Novel & Cerita Bianca Kesempurnaan Cinta

Could feel his relief that I was alive and his fury at everything that had threatened that and underneath both of those his steady, pragmatic love that he would never call love but that felt exactly like it. "It is over," I told Bianca quietly. "The key is gone. Whatever it made you feel, whatever it amplified, that is gone too." Bianca looked up at me. Her eyes were her own again. No layered harmonics. No silver madness. Just her. Exhausted and ashamed and younger looking than I had seen her in years. "I wanted to be more than your shadow," she said. Her voice hoarse. "Wanted to be something on my own terms. Not Bianca the failed Luna. Not Bianca who could not keep her mate. Just something

“I loved him. I waited for him. I did everything to stay close to him. And he never wanted me. He barely let me near him.” Her voice rose, shaking with pure jealousy. “Then you showed up. Suddenly you’re in his house. In his bed. All over him. He looks at you like you’re the only woman in the world, while he looks at me like he wants to kill me just for breathing too close.” I kept my face blank even though my heart was beating too fast. “Maybe you should try wearing less perfume,” I said. “That thing chokes.” Bianca’s eyes flashed. She started to snap back…“You—” then stopped herself. She took a long breath, smoothed her expression, and smiled. That smile was worse than her anger.

She smiled and walked away. It was a market day and Avice had gone to sell her mother's fabric. The king officials paraded the market that day, to inspect the market. He saw the same guy again. He seemed to be the leader. When he saw her, he said something to his colleagues who continued moving. He followed in her direction. "Hello". He said as he squatted before her. Everyone could not stop gazing. " I am Connor '', he introduced himself. "Avice '' she replied. "We can meet at the hills later right?" He asked. "Sure, when?" She asked. "Decide". She thought, " Ok, before sunset".

Bianca nodded slowly, her determined gaze fixed on mine as though she'd not heard a derogatory word uttered. "I only want you body, no more. Understand?" I looked down at her small form before me, noting how perfectly proportioned she was for my tastes. She nodded again like an obedient little pup—and it was getting on my nerves. All I wanted to do was shove my boner down her throat to get more sounds out of her mouth. 'How slow can this woman be?' No matter how desperately she craves my touch, there had to be a limit to how pathetically needy someone could become.

"I am asking you for the last time. What the hell do you want?" "Nothing," She shrugged. "I simply asked you to come here to see me so that I could show you the truth. To get you out of your dream world." "What do you mean?" Fiona was beyond confused about what she was talking about. "Oh, my innocent princess. Your little married life I am talking about. Fiona Fiona, Fiona! Do you really think Justin could ever love you? Scratch that... Like you. Love is far from it. Just look at you. Old, plain, average, and boring, whereas Justin is completely the opposite of you. I mean, come on, babes. Even though I know, he's better than Noah, hon! Open your eyes; your marriage will end sooner than you

I felt something in my chest go cold and still at that, the specific stillness of understanding a thing fully for the first time. "She used my own restraint against me," I said. "She used everything," Bianca said. "That's what she does. That's what she's always done. She doesn't find the gaps in people's defenses. She finds the parts of people that are working exactly as intended, the good parts, the careful parts, and she turns those into the gap instead." She looked at me steadily. "You weren't careless with me. You were careful in exactly the way I would have wanted you to be, if I'd been the one actually living in your house. She just made sure that the careful version of you was the ver

-"Wow Melina you look like a princess tonight! Your dress is wonderful!" -"Thank you Eugenia. You look beautiful too" I returned the compliment. -"Now you are lying! I hope I had a dress like yours!" Eugenia told me. -" And I hope I had a simpler one and not this extravagant one!" I countered. We were sitting in our seats and talking about various topics when Eugenia interrupted our conversation and exclaimed in surprise: -"Melina look! There he is! The man of my dreams! Oh my God he is so handsome!!"

And when Alessandro hesitated, Bianca had seen exactly what she needed. She opened her phone. An old photograph appeared on the screen. Young Alessandro. Young Bianca. She studied his face. Then whispered, “You always hated unfinished stories.” Her thumb brushed across the photograph. “So I'll give you one.” She set the phone down. Her expression was calm. Almost gentle. Because Bianca didn't need Alessandro to fall back in love with her tonight. She only needed Valentina to start wondering whether he ever truly stopped.

As evening fell, Bianca's curiosity drew her back to her laptop screen, to the Harrington project. Opening the document, she felt a chill run down her spine. There he was, in one of the presentation photos. His face was flawless, his features sharp, his muscular frame tailored impeccably in a designer suit. But to her, he was just a deeply flawed man who threw her off balance, making her feel like a fool for not having moved on. She rolled her eyes in annoyance. "You'll always be an idiot," she muttered to herself. "I'm sure you're doing all this just to bother me, but I won't let your presence get to me. I won't give you the satisfaction of seeing me act like a fool."

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.