Bianca Lawson Age Novels & Stories

One thing about my brother is that he only cares about me, my achievement and his girlfriend Lora. "Promise?" he asked. I nod my head immediately, wanting to know how old is she. "She's twenty four years old. She recently just finished her degree in chemistry. Now, about that promise, keep it" he warns. I smirk at him. "That's the face I've been wanting to see" he grins. BIANCA Opening my eyes from the ringing alarm I set earlier, I noticed it was passed ten. Is Milo home now? I quickly got out of bed and head out of my room. I head downstairs to the living room but he was not here. I quickly checked the kitchen but no one was home.

What the fuck was Bianca doing here? The woman looked exactly like someone whose life had been dipped in gold and soaked in blood. She wore a silk blouse tucked into high-waisted tailored pants, a pair of red-bottom heels, and designer sunglasses perched on her forehead despite the indoor lighting. If someone were to paint a portrait of a rich drug lord’s widow, Bianca would be the perfect muse, Then she was married to a drug lord and became one herself when her husband was brutally and gruesomely murdered by whoever.

"Go in. I’ll be right behind you. I'm not letting Lawrence corner you alone." Bianca pushed the boardroom doors open, and the room went still. On the main screen were her private medical records from three years ago, details of her depression during her marriage to Dominic, and a financial ticker ran beneath it, showing Barley Group stock dropping fast. Uncle Lawrence stood at the head of the table. When he looked at Bianca, his expression wasn't one of anger, but of sorrow.

~LEXI~ She was tall and wore designer clothes that screamed money with an air of superiority that made me uncomfortable. "I'm the girl who will soon be Enzo Rivera's wife," she said smoothly, tilting her head as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "What?" The word slipped out before I could stop it. My stomach dropped like I'd missed a step on the stairs. "Bianca Langford," she added, extending a hand like she expected me to kiss it. "My dad is working out the marriage plans as we speak. Our families have been talking for months. It's practically settled."

Felix said, handing her a piece of paper. Bianca didn’t know how to contain her excitement, she began to scream the moment her boss had left for work. She couldn’t believe that her dream was coming to last one after the other. THREE HOURS LATER It’s been hours since Bianca went out with Ms. Kevin as her boss as instructed. She had bought herself all that was needed to start college, The little girl was still very much energetic even after they had gotten home, Bianca was presently in her room happily checking out her law uniform. “Excuse me, are you the lawyer here?” She said, staring at herself in the reflector proudly.

she murmured, glancing in the mirror, her clothes seemed to be floating, she sulked. If her mother wasn't so controlling, she would be able to stay at home and study her way. But no, turning her children into machines was the best idea of course. Bianca grabbed her brush and ran it through her white hair, it's texture silky, reflecting the moonlight in a glamorous manner. That was just Bianca, standing at 5'11, long, blinding, white hair, pale smooth skin, sharp features, full, bow-shaped lips, slender figure. You could say she looked like the cliche.

My heart races as I wonder what they could be doing at such an event. "We've been attending every event we can since you left to be with Luca," Bianca leans over and whispers in my ear, her breath hitting my skin as she suddenly stands up straight beside me. She looks absolutely stunning today, wearing a wine-coloured dress that hugs her newly acquired curves in all the right places and flows elegantly down to the floor. I can't help but marvel at how much she's changed in the past year—her once-fragile frame has filled out, and she exudes a newfound confidence that is both alluring and intimidating. She looks the part, of course; her skin has always been sunkissed, and though her hair isn't

As though it had been whispered to her before. After hearing it, Bianca nodded her head and said, "Chelsea. How beautiful." Her eyes then returned to me, their kindness giving way to something more calculating. "May I talk to you in private?" I continued to watch her. "No." Bianca's smile remained perfectly in place. "Leonard—" "Legal counsel can help you with whatever you came to do." I said. She let out a sigh as though I were being stubborn, like a kid who wouldn't eat veggies. “I didn’t come to discuss business with you.”

Laughter echoed from the living room downstairs. Bianca was wearing an expensive Chanel suit, chatting with a few of her socialite friends. "You have no idea, for my eighteenth birthday, Gianni and Alessio threw me the most amazing party!" Bianca's voice was full of pride. "All of Manhattan's high society was there." Her friends oohed and aahed. "And do you remember that necklace? The limited edition Tiffany one? Only three in the world!" "And that couture gown, worth a million dollars!"

"Because....the lawyers feared that I'd die young like my father so they made him write in his will that when I'm of age, I need to get an heir to take over my accomplishments and wealth if I happened to die as well...." Bianca's mouth fell open as she slowly began to understand everything now. "But you won't die...how are they sure you'd die like your father. You don't have cancer, do you?". "I don't but who knows...no one knows when boom!! I die or get involved in an accident..and after the last incident that almost cost me my life, the lawyers are giving me one year to produce an heir or they'll take everything away from me". "What?". She gasped.