Novel & Cerita Bianca Kesempurnaan Cinta

Someone cleared her throat behind and she nearly jumped out of her skin. She turned and met a vicious Asian-looking lady. Bianca smirked seeing the expression on her face. She was dressed in black all through. Her informant had told her all she needed to know about Adeana and she decided to strike immediately. "Going somewhere, young lady?" Bianca asked and took a stroll towards Adeana who was suddenly angry. "Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?" Adeana asked and Bianca gave an airy laugh. "It's a shame that you would want to reap where you did not sow. Do you think going out with a man who you know is married is an ideal thing?" Bianca asked as she paced around admiring Adeana

Kelvin was unable to finish his statement before Bianca cut him short. "She is without a boyfriend. So do not stop shooting your shot. I guess that's the shy Leah you just saw. " Bianca concluded before reaching for the door handle. "Wait?! Do you think she's into me…more like she loves me too?" Kelvin asked with a form of seriousness. "Relax Kelvin. Believe me when I say she's in love with you as well." Bianca replied, winking at Kelvin who had a happy expression on his face.

I winced at the sound. Bianca paused, licking her lips as her eyes flicked over the crowd, then continued, “She tore my one true love, Callum, away from me—all in service of herself. Because she knew that she no longer had a true claim to the throne, and she felt the need to drag me down with her.” “That’s not true,” I said.

It was a woman. Blonde. Elegant. Cold as glass. Amara opened the door a crack. “Yes?” The woman smiled thinly. “You must be the American.” “And you are?” “Bianca Romano,” she said. “Luca's fiancée.” Amara blinked. Laughed. Once, disbelieving. “You've got the wrong apartment.” “No,” Bianca said sweetly. “I have the wrong timing.” She pushed past before Amara could stop her. Heels clicking on marble, she walked in like she belonged there. Her dress was designer, her perfume sharp enough to draw blood.

She is as patient as ever, trying to find the right moment to pounce on the man she used to love and the woman who stole him away from her. Bianca’s hatred for Celia grows. She resents the smile that the smaller woman wears across her face. She loathes the way she can listen to her laughs whenever the windows are open or when they decide to eat outside. Bianca is jealous of the life that Celia is living. She knows that it should be her in the spot at Soren’s side. It should have been her with Soren far away from this place. They should have been on their honeymoon by now.

So I stepped closer. “Or is it something else?” I asked quietly. Still silence. “Why,” I said slowly, “are you in a contract marriage with me…” I paused. Then finished, “…when you have a woman ready to kneel at your feet?” The room went still. The air shifted. His eyes darkened slightly. But I didn’t stop. “Bianca is perfect,” I said. “Beautiful. Loyal. Obsessed with you.” Still nothing. “And yet,” I added, “you chose me.”

"I've loved you since the day I joined this pack, Killian! I dreamed we would be fated mates!" She wiped at her face, but the tears wouldn't stop. "I'm more beautiful than her! I'm gentler! I'm a better Luna!" She pointed at the body on the sofa, her voice warping with hate. "What right did she have? Why did the Moon Goddess choose her? Why did she get to be your fated mate?" My fists clenched so hard my knuckles turned white. "So you killed her?" "Yes! I wanted her dead!" Bianca was completely unhinged, her inner evil on full display. "As long as she was alive, you would never truly love me! I would always be her replacement!"

"We've had moments. Sparks. You can't deny that." I sighed heavily before saying, "I'm not interested in exploring anything beyond our professional relationship. Besides, I'm in love with Amelia." The admission hung heavy in the air. Bianca's eyes widened, and for a moment, a flicker of pure hatred crossed her features before being masked by a steely resolve. "Amelia," she spat, the word laced with venom. "That naive little girl? What does she have that I don't?"

That is why they usually only dress in white. Bianca broke that silent rule with the red, but I love it. It's very much her. A wedding night is the first time a man supposedly has a claim to her. He unwraps his gift to reveal the natural beauty below before finishing up with his unspoken vows. "That's a husband's job," I note, stroking her now bare skin on her shoulder. A look transpires between us, and I can't quite decipher what it means. Does Bianca want me as I want her? Or am I reading into emotions that don't truly belong between us? The sexual tension has been palpable for the last few weeks, so I can only presume that she's playing with me.

“Sienna’s death was the final piece. It was always about you, Nico. You cut me out. You stole what should have been mine. You looked at me like I was nothing and chose her instead.” I stared at her, anger burning through the fear. “You’re actually sick.” Bianca ignored me. Her eyes stayed on Nico like he was the only person who mattered. “After everything I did for you, you still chose her.” Nico looked at her with complete boredom, like she was wasting his time. “Are you finished?” I watched Bianca’s face change. The obsession, the hurt, the rage — it was all there, raw and ugly. This was not love. This was possession wearing a pretty dress. People like her did not stop until they destroyed