Novel & Cerita Khr Bianchi

I watched Rhyker standing behind the counter and flipped the scrambled eggs with his pan, he was shirtless and wore a white apron with black joggers. He had one particular tattoo on the back of his neck, it's a drawing of a crown, the crown of Rosla. He whistled while making scrambled eggs. "Are you awake Hemilia? I'm sorry I wasn't in our bed, I wanted to make breakfast for you." He said not looking at me, I gawked at his strong and broad back that is able to give comforting hugs from him. "What's the special occasion?" I chuckled and walked toward him, he turned around and smiled.

"Want some beer?" "Um, yeah, sure," she answered mindlessly. "Who's Levi?" She then asked, and picked up a framed picture of a beautiful woman in her late 20's riding a bicycle. She had pale blue eyes, kind of like Jesse's - except that his had brown speckles. The woman was wearing a big smile. It was so contagious, that K felt a warm smile creeping up on the corners of her lips, too.

"Plus, we get to suss them all out." Slinging an arm over my shoulder, the shameless girl turns me around to look at the rest of the group. She points to someone at the front of the throng, talking animatedly, right in front of the camera. Her dress is skin tight, and a metallic gold, that has my jaw dropping instantly. Not only does she have curves any of us would be jealous of, she manages to keep her sleek brown hair immaculate, and her makeup flawless. "Phoenix Diamond. Desire Pack. Extremely wealthy, with high ranked parents," Zariah whispers.

Behind them was the Royale hotel, a place where the only richest could afford water. My throat went dry as my heartbeat increased, my eyes quickly ran through the words written below. ‘Alex Bianchi and Diana Reynolds, caught again. This time they are attending the birthday bash of Stephan Holt. This is the third time they are spotted together, and they look fabulous together. Has the rich billionaire finally decided to settle down for none other than Europe’s famous model? We can’t wait to know more about these two lovebirds. What should be their ship name?’ “Basich.” I grumbled, locking the phone and dropping it on the couch. “Bastard plus bitch.”

But…I sighed; Rachel is nowhere near me. "So, where is the created of this masterpiece," I said, looking at the waiter standing in front of me "We're so sorry but just as I was going to call her, she seems to disappear without any notice," the waiter replied, staring anywhere but at me. "But why..," I asked. I wanted to meet the master behind this masterpiece. "I don't know but that's how sometimes Rachel is..," "Wait, Rachel…." Did he mention Rachel, or something else? "Yeah, it's one of Rachel's original," He said, this time with a smile.

I want to punish her for keeping secrets, but she's not here. This man will pay the price for her. My frustrations will be vented out on him. He lifts his head slowly until he can look me in the eye. His battered face is swollen, and his skin is bruised from the beating Rurik gave him earlier. Luigi Bianchi is a made man in the Lanzarre Mafia, and Anton caught him snooping in one of our warehouses. When Rurik and I showed up, Anton's large bulk had the man already pinned facedown to the ground.

Any man who approaches my girls is as good as dead. "Gambone, to what do I owe this visit?" Bianchi asks leaning back on his chair. He doesn't look surprised to see me. It's as if he was expecting me. It would be so easy to take him out. He's a self-made millionaire who recently decided to join politics. That fucker Rizzo needs to go but is Bianchi the right person to replace him? "I'll get straight to the point. How much did Senora Vincelli offer you? I will give you double"

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

~88~ Chiara As we watched the event downstairs. Lia Bianchi walked in, shining like the brightest star in the sky. She took a glass from a passing by waiter. Regality and confidence oozed from her, something that she was suppressing because of her stupid worthless piece of shit ex husband, Bormann. Even his name sounded bitter in my mouth.

* As she neared the school hallway, Chris appeared beside her, wearing his usual laid-back smirk. **“Yo, Elie’s! You hear about the new girl?”** he asked casually. She shrugged, pretending not to care. **“What new girl?”** Chris raised a brow. **“Seriously? Everyone’s talking about her. Her name’s Bianca Rivers—her dad co-owns the school. She’s supposed to be crazy rich, beautiful, and...”** He paused dramatically. **“She’s had a thing for Damien forever.”** Elie’s rolled her eyes, brushing past him. **“Why should I care?”**