Bianca Kesempurnaan Cinta Novelas e Histórias

” Perfect “, she exclaimed in French as she giggled aloud and the housekeepers joined her. ”Where is Mr.Rivers’?”Bianca asked one of the housekeepers.” He’s in his room”, she replied pointing at the door at the far end.” Thank you “, Bianca muttered as she made her way to his room to thank him for the dress and everything. She knocked softly, bracing herself to speak up when she saw him, without feeling butterflies in her tummy. She pressed her ear to the door and noticed it had not been shut.” Damian, let me lock the door, someone might see us you know “, a red-haired woman said before placing a kiss on Damian’s chin and moving towards the door to lock it.” Who’s there?”, Damian asked as th

Finally, I reached the door of my study, it was closed, and as I pushed it open, I was surprised to see that by the window was Bianca, my lover, her expression tense and eyes searching as they met mine. “Bianca,” I started, my voice strained with emotion. But before I could say more, I raised a hand to stop her. “What are you doing here? I can’t see you right now.” Her brows furrowed, and she took a hesitant step forward. “Luca, please. You look so tense, and I want to help you. I've missed you so much, baby.” She started to massage my muscles, and I couldn't help but feel myself harden at her touch. She knew exactly what buttons to press with me, but all I saw was Serafina’s face.

And her nipples were visibly kissing the silky dress, they were hard and protruding and everyone could see that. Bianca seemed to like it. She had a smug expression on her face as she finally got down the staircase and I wasn't in any way surprised. She was an attention whore; she loved the spotlight and could even kill for it. My eyes darted back to Bianca's PA, Harriet that stood inches away from her. Bianca might have thought she looked splendid which was not a lie, I wasn't going to dispute that fact but my Harriet was by far more stunning.

I looked over to Dialen, to see that there was a confused looked that I’m really not sure in why. “Are you alright, Dialen?” “Yes, my lady. I’m going to try to get a hold of my master to see if he’s already here for you.” (Dialen POV) I was very intrigue with this girl human named Bianca that my master would like to call her “Doll face” or even sometime “Baby girl”. I can tell as soon as I met her that she was a lot different then the other females he would usually be around. She seemed a lot sweeter, caring, and for some reason not only do I feel something different about her, but it’s like in a way her body gives off a warm light that would put others to ease being around her, as if she we

Let them remember what I am. Whispers already commenced. She heard them sotto voce, between champagne flutes and pearl studs. "She's back…" "That's Rodriguez's daughter?" "I thought she vanished after Jake's—" Amelia smiled coldly. Let them talk. The more they talk, the more afraid they are. And then she saw her. Beatrice. Slumped like a vulture on velvet, glass held in her fist, her face motionless and cutting as a blade. And naturally she was dressed in white. White, just in case innocence could be stitched into clothing.

"I swear to you, it's not true. I haven't touched her... and I have never done that..." Bianca looked at him, quickly wiping the tears from her face, refusing to show any more weakness in front of him. "Do I still look like a fool to you... huh?!" she said, hitting his chest hard to back him off from coming any closer to her. "I don’t care about you... or anyone in your midst! You despise me... and I hate you every day of my life! When I look into the mirror, all I see is your shadow! My hate for you is the only reason I've managed to keep going!"

"N-No! It's not true! Let me explain! This isn't real!" She lunged forward, trying to grab his arm, but he shoved her away in disgust. Priscilla fell to the carpet in a heap, her hair coming undone. She looked pitiful and disheveled. "Someone's framing me! It must be Alina! She hates me! She wants to ruin me!" She was still trying to twist things and throw the filth back onto me. Hylton just stared at her coldly. There wasn't a trace of warmth in his eyes anymore, only endless loathing and… murderous intent.

“The truth about Bianca. You’ll tell me now.” He regarded me for a long moment, a new respect in his gaze. “You have spine. I’ll give you that.” He nodded slowly. “Very well. A down payment on the truth.” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper meant only for my ears. “The woman you know as Princess Bianca is an imposter. A pawn placed by the true power in the Moonrise Pack to secure this alliance under false pretenses. The real Bianca has been missing for years. Kairi is either a fool who has been duped, or…”

… Bianca paced restlessly outside the operating room with her hands clasped together in silent prayer. Sebastian wrapped his arms around Bianca from behind, pulling her into a tight embrace. His voice, gentle yet strained with emotion, whispered, "Why are you pretending not to know me, Bianca? Have you truly given up on both Chris and me?" Bianca was exasperated by Sebastian's persistence, as her thoughts were solely focused on Melanie's well-being. She fought her way out of his embrace, whirled around, and bellowed, "I'm not the Bianca I used to be!"

“I came for clarity.” Serena’s smile curved like a blade. She leaned closer, lips brushing the air beside Bianca’s ear. “Then let me offer it. I was Matteo’s once. Long before you. He bled for me. Killed for me, Loved me in ways you cannot imagine. Do you truly think you’re anything more than his passing obsession?” The venom was calculated. Meant to strike deep. But Bianca did not flinch. She met Serena’s gaze with fire. “You made a mistake,” she whispered. “I didn’t come here to measure scars. I came to bury snakes.”