I Know What Love Is Whitney Bianca Novels & Stories

"If you want it, you can have it right now!" He crawled forward, trying to hug my legs, but I coldly stepped away. "I want you to disappear from my life." I pried his fingers from my arm, one by one. "Bruno, your love is a debt I can't afford. And I don't want it anymore."

Matteo turned back. Bianca was propped against the pillows, still holding the glass he had given her. “What is it?” “Do you still love me?” The room went quiet. Matteo studied me for a moment, exhaustion clear in his face. “Of course.” “I want to hear you say it.” “Isabella, I love you. But Bianca needs me right now.” I waited, but the system remained silent. Matteo rubbed his brow. “Is that enough?”

I don't see how that's possible when I've already seen him in person. "I wish I could see his face," Bianca lamented sadly. "But did he give you a love bite or something?" She inquired. "Love bite?" Confused, Isabella asked "Yeah, kind of like a hickey." Isabella stroked the spot on her neck where Matteo had sucked and bit her last night. "I don't think so," she lied, because she had no idea why Bianca was asking. "Great! So there is nothing between you two. Assuming he gave you one, it means he wanted more than just sex from you, but you're lucky it's just sex; hopefully everything will return to normal between you two," she explained.

“I know that what I’m doing right now is embarrassing, but I can’t stop myself from going to see him.” Whitney embraced the hand of the man standing beside her. “I love him. We love each other, but because there are too many differences between us, our relationship is not easy,” she said, surprising the man because of her fake story. “Nice story, but we don’t believe it,” Trish said with a scoff. “Knight Trish, I can’t force you to believe it, but it’s the truth. Have you never been in love until you were so cold that you couldn’t put up with it?” Whitney continued her drama.

Looking at the distress in Natalie's eyes, Bianca's heart clenched painfully, and the intensity in her eyes deepened. She took a deep breath and said, "I love him!" She said those words so coldly. However, no one knew what these three words truly meant to Bianca. She was someone who didn't understand love. In the past years, there had never been anyone who had captured her heart. Until now, she didn't understand what it meant to love someone. The next moment, Natalie grabbed Bianca's ice-cold hands. Bianca instinctively tried to pull away, but Natalie's grip only tightened.

"Winnie! You finally came to see me! I knew you couldn't bear to let me go!" Whitney looked at him coldly and raised her hand, slapping the flowers out of his grip. Petals scattered across the ground and were swept away by the wind, like her shattered past. "For my own good?" Whitney let out a cold sneer. Her voice was sharp and icy, carrying clearly across the entire crowd. "So your idea of love was humiliating me? Trampling on me? Joining forces with others to deceive me? Watching me fall apart for your entertainment?

I really love you, Abby exclaims. Debbie felt the sincerity of that voice and it must be Abby. How she wish that is it her. ‘Look Alexis, I don’t know you and I’m so sorry. I’m in love with someone now.’ Debbie excuse herself for a moment. She cries and walks out the garden. Abby follows her and whispers again. ‘Why you’re crying? You’re not alone. I’m here for you and embrace Debbie. Come on, sweet, can we have dinner now? ‘

“Oh no… I think I forgot to tell him something. But he already said that falling in love was not an option, so I guess that’s the same thing with what I was thinking earlier? I mean, not falling in love means that feelings should and will never get involved because he deemed it so? I think it’s the same thing with a different name for it, yes. So I guess that’s settled now, I just need to do one last thing, I should really get out of here.” Annika thought to herself as she felt like people were still watching her and could hear her every single thought.

Being an ex-regular, Bianca was well aware that it was unusual for them to have special clients. With that, she was prompted to ask, “…May we know who the client is?” “Oh! She’s Dennis Stanley’s goddaughter who goes by Whitney Baun! She used to be Young Master Burton’s first love, I think. That would certainly explain why she carries his gold card around-”

“I love you.” The words hung in the air, heavier than any vow. His chest heaved as if the admission itself was a battle won with blood. Bianca blinked, stunned by the naked truth in his tone. Her walls trembled but she remembered the council, the stares, the humiliation. She remembered his silence. “You say you love me,” she whispered, stepping closer, eyes glistening. “Then why was it so easy to believe the worst of me?”