Novel & Cerita Call Bianca

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW Bianca’s heels clicked against the marble floor as she made her way toward our table, her champagne glass already in hand. I could feel Becca stiffen beside me, and Liam’s thumb rubbed slow, grounding circles on the back of my hand. “Well, well, well,” Bianca began, stopping just short of our table. “Sierra Morgan. You’ve been quiet tonight. That’s… unusual.” I didn’t answer. I’d learned that with Bianca, silence was often the sharpest weapon.

will be alright. We will be fine " she added and stood up. " I will see you in office on Monday Miss" she smiled and bowed respectively " Are you going already?" Vanessa asked with a raised brow as she took her glass of wine and sipped it . " Yes Miss! I will see you in office on Monday " Bianca replied still keeping her sweet smile on her pretty face. " Wow! Okay then! Please take care Miss Bianca! Be good huh?" Vanessa shouted at the retreating back of Bianca. Bianca just smiled without looking back once as she opened the door and left the bar in a hurry! " Bitch! Lousy P**sy!. Wanting me to lend her family that huge amount of money?! The fuck did she think of herself??? I would rather

Banks, the personal assistant to the boss man. "This bitch is messing with the wrong damn one." Bianca pulled out her lipstick, reapplying glossy indigo to her pouty lips. Clearly on the warpath. "Tryin' to play me out, like I don't know the fuckin' schedule Ros gave me! It says—right there in bold ass print—that Mistress Belladonna is supposed to come on after Trixie Tango! Not Barbaria—stupid ass, ugly ass, uppity ass heifer!"

“I was so worried when you didn’t answer your phone, Eris.” Faro frowned as Sihana watched the interaction with a sad look on her face. He loosened the girl’s arms and stepped away from her. “I’m Faro.” The girl sucked in her breath sharply and backed away from him. “Where’s Eris?” “Who are you and what’s your connection to my brother?” Faro asked her instead of answering. “My name is Bianca,” she said softly and glanced at the door. “Where is Eris?” “Are you a new hire my brother was cozying up with?” Faro’s gaze was filled with disdain and Sihana stood up from her desk. The glare she gave Faro spoke volumes.

Anyone who didn’t know better would think they were on a date. Bianca’s eyes flicked to Dorothy, a hint of bitterness flashing before she masked it with a smile. “You must be his wife,” she said, extending her hand. “I’m Bianca Roberts. If an incident hadn’t happened ten years ago, I would have been Bianca Everest.” She added, “Don’t you think that name sounds good? It’s the only female name that matches Everest.” “Love, let’s go,” Stefan said, taking Dorothy’s hand to escort her out—but Bianca grabbed his forearm immediately.

Not that I would have sat on the bed even if she had asked me to—I was sure countless men had shared that bed with her. "Giorgia. That’s his mother’s name," Bianca began. "She was just like you, Lisa." "Like me? Is she from California too?" I muttered. "No, she wasn’t. She was Italian. What I meant was, she was a weakling—just like you." Bianca smirked.

"We break bread with the De Lucas. Nico won't mind if I talk to you, In fact, he’d probably prefer it, better me than..." She trailed off, her eyes flicking toward the entrance. The glass doors opened, the air shifted in the room. Bianca walked in. She wasn't alone, she had her usual entourage. Bianca wore white today, a cashmere coat and trousers that made her look like an ice sculpture. She scanned the room, looking for a target. Her eyes landed on me. Her lip curled, she whispered something to her friends, then started walking toward our booth. Sloane sighed, leaning back in the booth.

Smart Nita viewed Bianca as a trustworthy sister. She wanted to find an opportunity to have a good chat with Bianca. "Bianca, what do you do for work?" Nita curiously asked Bianca. "I'm a yoga instructor. Just like this!" As Bianca answered, she casually struck a warrior pose. Unexpectedly, as Bianca struck this pose, Nita and her sisters all got excited, breaking apart and standing in various yoga postures, all elegant and standard, which greatly impressed Bianca.

“What do you mean by this, Bianca? Are you protecting the rascal who crippled my son, Ferb?” Everyone turned to look at Bianca. They thought that she would back off after finding out the truth of the matter. However, her answer astonished everyone present. “What if I am?” Bianca tilted her head to the side and sniggered. “Mr. Horton, are you planning to hurt the man I love and trying to stop me from protecting him?” This shocked everyone. Did they hear it right? Did Bianca just say that Chase was the man she loved? Everyone knew that Bianca Cooper was one of the four beauties of South River City. She was known to have a cold personality and had the nickname of Ice Queen. She had never given