Chapter 20
Bianca had always hated her sister, Isabella, even before she was old enough to know what hate
was.
Isabella had their father’s love, because her mother was his first love, but she had died after giving birth to Isabella, before he married Bianca’s mother
Bianca on the other hand was loved by her father, but Isabella was always favoured more. Especially when Isabella excelled at things, while Bianca was known as the troublesome child. She had hated Isabella so much, but she hid it well, waiting for the perfect moment to hit her where it would hurt her so bad,
Then came Marcus. The perfect person for her revenge. He loved Isabella a lot, Bianca knew that, but it was so easy to manipulate him, till he bent to her will.
The plan had worked so well, even better than she expected,
She had started that fire at the orphanage just to cause Isabella pain since she loved that orphanage so much. She really hadn’t expected that fire to spread so fast.
But it had worked to her favour. Isabella was dead, and she was enjoying Marcus’s fortune without a care in the world.
She thought all was well, until now…
She had overheard everything that Marcus had said on the phone.
Isabella was alive, but had been kidnapped by Marcus’s older brother, and Marcus was going to rescue her.
It explained everything. Why Marcus had been ignoring her. Why he was cold, distant, always locked up in his office, and always snapping at her
Bianca’s hands trembled as she leaned against the wall. Her mind raced as she processed what she had just heard.
Isabella was alive.
No, no, no, no. That couldn’t be.
She clenched her fists in anger. Everything she had worked for, suffered for, and manipulated was falling apart.
She had just started enjoying it. The mansion, the power, the respect, the money, and the way other women envied her.
The way Marcus used to look at her.
But now?
He was slipping away from her. She could feel it.
If Isabella came back… Marcus would leave.
He would leave everything for Isabella. That pathetic bitch with a soft voice. Bianca’s chest tightened as hatred boiled through her. No, she could not lose him.
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She had stolen him, and she would keep him as hers forever.
A cold smile spread across her lips as an idea flashed through her mind.
If Isabella was alive… then all she had to do was make sure she didn’t stay alive. That way, Marcus would have no other choice, but to stay with her.
Bianca stormed back into the large bedroom, shut the door, and locked it. Then she began pacing, her mind raced with several thoughts.
Few minutes later, someone knocked on the bedroom door. It had to be Marcus.
Bianca hurried to the door, adjusting the strap of her tight gown so that it would reveal her cleavage. She smiled seductively as she opened the door slowly.
Marcus stepped in, his eyes looked distant. His jaw was clenched, and he had a frown on his face. He didn’t even glance at her body.
“Marcus,” she purred, stepping in front of him and pressing her chest gently against him. “You’ve been locked away in your office all day. I missed you.”
He brushed past her without a reply.
Bianca followed, refusing to give up. “Let me take care of you, alright?” Her fingers grazed his arm lightly. “We haven’t spent time together in days. You’ve been so stressed.”
Still, there was nothing.
He sat on the bed, then bent down to take off his shoe, very distant. It was like she wasn’t even
there.
Bianca’s smile dropped.
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“You’ve been acting like a ghost,” she said sharply, her tone changed. “Like I don’t exist. What the hell is going on with you?”
“You need to move out.” Marcus said blankly.
Bianca blinked in shock. “What?”
He didn’t even look at her as he continued taking off his shoes. “You need to move out. Get another place to stay. I don’t want you here anymore.”
She spluttered in disbelief and shock. “What? I don’t understand. I’m pregnant, Marcus. With your child.”
He didn’t even glance at her, as he stood up and began loosening his tie.
“I’ll send you all the funds you’ll need for the baby.” He said flatly.
At his words, she laughed bitterly. “Oh, I get it now. You’re still hung up on Isabella, aren’t you? Is that why you’re treating me this way?”
Marcus finally turned to look at her, and his eyes were so cold, she almost shuddered.
“Of course I am,” he said flatly. “She’s my wife, and she always will be.”
Bianca’s heart sank. “She served you divorce papers before she died,” she snapped with bitterness in her voice.
“You cheated on her with me, and impregnated me. You even left her to die in that fire to save me, remember? You couldn’t even give her that extra gas mask! She didn’t mean anything to you!”
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His eyes blazed with rage.
Before she could blink, his fist slammed into her face hard.
She staggered back, luckily she fell on the bed instead of the ground. She clutched her face as tears welled up in her eyes.
Marcus was breathing hard as he glared down at her venomously.
“Don’t say that,” he growled dangerously. “Don’t ever speak about her like that again.”
He stormed out of the room without another glance, and slammed the door behind him.
Bianca lay on the bed for a moment, still in shock. Then slowly, her hand dropped from her cheek, and she snarled.
It was all Isabella’s fault.
She had to die for real this time.
Bianca grabbed her phone and clicked on a contact named Assassin.
She typed quickly.
Bianca: I have a job. Immediate termination.
Assassin: Details.
Bianca: A woman in her late twenties. Her name is Isabella Pierce. Her last known location is unknown, she’s possibly being held by Alexander Pierce, Marcus’s older brother. She’s not to be kidnapped. I want her dead as soon as possible.
Assassin: It sounds very complicated, and high risk. My prices are going to double.
Bianca: I don’t care what it costs. I want her dead before Marcus gets to her.
She paused, then she added.
Bianca: If Alexander proves difficult, kill him too.
She hit send.
Her heart was pounding from excitement.
This was it. Once Isabella was dead, and truly gone this time, Marcus would have no one else to run to, just her.
The future Mrs. Pierce.
She stared at her reflection in the mirror, and she smirked cruelly.
“Marcus belongs to me now.”
And no one was going to take him away.
