NovelEnglishChapter 91
Bianca's POV
| stared at the screen, my eyes narrowing as | watched the security footage on my phone. Empty. The warehouse
was empty. Christian was gone.
“What the hell?” | hissed under my breath, pacing the room like a caged animal. My mind raced, trying to piece
together what went wrong. My fingers tightened around my phone, the sharp sound of my heels clicking against
the marble floor filled the air as | paced.
| had paid good money. a lot of money, for this. | wanted her broken, desperate, dead. That woman had no right
to be breathing, let alone walk out of that warehouse like nothing happened.
Enrico Ibarked, my voice cutting through the silence of my room. My henchman hurried in, the look on his face
cautious, almost afraid. He should be.
“Ma'am” he asked his voice trembling slightly, which only made my rage boil over even more.
“Explain tohow the woman | hired you to get rid of is suddenly out in the world again, | growled, turning my
phone to face him, the footage showing the empty chair where Christiana should have been. “What kind of
incompetent idiots are you working with
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEnrico swallowed hard, his face paling. “I don’t understand. The men were instructed to-"
“Sparethe excuses” | snapped, slamming my phone down on the table. “Do you have any idea what's at
stake here? That woman was supposed to disappear. She's supposed to be dead by now!”
My chest tightened with fury, my nails digging into the leather of the armrest. Christiana had gotten away.
Somehow, that worm of a man, Marco, must have turned on me. He must've released her. Why?
“Find him Now” | barked, stepping closer to Enrico, watching him flinch. “And when you do, bring him to me. |
want answers, and | want them fast”
“Yes, maam” He stumbled back, turning on his heel to leave.
I slammed the door behind him, my heart pounding in my chest. Marco. He betrayed me. There was no other
explanation. He had one job, one- and he had the gall to release her? After all I'd done for him? I could still
remember the day | hired him. Desperate. Pathetic Grateful for the opportunity to make scash.
“Oh, you're going to regret this,” | whispered through clenched teeth, my jaw tight. “No one betraysand gets
away No one
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1 walked over to the window, my fingers trembling with rage. Christiana had ruined my life once, and | wasn't
going to let her do it again. She had taken Alex away from me, turned him for everything falling apart.
into spathetic family man. She was the one responsible
I had it all. Alex, the lifestyle, the power, everything. And then that woman walked in with her perfect little
family, and suddenly. | was forgotten. Like | never existed.
Well not for long
| smiled bitterly, staring out into the distance. “Enjoy your little reunion with Alex, Christiana. It’s going to be
short-lived.”
Just as vas thinking about what my move would be, my phone buzzed in my hand. A message.
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| opened it, my fingers shaking with anger and anticipation.
“I'm sorry,” the message read. “I couldn't do it. She saved my mother’s life. | didn’t know it was her until | saw
her face. I had no choice.”
A scream of frustration tore through my throat. “You had no choice?!” | seethed, practically throwing my phone
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That was it. That was the reason. His stupid, soft heart had let her go.
| grabbed my phone again, dialing Marco's number with clenched teeth. When it went straight to voicemail, |
knew. He was gone. Vanished.
“Fine.” | said to myself, trying to calm the rage building inside me. “You want to play this game? Then let's play.”
| wouldn't stop until Christiana was out of the picture for good. This time, I'd make sure there were no mistakes.
My breaths cin shallow, rapid bursts, fury coursing throughlike wildfire. This wasn’t how it was supposed
to happen. None of this was supposed to happen.
Christiana should be dead. Buried. Forgotten. But no, she was out there somewhere, alive, probably with Alex by
now, basking in his attention, again.
“Ugh!” | screamed, storming over to the table and swiping everything off it in one violent motion. Papers, a glass
vase, everything crashed to the floor, the sound of shattering glass barely enough to soothe the storm inside me.
How could Marco do this to me? After everything I've done for him!
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