Call Bianca Novels & Stories

She clasped her hands behind her back and forced herself to appear composed as she faced Cameron and Lucy before her. Lucy fixed her gaze on Bianca's face before she turned to Cameron, a flicker of bewilderment in her eyes as she asked, "Who is this, Cameron? Why does she look so familiar?" Bianca, not giving Cameron a chance to respond, cleared her throat and calmly remarked, "Hello, Ms. Hart! It's probably because I have a rather common appearance. I'm simply a family member of a patient, looking for Professor Hart's assistance, nothing more."

A week later, I met Bianca at JFK. She wore a loose gray coat, her hair in a simple ponytail. No makeup, no designer bag. She looked like any other college student. "Viviana." She saw me, her eyes full of complicated feelings. I handed her an envelope. "One-way ticket to California. And a hundred grand in cash." Bianca took it, her hands shaking. "Why?" Her voice was quiet. "I thought... I thought you'd have me killed, too."

Heaven knew how hard she tried to control her anger, so she could only tell her the chair was expensive and hard to clean so keeping her legs on it wasn't adviced. Val only nodded and said. "How about you get me lunch, I'd appreciate anything that isn't salad right now. Thank you.” Was she courting death? Maybe. ~ At noon, Bianca arrived. Val heard her voice before she saw her through the open office door, poised. Always trying to sound charming even when she wasn’t. She had on one of those tight business dresses with sleeves that didn't look practical for anything but waving at photographers. She was extra, maybe extra should be her middle name. Bianca Extra Santoro. That sounds perfect.

I feel awful lying to my friends about it but Leon said the less people that know, the better. I fake smile up to Leon and move closer to him. Our hands and intertwined together and they are resting on the armrest of his seat. "I'm Bianca Harrison," I smile as I shake Noah's hand, "It's great to meet some of Leon's high school friends." I shake Reed's hand as well before I lean back in my seat. "Oh! Quinn, Sophie this is my fiancée Leon Bailey. Leo this is Quinn and Sophie." Leon gives them a curt nod and shakes both of their hands, "nice to have you apart of the wedding."

I glanced at her with wide eyes and she grinned. “I’m a slut.” Bianca concurred drawing my attention. I mean I guess it was fine if it made her feel less nervous. “Yes you are, and you can’t wait to go to the highest bidder.” “I’m a slut, this is just acting, it’s not real.” “You next.” Micah instructed. “Bye ladies…” Sophia drawled and stepped through the open curtains. Bianca turned away from me and rolled her shoulders. “I’m number 12, I have no name…” way to get into character.

Chapter 45 BIANCA "I'm not—" I started, but the woman wasn't listening. Her grip tightened, her other hand coming up to cup my face like she needed to confirm I was real. "I thought you were dead," she whispered, tears gathering in her eyes. "They said the council had—but you're here. You're alive. How?" "I'm not Elara," I managed, my heart pounding. "My name is Bianca. Elara was my mother, but she died seven years ago."

It was more like drawing a dagger. "Tell me you two aren't doing what I think you're doing," Bianca said. Even though it was a weekend, she was dressed in a nice, pink blouse and a dark navy skirt. She had her near-black hair tied back in a severe bun. She'd done her makeup, as well, making her angular features appear almost devastatingly beautiful. I felt very much like a turd she'd found on the stairs. "Tell me this isn't what it looks like," Bianca repeated. I paused. I didn't know what to say, except to parrot it back. "It isn't what it looks like," I said. Like that was going to make a difference.

Bianca knew the operation inside out. Bianca had never lived off powerful men; powerful men had been benefiting from Bianca's competence. And now, after helping push her out of the Brown family, Eleanor had watched that value move straight to the Davenports. At 2:00 a.m., Bianca was alone in her office at Barley Group headquarters. The boardroom battle was over, but exhaustion had finally caught up with her. She sat behind her desk, staring out at the Manhattan skyline, her shoulders heavy.

She must have been so wrapped up in preparing Jesse's birthday party that she hadn't even checked whose name was on the resignation form before blindly approving it. Bianca sure went all out for Jesse. I scoffed, cutting her off. "Don't bother. I've already resigned." "You've resigned? Since when?" Bianca was caught off guard. Then, something hit her, and she pinched the bridge of her nose. "Fine. The project has already hit the ground running, so we don't really need you anymore. Have it your way. I was going to be generous and keep your name on the account so you could get a cut of the commission, but since you don't want it, I won't force you."

" Ryker asked. "Business, we need her to help us with the designing of clothes for our celebrities." Gianna suddenly was beside Zane and Ryker hasn't gotten used to her sneaky entrance yet. "You scared the hell out of me Gianna. Don't just sneak in anyhow, it's annoying." Ryker rolled his eyes and before the two could start bickering, Zane walked away. Bianca's car stopped at her apartment to get something. She hurriedly walked into the elevator and when she got to the front of her door, she could tell something was terribly wrong.