Bianca Lawson Parents Novels & Stories

But more importantly I felt like I was betrayed. "I have asked Theo to check your father's background for me and he has confirmed that he is the eldest child of the Bianchi couple. Salvi Bianchi and Vivian Bianchi." The last name that slipped out of Mr. Walker's mouth caught my ear. Vivian Bianchi, the woman I met a month ago. I shook my head again and again because I found this hard to believe. "Why didn't mom ever tell me about this!? Even dad! He never talked about them. He didn't even show me a single picture! Never!"

My eyes stayed locked on Bianca, watching her every micro-expression, every flicker of emotion she tried to suppress to read if she knew anything. “Your mother is a predator, Bianca,” I said, “We have statements. Witnesses. Boys she groomed, manipulated, abused. Kids who didn’t stand a chance because their parents worked for her. And when those parents tried to speak up, she didn’t just silence them, she buried them under hush money and threats.” Bianca’s breath hitched, her eyes darting toward her lawyer. The shock on her face told me this was news to her.

" She is close to Nicole's family. She is rich and a very impressionable person. Easy to manipulate.plus she has a very very lovable husband." "Mom how could you? Is husband stealing is one of your achievement these days?" Bianca had been always opposed to her mother's plans of revenge mainly because she knows she is not a Blackburn. Her father was brutally murdered because of her mother's betrayal. While she was brought to hiding under a different identity for her own protection.

Bianca, who had started to close her eyes, opened them again. "Aren't your parents upset that you're not coming home like this?" Veronica's question immediately changed Bianca's expression. "My dad doesn't care because he knows Gerald is wealthy. So he doesn't mind, as long as I'm with Gerald. And right now, it's probably my mom who's worried about me. Spending the night with a man. Of course, my mom knows what I'm doing with Gerald." "I feel for you," Veronica rubbed Bianca's shoulder.

"You gave my parents' seats to your childhood sweetheart and her parents?" "Don't make it sound ugly." He frowned. "Your parents are practical people. They can handle economy. Bianca's father has a bad back, and her parents have never flown first class. Let them enjoy it once." I stared at him. "My parents were invited as the bride's parents. Not as extra luggage." "Rosalyn, it's one flight." His voice sharpened. "Bianca grew up with me. She isn't some stranger." "Then what are my parents?"

"Back home, I used to do this in the garden whenever the house got too loud. My dad's a civil engineer, so there was constantly someone talking about blueprints or concrete scaling at the breakfast table." ​Bianca let out a low, genuine chuckle, leaning back onto her elbows. "Sounds chaotic. My house was just very curated and very loud in a completely different way. I have two gay dads, and they own a boutique shopping mall back in Connecticut, so my breakfast table was just them aggressively debating window displays and fall color palettes over espresso." ​I grinned, looking at her structured black unitard with a newfound appreciation. "Okay, so the immaculate wardrobe makes total sense now

he said, “now that we’re back, can you please explain what’s going on?” Mia leaned forward. “It wasn’t Callum’s parents again, was it?” Callum’s expression tightened. “Not exactly.” I sighed and decided to just get right into it. “Bianca has been named heir.” “What?” Mia breathed. I took a deep breath and explained everything. My father’s strange behavior, the witch, Ambrose, Bianca showing up with a tiara on her head. It still felt unreal, saying it out loud. I kept glancing at my pillow, hoping that I would wake up and find it had all been a bad dream.

It creaked open slightly—and Enzo stepped inside, his expression unreadable, as always. "Sir," Enzo said, voic e low. "Bianca's parents are here." Luca's jaw clenched. Enzo hesitated, then added, "They demand to speak with you. Alone."

“She thought we wanted her dead. I can feel the cord, but I don’t know where she is. Scarlett was the only one who knew how to reach out with it. Even if we somehow learned, do you think she’d want to come back? After everything we put her through? She wouldn’t dare. We couldn’t protect her, and now… Bianca’s lies sealed her fate with the Elders. Why did our parents make these laws? Why did they create such harm?” Hearing Bianca’s name was enough to snap me out of my sorrow and fill me with a raw, burning fury. The memory of her smug face twisted my insides. Without a second thought, I stormed out of the room, my chest a knot of rage and grief, each step driven by the need for revenge.

she asked. "Her father is a businessman, and her mother is an opera singer. They have lived overseas for most of their lives, and so it didn't come as a surprise that they raised such a talented pianist. Nature and nurture." 'They must be a happy family of three. The perfect parents and their only daughter. Bianca is probably that wilful and selfish because she has parents who love her,' Anne thought. "I heard that the Faye Family had helped Mr. Marwood in the past, so he takes care of Ms. Faye," Xander added.