Harlequin Bianca: Novelas

By chance, she encountered trouble with this dominant bully who not only teased her but also refused to let her go. "I can give you money, please let me go!" The bully sneered wickedly and replied, "Sure." And so, from that moment on, she carried an enormous debt and cried tears of despair. "What?" This bully was actually the heir to a wealthy and powerful clan with vast financial resources that spanned the world? Bianca, furious, cursed, "You scoundrel! ..."

Ten years ago, I ditched a high-paying job for my family. A decade later, they asked for my kidney—supposedly for my daughter, Talia. Turns out, the real patient was Hudson's first love's son. They didn't even fake remorse. Hudson sneered, convinced I couldn't survive without him. Talia called me old and fat, acting like I should be grateful to help Bianca's kid. A whole decade of sacrifice, and what did I get? No love. No thanks. Just entitlement. To them, I was nothing but a free, disposable maid. So I walked. No regrets. I rebuilt my life, found a job, and never looked back. Then reality smacked them. Hudson and Talia finally realized everything I'd done. They begged me to come back—but my heart was already stone-cold. In the end, I left the country, threw myself into work, and finally learned what it meant to live.

It's been four years since Bianca Moretti's Dad passed away. Her mom decided to get married to a man she felled in love with, the Rossi family. Bianca wasn't in support with it till she met her stepbrother. Emilio Rossi, the first child and only son of Alejandro Rossi. Emilio is a good example of introvert, he doesn't talk that much. He only cares about his three little sisters after their Mom abandoned them a long time ago. He's arrogant, hot-tempered and rude. After seeing he new stepsister, he knew that he had to be careful.

Adam Harun Saguna was one of the heirs to the AS Corp, the business empire of the Saguna family. He was pressured by his mother to immediately bring to her a prospective daughter-in-law of equal standing with their aristocratic family. A tragedy made Adam meet Bianca Savitri. This young woman grew up in an orphanage. Intrigued by her personality, Adam secretly sent Bianca flowers each day and began to fall in love with her. Even under the dilemma, Adam wanted to pursue Bianca, which clearly did not meet her mother's requirements. Would Bianca receive Adam's love? And how was Adam's struggle to win his favour?

A Crowned Orphaned Princess who has lived, sheltered and Secluded life since childhood was offered an opportunity by her Dying Grandmother -- The reign Queen of Astheria. An opportunity to leave Astheria and see the outside world which had been her utmost Desire, Alongside her best friend who has served her.On their lavish and oppressive trip, the duo found themselves in Beverly Hills Academy, California. A playground for heirs and heiresses all over the state where influence and hierarchy of power purely mattered. A school where no one wanted anyone more dominating than them! Especially the reigning school belle, "Bianca Wells". Falling in love was never on her list -- but everything Changed When she met The Young Master. A Flame erupts when a sickly domineering personality clashes with an innocent, dignified, yet savage crown royal within and outside the walls of the school.

Once, the love between me and my mate, Logan Hunt, seems almost invincible. He loves me, and I love him. Even if no one knows I'm the wife of Hunt Corporation's CEO—and our relationship remains a secret—we still love each other deeply. Until one day, his childhood sweetheart, Bianca Miller, returns to the city after a divorce. Since then, Logan has started coming home late. It hits me that our love may be nothing more than my one-sided feelings. I'm only one of his many. When Bianca moves into our home under the excuse of unfinished renovations, disrupting our private space, I know our relationship is destined to fall apart. If anyone is going to leave, it has to be me. So, I disguise the Mate Bond Dissolution Agreement as an inconspicuous document and make him sign it. Everything is on track until fear and anxiety dawn upon me. I find out I'm carrying a pup. Deep in my heart, I know Logan would never allow me to take away his pup. Therefore, I shrink myself and avoid him. The moment the agreement takes effect, I leave quietly, carrying our pup, an existence he knows nothing about. By the time he finds out the truth, I'm already gone from his world…

In my past life, my best friend and I married twins at the same time. We shared secrets, complained about our husbands, and teamed up to outsmart our overbearing mother-in-law—it was truly enjoyable. Until the day I nearly died giving birth to twins. As I lay on the brink of death, my best friend cradled my newborns and revealed the cruel truth. “Thank you, Bianca, for giving me such adorable twins. You had no idea, did you? The twins only ever loved me. If I had the ability to give birth, we wouldn't have used you as a tool to have kids. "You’re poor and have never been loved, so it was far too easy to manipulate you. Even the way your husband loved you? It was all my idea—I planned every move he made. “Oh, and every time you two were intimate, I was watching through the cameras—every single time!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day I met my best friend.

Albert Roosevelt was the crush I was never meant to have. Like an idiot, I believed loving someone meant giving them everything, even if they didn't care about you. So, I trailed after him like a desperate puppy, bending over backward to meet his every whim. When he couldn't afford tuition, I begged Dad to fund him, sending him to the best schools. When his worn-out clothes made him a laughingstock, I pitied him and showered him with designer labels. And what did he do? He used what I gave him to chase after a gold-digging campus belle. To keep up appearances, he blew through money like it grew on trees. He even spread rumors that he was the real heir to the Roosevelts. To him, I was just an ATM. "Your family's loaded. It's not like you'll miss a few hundred grand. If you're gonna be stingy, maybe you should stop following me around," he said when his wallet ran dry. And like a fool, I believed that if I kept paying, someday, he'd love me back. After graduation, I funded his startup. The second it took off, he married the campus belle. He had the nerve to claim he earned everything through nothing but hard work. So, I crashed his wedding, and he buried a knife in my chest. "Only when you're dead, Eve Roosevelt. Only then will my pathetic past stay buried." When I opened my eyes again, I was face-to-face with a scowling Albert. "You can't scrape together a few hundred thousand dollars? It's Bianca's birthday. Are you trying to humiliate me?" I looked around the room and rolled my eyes. "Sure, I'll pay. But first? Kneel. You look pretty enough. Consider it charity, peasant."

After she was dumped by her fiance just when they were about to wed, Bianca's parents decided to arrange for her to be married to Richard Smith, the Alpha's only son, believing it was the best thing for her. But she doesn't want this; going into something as big as marriage with someone she hadn't even seen before. To make matters worse, she learns he is a famous playboy who didn't sleep with the same girl twice. Rage filled her and she ended up in a nightclub. Under the influence of alcohol, she ends up having a passionate one-night stand with a very hot stranger who saved her from being taken advantage of that night. She thought it was just a one-night stand and it would be forgotten, but what if a twist of fate reveals that the hot stranger is none other than the famous playboy, her future husband, Richard Smith? Then what ultimately happens when Richard's long lost ex girlfriend who he never officially broke up with returns, ready to go any length to get back what's hers?

Three months since my husband, Julian Moretti, disappeared. I walked into his favorite den, the grief so deep it stole the air from my lungs. I just wanted to breathe him in, to find any trace of him that was left. Then I heard it. A familiar laugh. And the soft moan of a woman. Through a crack in the door, I saw him. My husband, the man "missing" for three months, had his hand tangled in another woman's hair. "Baby, just a little longer," he said. "Soon as I siphon enough cash from the family's books, we're gone. You and me." In his arms was Bianca, from the Rosso family. "What about your wife?" she purred. "Let her play the grieving widow. She's nothing without me anyway." My fists clenched. The world went quiet, my blood turning to ice. The next day, I put the word out to the entire Family. "I'm holding a memorial mass for my husband." At the service, he stormed in, a ghost returned from the grave, roaring that he was alive and there to take back what was his. But I was standing next to his uncle, Dante Moretti, and all I did was stare him down. "Then explain," I said, my voice cutting through the silence. "Explain the woman. Explain the money. Explain your betrayal... to the Family. And to me."