Call Bianca Novels & Stories

The moment my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light. **Alpha Lorenzo Bianchi - POV** I watched Gabriel dance with the woman on the dance floor, stealing furtive glances at the girl seated a few chairs away from me. Ever since that incident, I had buried myself in work to avoid women, but she felt different. It had been an hour since she walked into the bar, and I couldn’t shake the feeling she ignited something deep within me. Unlike the other women here, she wasn’t dressed provocatively, yet there was something undeniably pretty about her that drew me in.

It was on one of those afternoons that Bianca was brought to the estate. She had lost so much weight that her expensive clothes hung off her body. Her once-proud blond hair was tied back carelessly, and dark circles bruised the skin under her eyes. The moment she saw me, she dropped to her knees. "Miss Castellano, please let me go. Let me end the marriage with Luca." I sat in a greenhouse chair with Mia asleep in my arms. I didn't even lift my eyes at first.

Alessandro’s hand stayed on her back to keep her steady while his other hand tugged at the tight hold she had around his neck. Louisa hinted at his face lighting up a bit and his lips almost breaking into what seemed like a smile. His eyes darted to her and he reached for her hand to place a kiss on it “That's enough Bianca, you are startling her” He nuzzled his lips on Louisa’s knuckle as he spoke like he had read through her blank expression. Bianca was the woman’s name. Bianca De Luca. “Great! Two years later when I see you next and I’m being replaced by a different woman this time” Bianca whined as she dropped her legs down from him.

Drawing a sly smile on her face and informing them. “Then I shall go to where I am most needed, no, I just wanted to be. I’ll send you both the progress. Until later, Carol, and our white queen, Bianca.” “See you.” Carol waves and all smiles. The door then shuts close leaving the echoing words of Mayumi’s respect and title that the three calls Bianca. “Now, shall we both do the same, Carol?” “More than gladly.” “Then,”

He answers the phone immediately. “Yes, Bianca?” “I need you to attack someone for me,” Bianca huffs into the phone, nostrils flared as she gets back inside her car, slamming the door behind her. “Her name is Celia. She is going to be at my engagement banquet and I need you to make for sure she gets the message that she is not welcome in the Werewolf pack.” “Yes ma’am,” his tone is affirmative, “consider it done.” Bianca hangs up the phone and grips the steering wheel, her knuckles white as a sadistic laugh leaves her lips, her mind finally breaking because of Celia.

But on the baby monitor, a single message appeared. Destination: Antarctica. The Altar is waiting. Bianca looked at the rifle in her hand. She looked at the blood on her clothes. She didn't cry anymore. She walked to the kitchen. She found the bottle of whiskey Dante kept behind the flour. She unscrewed the cap and took a long, burning swallow. "Okay," she whispered. She picked up the phone. It was working again. She dialed a number she hadn't called in ten years. "This is Bianca Vane," she said when the line picked up. "Tell the Director the Ledger just moved. And tell him I’m going to need a very big boat."

Bianca paced inside the private lounge at the ball venue, her fingers tapping against the table impatiently. The anticipation coursing through her veins was almost intoxicating. Tonight would be the end of Serena Winthrop. When her phone vibrated, she grabbed it instantly, answering without hesitation. “It’s done,” Mr. Carter’s voice came through the line. A slow, wicked grin spread across Bianca’s face. She leaned against the mirror and admired her reflection, tilting her head slightly. “Perfect.”

“There’s something else… Bianca’s back in Paris.” Alec froze. Lucas continued, “She’s meeting with investors. Some of them are tied to Juliette.” “And?” “She’s offering a competing brand. She’s calling it Vera Black.” Alec’s fists clenched. “That bitch.” “Bianca’s aiming for the same launch window as Zara.” Alec’s voice dropped. “Then I guess we light both matches at once.” ⸻ Back at the penthouse, Zara received a call that made her go still.

she gestured, her voice sounding broken. She already had a lot to take care of and was feeling sleepy—all she needed was a rest. “Well, I think introducing myself will do best.” the lady flung her hair to the back, her lips stretched into a sinister smile. “My name is Bianca, and I'm the only sister to the late Luna to Alpha Don Dante.” she folded her arms against her chest. ‘Now, do you get it right?”

Bianca "Bambi?" Benji's voice drifts towards me, closer than I had anticipated. I look up to see him stepping into the room, his bare feet silently connecting with the cool tiled floor. A rush of confusion washes over him as he considers the precarious position I'm in. "Shit, Bianca?" he exclaims, the surprise lacing his voice. Before I can gather my thoughts, he gently rolls me onto my back, the warmth of his presence creating a stark contrast to the chill surrounding us.