Bianca Kesempurnaan Cinta Novels & Stories

"Glad to hear you're fine." "And regarding your question about what you should do, I have only one answer to that." "And ... what's that?" "Just enjoy it. It's rare to see Bianca turn as serious as you said earlier, isn't it? And maybe, if you start to like Bianca in the future, you can consider her offer to get her to end her non-serious relationships with all of her girlfriends and only focus her eyes on you. Isn't that a good thing? Just imagine that Bianca would commit one hundred per cent to you, making you the only princess in her life?”

"Yes." Enzo didn't look up from the papers in his hands. He simply turned a page and made another note, as though confirming her escort was no different from approving the evening's schedule. Bianca tightened her grip on the gown. Without another word, she turned and disappeared into the fitting room. Twenty minutes later, the fitting room door opened, and Bianca stepped onto the platform in the midnight-blue gown. It fit flawlessly, its clean lines and structured bodice giving her a quiet authority that drew every eye in the room.

"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.'

"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?"

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.

He groaned as he felt himself become hard. The only woman who had the right to kiss him was Bianca, before betrayal, of course. He had caught her on another man and right there she told him that she loved the so-called man. She explained to him that she wanted a man who was more ordinary because the life of the elites was tiring, and she was sick of it.

“The title of Luna isn’t just symbolic. It’s part of what gives the court confidence, and it feels like I’m finally getting what I deserve.” My eyes flick to hers. “What you deserve?” Bianca pauses. Her smile falters for just a second before recovering. “I only meant... I’ve always dreamed of this. Of finding my mate. Of building something strong. That’s all.” Her tone says otherwise. It’s polished, practiced. There’s more warmth in the word Luna than there is in mate. I say nothing. But I know she feels the shift. She places a hand lightly on my forearm. “I just want us to be aligned. People need to see us united.”

And it was true; I wouldn't stop until I knew who this stranger was and how he got to know about Lisa. Bianca stepped into my office, half-naked as usual. Her attire was always revealing, a reminder that she was nothing like Lisa. Even if she dolled herself up or underwent plastic surgery, she could never surpass Lisa's beauty. Lisa's beauty was one of a kind—so stunning that I often wondered if she held a special place in God's heart to be created that way. Even without makeup or expensive dresses, she'd win the title of the world's most beautiful queen.

“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

Bianca looked at his face, her vision slightly blurred by tears, and she felt something she had never felt before, something stronger than fear, stronger than loss, stronger than anything she had ever experienced in her entire life. Love. Not the complicated kind. Not the painful kind. But the pure kind. Adrian stood beside her, looking down at the baby, completely speechless for once in his life, his eyes wide, his expression soft in a way Bianca had never seen before. “He’s perfect,” Adrian whispered. Bianca smiled through her tears. “Yes. He is.”