirs and heiresses all over the state where influence and hierarchy of power purely mattered. A school where no one wanted anyone more dominating than them! Especially the reigning school belle, "Bianca Wells". Falling in love was never on her list -- but everything Changed When she met The Young Master. A Flame erupts when a sickly domineering personality clashes with an innocent, dignified, yet savage crown royal within and outside the walls of the school.

My mother sent me to Chicago to marry Marco Ricci. A power move. One meant to cement our family’s control of the city. After all, my grandfather was the one who put the Riccis on the map. They owed us. They were supposed to treat me like royalty. I went to the fanciest jeweler in Chicago to buy my fiancé a gift. But some broad snatched it right from me. Before I could move, the store manager was fawning all over her. “Miss Bianca! A gift from Mr. Ricci? It’s perfect on you!” Marco? My fiancé? So this was his whore. She slid the sapphire ring onto her finger and shot me a look of disgust. “Who the hell do you think you are, bitch? Trying to take what’s mine?” I didn't even look at her. I just called Marco. "Your whore has something of mine. You have three minutes. Get down to the jeweler and handle her."

Ten years ago, I ditched a high-paying job for my family. A decade later, they asked for my kidney—supposedly for my daughter, Talia. Turns out, the real patient was Hudson's first love's son. They didn't even fake remorse. Hudson sneered, convinced I couldn't survive without him. Talia called me old and fat, acting like I should be grateful to help Bianca's kid. A whole decade of sacrifice, and what did I get? No love. No thanks. Just entitlement. To them, I was nothing but a free, disposable maid. So I walked. No regrets. I rebuilt my life, found a job, and never looked back. Then reality smacked them. Hudson and Talia finally realized everything I'd done. They begged me to come back—but my heart was already stone-cold. In the end, I left the country, threw myself into work, and finally learned what it meant to live.

Eu fui forçada a trocar meu coração com o primeiro amor do meu marido. Depois disso, morri no corredor do hospital particular que ele mesmo criou. Antes de eu morrer, meu filho de seis anos, Otávio Júnior, chorou e implorou a pai dele três vezes. Na primeira vez, Otávio segurou a mão daquele homem e disse que eu estava vomitando sangue. Ele riu com desprezo: — Dessa vez ela finalmente aprendeu algo, até ensinou você a mentir. Em seguida, ele mandou os seguranças expulsarem Otávio do quarto. Na segunda vez, Otávio agarrou a manga de sua camisa e disse que eu estava delirando de dor. Ele franziu a testa: — É só uma troca de coração. Os médicos já disseram que ela não vai morrer. Mais uma vez, os seguranças puxaram Otávio para fora. Na terceira vez, Otávio se jogou no chão, segurou firme a barra da calça dele e chorou dizendo que eu já estava inconsciente. Dessa vez, ele perdeu a paciência. Ele agarrou Otávio pelo pescoço e o jogou para fora do quarto: — Eu já disse que Heloísa Dias não vai morrer. Se você vier aqui incomodar o descanso da Bianca Nunes de novo, eu juro que vou expulsar vocês dois deste hospital. Desesperado para me salvar, Otávio penhorou seu escapulário, algo que ele considerava um tesouro, para uma enfermeira: — Tia, eu não quero viver cem anos. Só quero que minha mamãe continue viva. A enfermeira aceitou o escapulário e se preparou para me transferir para o último quarto disponível. Mas o primeiro amor do meu marido, Bianca, bloqueou a porta com seu cachorro no colo e disse: — Sinto muito, garotinho. Seu pai está preocupado que eu me sinta sozinha sem o meu cachorro. Este quarto foi reservado para meu cachorro.

She was born a mafia heiress. Trained to lead. Destined to destroy anyone who stood in her way. But she never expected him… Fiorella D’Angelo has always been the sharpest weapon in her father’s arsenal—fierce, fearless, and raised to inherit an empire. When betrayal strikes from within, everything she believed about loyalty shatters. And the man demanding her compliance? Rocco De Luca—the most ruthless son of a rival mafia family, known for breaking rules, bones, and hearts. What starts as an arrangement built on vengeance, power plays, and buried family secrets quickly ignites into something neither of them can control. In a world soaked with blood, loyalty, and vendettas, love is the most dangerous game of all. But when enemies close in and war explodes around them, Fiorella and Rocco must decide: will they burn the world down for each other… or will it bury them both? The Mafia’s Flower is a gripping, slow-burn dark mafia romance packed with deadly obsession, tortured enemies-to-lovers tension, heart-pounding cliffhangers, and a heroine who never needs saving—but still chooses love. One empire. One queen. One man who would kill the world to protect her. Ready to enter their world?

On Valentine's Day, I set up a candlelit dinner and waited. At 9 PM, my husband, Alfred Johnston, finally texted. [Something came up at work. Don't wait for me.] Then I saw her post. [On a business trip with the CEO for Valentine's Day. Every hotel is fully booked—awkward...] Vivian Bianca, his secretary. Attached was a photo of a guy in a bathrobe, standing by a floor-to-ceiling window. The comments were all 'ooh, CEO's so hot and girl, you're in for a night.' Vivian? Just dropped a smug emoji. So that's what "something came up" meant—a romantic getaway with his secretary. I screenshotted it, posted it on my own feed, and added a smiling emoji. A second later, Alfred called, fuming. "Vivian was joking! Why are you so petty? She's young, not as calculating as you!" I didn't let him finish. "Then let's get a divorce. That way, I won't have to care when you screw around and catch something."

My parents died in an accident when I was 16 years old. That leaves me and my stepbrother, Freddie Sanford, to rely on each other. At 20 years old, I get drunk and confess my feelings to him. But instead of being gentle as usual, he lashes out in fury. "Rosalie Hunter, do you have no shame at all? I'm your brother!" From that day on, he gets back together with his first love, Bianca Reed. His attitude toward me plummets and turns cold as ice. What Freddie doesn't know is I'm sick. To me, every day feels like a countdown. On the day of their wedding, I quietly reach the end of my life. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to two years ago. At the same time, I learn an unbelievable piece of news. Freddie has been dead for three years.

Si Veronica ay isang simpleng babae na buong buhay ay inilaan sa pag-aalaga kay Nanay Belen at sa kanyang kinakapatid na si Barbara. Si Barbara ay maganda, matalino, at palaging nakukuha ng gusto niya, ngunit sa likod ng kanyang perpektong imahe ay isang spoiled brat na sanay sa pagmanipula ng mga tao. Habang nag vi video call si Veronica sa kanyang boss na half-Filipino, half-Italian na si Anthony Rossi ay agad niyang napansin ang kagandahan ni Barbara. Nabighani ito kaya't dali daling pumunta ito ng Pilipinas bitbit ang kanyang 6 years old na anak na si Bianca at ang kanyang pilipinang ina upang kuning magmodelo ng kanyang merch at magtayo na din ng kumpanya. Inisip niyang seryosohin ang pakikipag relasyon nito ngunit nang masaksihan niya kung paano nito tratuhin ang sariling ina, naisip niyang hindi ito ang babaeng para sa kanya. Nang magkaroon ng problema si Bianca sa eskwelahan, napagtanto ni Anthony na kailangan nito ng isang maternal figure. Sa isang praktikal na desisyon, inalok niya si Veronica ng isang kasunduang kasal—hindi para sa pagmamahal kundi para samahan si Bianca. Ngunit sa kabila ng kasunduan, isang damdaming hindi nila inaasahan ang unti-unting umusbong dahil sa kabila ng ka walang personalidad na itsura sa panlabas ng assistant ay may nakatago itong ganda at higit sa lahat-mabuti itong tao. Nang malaman ni Barbara ang tungkol sa kasunduan, gumawa ito ng eksena—sinaktan ang sarili at muntik nang kitilin ang sariling buhay. Sa gabing dapat ipagdiwang ang engagement nina Veronica at Anthony, isang rebelasyon ang yumanig sa kanilang mundo—buntis si Barbara, at si Anthony ang sinasabing ama. Totoo kaya ito? O isa na namang kasinungalingan upang wasakin ang kanilang pag-iibigan?

In my past life, my best friend and I married twins at the same time. We shared secrets, complained about our husbands, and teamed up to outsmart our overbearing mother-in-law—it was truly enjoyable. Until the day I nearly died giving birth to twins. As I lay on the brink of death, my best friend cradled my newborns and revealed the cruel truth. “Thank you, Bianca, for giving me such adorable twins. You had no idea, did you? The twins only ever loved me. If I had the ability to give birth, we wouldn't have used you as a tool to have kids. "You’re poor and have never been loved, so it was far too easy to manipulate you. Even the way your husband loved you? It was all my idea—I planned every move he made. “Oh, and every time you two were intimate, I was watching through the cameras—every single time!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day I met my best friend.