Nancy Blanco Novels & Stories

Chapter 60: Violetta Nancy looks at me like I am a speck of dust on her expensive cream-colored coat. Her jaw drops slightly, her perfectly painted lips parting in surprise. She steps back, her leather boots clicking sharply against the concrete floor. "You don't know what you're talking about," Nancy says, her voice losing that fake, sweet tone. She looks right past my shoulder, trying to lock eyes with Caleb again. "Caleb, talk to me. Who is this girl? Why is she standing in our space?"

"Tell me, what about Nancy?" At this moment, Bianca felt like she couldn't even hear her own voice. Everything was a mess! Why were these people disrupting her clarity after she left Simeria? What had she done to them? Why did they keep stirring up storms in her world? "Heh, Bianca! You're quite something, having Zane take Nancy away just to confront me? What's with the act now? Aren't you such a capable and fearless person? Now, you won't even admit it?" said Malcolm, his tone dripping with danger.

"Miss Nicole someone wants to see you." Her assistant told Nicole. She is not expecting anyone especially she gave a strict order not to book her to any appointment on this day. "Who is it? Didn't I told you not to accept any appointment for today?" Nicole reminded her assistant. "Yes I know but she insisted to see you. She said her name is Bianca Blanco." Athena and Nicole exchange look of confusion. "Ok send her in." Nicole ordered but she is wary of her mother's reaction.

she teased, dropping the folder on the table. Amaya gave her a look. “If that’s what you call surviving an ambush, then sure.” Kelly smirked, settling beside her. “Hey, I’m just saying—you’ve got that post-chaos glow.” Damian raised an eyebrow. “Is that an actual thing?” “Apparently,” Kelly said, laughing. “Anyway, I pulled up everything I could find. Nancy’s network is falling apart fast. But there’s something you should see.” She slid a document toward them. It was a photo—grainy but clear enough. Nancy, standing with another man Amaya didn’t recognize, shaking hands in what looked like a private airstrip.

Krystalina~ My eyes welled with tears, and my knees felt weak. I gripped his arm, blinking back the tears from falling. The wounds that I thought I had stitched well were now cracked open. Bleeding. I was bleeding from inside, my heart aching, and the embarrassment that his betrayal caused me lit inside me again. Nancy walked down the aisle with her father in a beautiful white gown with embellishments of real white roses. Her face was covered with a white veil, but I could see the smile on her face.

Lola’s mother knocks twice and waits for a gruff voice to call out before opening the door. “Niko is here for you,” she says softly before stepping back. Blanco is a tall man in his mid-fifties. His hair combed back, suit tailored to fit his body, and slightly rounded stomach. All in all, he looks good for his age. “Niko, welcome. It’s good to see you come around at a time like this, I would have personally extended an invitation but I didn’t think you would come, Chicago appreciates your presence” He waves a hand for me to sit on one of the sofas, going around to pour two glasses of scotch.

If I had money, I would have never done any of these. That means only one option is left. I close my eyes and take a deep breath to gather all the guts inside me. My heart pumps fast for what I am about to do. I can do this. It's just hair. They will grow back. Focus on the money. Freedom. It’s not even a week since I bleached and dyed my hair blue. I was so happy with the color and texture as it made me look like a species from Pandora. An Avatar Princess.

My mother never contradicted Jaime, no matter how far she went. I watched Jaime act so carefree. My hands lowered, then weakly clenched before falling open again. A sudden thought struck me. Everything I had done over the years had not been worth it. Jaime noticed my blank expression and let out a cold laugh. She threw the divorce agreement I had sent her onto the table. I had already signed it. The space for her signature remained blank. “I’ll pretend I don’t know about the divorce. I’ll have someone prepare the medicine for the next few months. Don’t call me cruel.”

I didn't expect Carlos to send her to the psychiatric hospital, let alone Nancy And this one personally, the city, said ado, to beg for mercy. Michelle was really making a big deal out of it. “What is your relationship with Michelle?” I asked, out of curiosity. Nancy picked up her glass and after emptying half of it, she finally said: “Nothing promised a friend would save her.” “And who is your friend?” I asked again. I only asked casually, but Nancy replied seriously: “Maybe I know her. She is also called Natália Moom.” I didn't know what to say. Suddenly I understood what she was talking about. Nancy was here to upset me.

I turned back dialing a number. Suddenly someone walked closer to me, she fell on her knees. “Please don't kill us,” she pleaded, but before I could respond she zapped me with a teaser and I fell down…everything slowly went blank.