Call Bianca Novels & Stories

Someone cleared her throat behind and she nearly jumped out of her skin. She turned and met a vicious Asian-looking lady. Bianca smirked seeing the expression on her face. She was dressed in black all through. Her informant had told her all she needed to know about Adeana and she decided to strike immediately. "Going somewhere, young lady?" Bianca asked and took a stroll towards Adeana who was suddenly angry. "Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?" Adeana asked and Bianca gave an airy laugh. "It's a shame that you would want to reap where you did not sow. Do you think going out with a man who you know is married is an ideal thing?" Bianca asked as she paced around admiring Adeana

Roman looked up and stared very surprised. “what are you doing here, Ronald?” roman asked with a glare. Ronald laughed and took a seat beside me. The girl he was with sat beside Roman looking bored as hell, she was dressed in black giving off the bad girl vibe. “well, we heard you were hear and thought of crashing” Ronald replied “and by the way, I never got introduced to your fiance” Roman rolled his eyes and looked at me “camila, this is my twin brother Ronald and my sister Kylie”

“How is Bianca?” “She’s fine. Absolutely fine. She’s gone with that vampire, the big blonde one with gender dysphoria, to meet the covens. I was in town, helping to create diversions when you arrived and,” he gestured around them to indicate that he had been with them ever since.

Satisfied, I turned on my heel as I departed the hall. The afternoon slipped by in a blur of duties and soon it was time for my dinner. “Do not ruin your dinner tonight Daciana,” Aunt Blaire lectured, her fingers deftly adjusting the lace at my collar. “Do not forget your manners. Allow the gentleman to lead, smile flirt a little but remember you are the prize so act like it.” I gave a polite nod, a bit nervous I made a few adjustments to my gown and hopefully everything would go smoothly like I planned.

“I won’t let it fail. I’ll make sure of it.” “Okay. I'll trust you.” she said her tone flat. We sat in silence for a moment, for a few seconds. Then, as if she had been waiting for the right moment, Cecilia spoke again. “And what about Bianca?” Bianca! That name felt a a knife stuck up to my hand and won't just budge. I took a sip, then answered. “What about her?” “Have you seen her recently?” Cecilia asked, tilting her head slightly.

[Dante] "What? What do you mean?" The words came out sharper than I intended, but I was already sitting upright in bed, a frown spreading across my face. The voice on the other end of the phone was calm and professional. My private hand—a detective, fixer, dirt-digger, whatever label fit best—never wasted a breath. He said Bianca had booked a flight for this morning but never showed. No record of her boarding. No trace of her at the airport after check-in.

Raul muttered under his breath, already knowing this ridiculous stunt was done just to rile people up. The car door flung open, and Bianco stepped out with his signature smug grin. "Hello, people!" he announced grandly. "I'm Bianco Montez, and with me is the queen of the night—my newly wedded wife, Mrs. Jasira Montez D'Amano!" "Fucking idiot," Raul hissed, rising to his feet, clearly ready to pounce. I grabbed his wrist. "Please... spare him," I said softly. With a clenched jaw, he sat back down, though still visibly annoyed. As if sensing it, Bianco glanced over his shoulder and winked at him, which only deepened Raul's scowl.

was all he said. Well, no fucking shit, Bane. Bianca was working effortlessly in the kitchen, moving from the marble-topped island counter to the eight-burner stove with ease. Honestly, I would have expected a personal chef. “Where’s my girl?” Bane asked Bianca, and my ears pricked. A surge of jealousy shot through me, but I pushed it down. I had no right to be jealous. He owned a fucking gentlemen’s club. He was surrounded by beautiful women—I’d seen them.

Bianca turned away from me, shifting her full attention to him, as if I no longer existed. “Bianchi is making his move,” she said smoothly, her voice turning all business. “I spoke to Papa this morning. He agrees we should act now.” I barely managed to breathe. Papa. Bianchi. The man who had groped me at the strip club. He was making a move? Papa; she wasn’t talking about her father. She was talking about Vincenzo’s, and the way she said it so easily, so naturally, as if she had every right to and it made my stomach twist.

I couldn't tell if they knew each other or if Chelsea recognized her at all. Then Chelsea straightened her shoulders, clasped her hands in front of her and a managed a soft voice. "Good morning." Chelsea said. "How may I help you, ma'am?" Bianca didn’t respond to the her. She looked Chelsea up and down the way one would look at a stain on their cloth. Then she turned to me as if Chelsea did not exist. “Leonard,” she said warmly. “It’s been too long.” “What are you doing here, Bianca?” I replied.