Novel & Cerita Bianca Di Angelo Percy Jackson

I murmured to Angel’s pale and cold body before leaving her in her final resting place. ~ * ~ Angeline After my soul managed to stop crying for Sia, I did what the voice asked me to and opened my eyes. Blinking twice, I tried to focus on the golden blur in front of me. “Oh my Goddess!” I gasped as I finally saw her clearly. She was so beautiful. Her eyes were as silver as the moon and a soothing light radiated from her.

“What now? Going to scare me into talking? You don’t have it in you to hit a woman, Luca. That’s not your style.” I tilted my head, gaze cold. “You’re right. I won’t lay a hand on you.” I stepped aside, and from the shadows emerged Bianca—a ruthless enforcer, known in our circles as La Dama di Dolore, the Lady of Pain. She wore a tailored black suit, her dark hair sleek back, eyes sharp as razors. Her reputation preceded her. Alicia’s smirk faltered. Bianca cracked her knuckles. “We’ll see how talkative you are soon enough.”

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.

Angela's expression darkened. Who's she? Why is she addressing you so intimately? Bianca's lips curled into a confident smile, clearly unfazed. Hi, Miss Kelly. I'm his girlfriend. You might not have seen me before, but I'm sure you've heard of me. Bianca North, the most beautiful woman among the elites in California. Theo's mouth twitched, his amusement barely contained. Angela's eyes widened, disbelief flashing across her face before it twisted into disdain. The most beautiful woman? Sorry, I've never heard that. But I have heard about the recent antics of Bianca North from the North family.

Her gaze stopped at the final one. VALENTINA GRECO. Her stepmother. Bianca almost laughed, a bitter, hollow sound. “Of course,” she whispered to herself. “Of course you’d survive.” The universe never killed the devils; it only let them decay slowly. She turned toward Luna, who had drifted back to sleep, clutching her worn lion to her chest. Her curls glowed faintly in the cabin’s light Matteo’s hair, her mother’s eyes. Bianca brushed a tear from the child’s cheek and whispered, “One last shadow, my love. Then we rest.”

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.

A moment later, Bianca—Dante’s sister—flashes me a fake little finger wave, then turns back to the group and starts speaking in rapid Italian. “Non la sopporto. Cazzo cercatore d'oro. Ovviamente sta affondando i suoi artigli in Dante. Sarà il prossimo capo della famiglia. Sta solo cercando un buono pasto. Scommetto che è incinta. Sembra qualcosa che farebbe uno skank come lei.” (I can’t stand her. Fucking gold digger. Of course she’s digging her claws into Dante. He’s going to be the next head of the family. She’s just looking for a meal ticket. I bet she’s pregnant. Seems like something a skank like her would do.)

Bianca D'Arcangelo was Leonardo's cousin. On the surface, she was charming, bright and naïve. Her personality's purity evoked the kindness and the strong desire of people around her to protect such a rare gem. But, her inner self was nothing like that. Unfortunately, I found out too late. Like all these people, I thought Bianca is an example of some of the best qualities a woman can have. I used to like her and tried to form a friendship. She perfectly pretended to be close and loyal, helping me when I was in need. I thought because she had such a close relationship with Leonardo, that she would lend me a hand in making him fall in love with me. Funny thing, he started to hate me due to her

Her dark hair was now dyed blonde, christian dior sunshades shielded her eyes and louboutin heels clad her feet. She had been nervous cracking her knuckles when we showed, her body movement anxious and antsy. "Angelo mio," she whispered, rising to her feet when we walked through the doors. She wasted no time in leaving the table to come and throw her arms around Bianca, sobbing quietly. Bianca was stiff in her mother's arms but at least she hadn't bolted for the doors just yet. "It's good to see you, mamà," Bianca smiled stiffly but relieved to her mother.

"He’s just using you to hurt your father. Once the money is recovered, you’ll be tossed aside, and do you know who will be standing next to him at the altar one day?" She pointed a manicured finger at herself. "Me," she declared. "Because the Riccis and the De Lucas are destined to be together, we are an empire, you are just a temporary stain on the carpet." "Stop it, Bianca," Julian warned, stepping between us. He physically blocked her from me. "Back off, now." Bianca looked between Julian and me, her expression shifted from anger to something colder. "Have it your way, Julian," she said, shrugging. "Play the white knight but remember, when you play with fire, you get burned and Nico is an