Call Bianca Novels & Stories

I smile sheepishly at the nodding Nora and the smiling Tiz. *** "Well, well, well," Bianca, the Team Leader of Team one smirk, and walks to where I was dressing my hair in front of the mirror inside the ladies room I frown; seeing her gives me unnecessary hate. "What is it now, Signora?" She smirks, "I accidentally saw a good play today when you all went out for your failed interview," She spat. I roll my eyes. "And that is?"

I hadn’t even told Nina about it. “Yeah, soon or later, he will fall harder than a ton of bricks. Before I forget, I’m Bianca Sinclair, but everyone I know calls me B. As you know, I’m Richard’s wife. We met over a month ago and decided to tie the knot,” I smiled and brought my fingers up and showed her my wedding ring just for the sake of it. “You hungry?”

Wyatt smiled happily. “Sure, let’s.” O’Brian replied with a frown as he could feel that he might have just placed the wrong bet this time around. After another five minutes of waiting the door creaked open as Bianca was the first to step into the room with a blue strapless, low back and glittery dress with a slit on the left side. She completed her look with black heels and a little black bag. Her hair was in a curly left-side updo. “Hello dear boys and girls.” Bianca said smiling elegantly something that came naturally to her.

Bianca tried to explain, trying to hold back her tears. “Caleb, she is Bianca Conti, former Luna of the Silver Moon pack” Duncan made the introduction, and I saw Caleb get even more confused, before understanding. “I’m your second chance,” he said, and Bianca nodded. “I told you we have a refugee seeking shelter from her former mate,” Duncan went on calmly, carefully guiding Caleb to understand. “It was you,” he said, still not looking away from Bianca. She nodded again, but didn’t dare to raise her head.

"You don't belong here." Bianca slowly raised her hands, mimicking the exact, mocking gesture he had used against her years ago on that brown sofa. She held his predatory gaze with eyes as cold as ice. "My name is Bianca Moretti Madurga," she said calmly. Mr. Elton's greasy smile twisted, freezing instantly on his face. The cocky expression drained from his eyes as the legendary Moretti name echoed through the room. He had been told the name of the person who had bought out his shares, but he had never once connected that powerful name to the girl whose dignity he had tried to take.

Before the host could even speak, Bianca called out from beside him. "I bid one dollar." The room went silent. Everyone quietly lowered their paddles. They all knew crossing her meant crossing Lucian. "Aria, back when you betrayed the family, I had you sold off. I never imagined you'd still be alive and well." "In that case, I'll just buy you back one more time." Understanding rippled through the crowd, and they began whispering. "So she's the traitor from back then. I didn't even recognize her in that getup."

ZARA “Grandpa,” Bianca called in the same saccharine voice and with the same smile she had used to address Luna Bella. A deep frown settled on Alpha Dixon’s face as his gaze landed on Bianca. “Don’t even for a second think I would welcome you with open arms. Ryan may bear the greater share of the blame, but you are far from innocent. You have your own sins to answer for.”

There was the Zimmer family and the Panther Gang... “He must have some secrets. Dig up everything there is about him!” Bianca said coldly. “I want all his secrets exposed. Every last one of them! Only then will I be able to deal with him!” “Yes, understood,” Michael said and nodded. “Off you go.” Bianca waved him off impatiently. She was ready to return to her hotel and rest. Her trip to the Cain family villa today had been a waste of time. It left her exhausted both mentally and physically.

I turned around and saw a woman a bit older than Fatima across the street. "Who's that, Bi?" I asked, and before Anderson could open his mouth, Bianca answered. "It's the Lady Cougar, Gia!" Bianca was also angry. "Oh, but she's going to learn she doesn't scratch around here anymore!" I said and started walking. "I'll help you!" Bianca followed me. "Little tiger... no... little tiger..." Anderson called, but I didn't even pay attention. "Listen here, lady, you already lost your clean record, now you want to lose your tongue too?" I stopped in front of the woman, one of those really vulgar types who seemed to have "tramp" written on her forehead.

She snapped. "Show me the dresses," Bianca told the woman. "Sure, Miss." The woman bowed her head at Bianca and turned to her, "Sorry, ma'am, but Miss Bianca is going to be Mr DeLuca's wife. I'm sorry. My assistant will attend to you later." The woman said. Bianca flashed her wicked smile. She gestured at the woman to pick all the dresses she chose for herself. "Ma'am," A teenage girl in a red midi dress smiled at her nervously.