Bianca Kesempurnaan Cinta Novels & Stories

She just served one man, and that was Issac. Whenever Issac went on a business trip, he would go there and find Bianca to have fun. He had even bought her a villa just to keep her. He would give her money and the manpower she wanted, and he loved her so much. Bianca looked very flirtatious. She was only in her twenties, which was still a youth. She was good at singing and dancing, so she easily captured Issac’s heart, just like Lyla in the past. Differently, Lyla was a prideful princess, while Bianca was a coquettish young girl.

"You're the prettiest in the community. If your family didn't put so many restrictions on you to stay in this small town, you could easily become an idol out there. You'd have hundreds of thousands of people who love you.” 'Bianca is incredibly beautiful, a world-class beauty with perfect body shape. She has dark brown, long hair, a sharp nose, a perfect chin, and beautiful bow-shaped eyes. Her elegance is like that of a queen, and she exudes a charm that makes people want to worship her.'

she said, each word measured and deliberate, "then no. I don't want it. I don't want any of it." Justin recoiled as if she had struck him. His mouth opened, then closed. For a moment, he looked almost physically wounded—his face pale, his eyes wide, his carefully constructed composure crumbling around him. But Bianca wasn't finished. She broke down completely then—not the quiet, controlled tears she had shed in Monica's arms earlier, but something messier, uglier, more honest. Her body shook with sobs that seemed to come from somewhere deep and ancient, somewhere that had been hurting for a very long time. She pressed her hand against her mouth, trying to stifle the sounds, but they escaped

Bianca was hurt by his words, but she covered it up with a smile instead. "Why don't you listen to your mother Adams, she loves and care about you a lot and all she wants for you is nothing but the best." Adams scoffed. "In essence, you think you're the perfect woman for me isn't it." He stated. "I don't think Adams, I know." Bianca replied seductively. "I heard about your ex wife and how she was unable to conceive and give you the child you wanted so badly, I know about everything that happened Adams." She clicked her tongue. "It's sad, but I'm here now and all I need from you is a chance Adams, just one chance to prove to you that I'm way better than your ex wife and more deserving of a ma

God, she was right. And I didn’t even care if it made me weak. Because nothing had ever felt this good before. Not the power. Not the lies. Not even love. Nothing… except her. She didn’t wait for me to say yes. She didn't even have to. Bianca stood and walked across the room with a sway of her hips like she owned the air around her. She opened a small trunk next to the bed and pulled out two long, black and smooth silk ropes. When she turned to me, her eyes were darker and Hungrier.

Shawn said in shock, when Kenzo suddenly grabbed the gun in his jacket pocket. Kenzo descended the stairs hastily, coinciding with the return of that damn bitch from the mansions, the bitch is now fully dressed, but very sexy. Tsk, cheap woman! thought Kenzo. "Good night, my love. I hope you can sleep well tonight" said Bianca with a sensual tone. "Night too, my love. I will definitely dream of you, Bianca Hughes" said Carlos, kissing Bianca's lips. In a moment they kissed each other again, to say goodbye. After that, Bianca left Carlos.

Real. I stared at my reflection, tilting my head, wondering if I still looked like the woman I used to be. The one he married. The one who never cried in front of anyone except him. Sometimes I saw Bianca and felt… not jealousy. Not envy. But a strange sense of déjà vu. The ambition in her eyes. The precision in the way she carried herself. The hesitance, too. Like she hadn’t decided who she was yet, but was terrified of choosing wrong.

I looked up slowly, meeting the icy, sapphire eyes of Bianca Rossi. She was exactly as I remembered—the "perfect" woman. She was draped in a cream-colored Chanel suit that cost more than my first two years of medical school. Her blonde hair was pulled into a sleek, aggressive ponytail, and her skin looked like it had never known a day of stress. She was the woman Caspian was supposed to marry—the one with the right bloodline and the right cold heart to match his own.

“I was paid fully for a night shoot here.” Jeremy scoffed with disinterest. “It’s nice seeing you, Bianca. Can you leave our table now?” She didn’t oblige. Her stare lingered on him before she turned fully to me, bitterness, raw and restless, clinging to her like a robe she never learned to remove. “Don’t get too comfortable, stepsister.” she said accusingly. “Jeremy has more demons than you can imagine. He’s not capable of true love. Only women like me can handle him. You will never match.