Chapter 58

Chapter 60

Author’s POV (Bianca)

Bianca stood in front of the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with flawless precision.

Every detail was perfect.

Every line intentional.

Every movement controlled.

She adjusted her earrings slowly, tilting her head just enough to catch the light. The diamonds shimmered against her skin, delicate yet sharp—much like her.

Elegant.

Refined.

Untouchable.

Her lips curved slightly as she studied herself, not out of vanity—but assessment.

Perfection wasn’t a luxury.

It was a necessity.

Especially tonight.

Because tonight had shifted things.

And Bianca never allowed herself to be caught unprepared when the game changed.

Her reflection smiled back at her.

Calm, composed and dangerous.

The faint echo of distant movement outside the mansion still lingered, guards repositioning, damage being assessed, quiet chaos being restored into order.

But here?

Inside her room?

Everything remained untouched.

Unbothered.

Exactly as she preferred.

A soft knock broke the silence.

Bianca didn’t turn immediately.

Didn’t rush.

She let the moment stretch just enough to establish control.

“Come in,” she said smoothly.

The door opened quietly.

A man stepped inside.

Careful.

Measured.

One of Lorenzo’s contacts.

Not important enough to matter.

But useful enough to tolerate.

Bianca’s smile widened slightly, though it didn’t reach her eyes.

“Well?” she asked, her voice light, almost bored.

The man inclined his head respectfully before speaking.

“It’s done,” he said. “The breach worked. Just like you planned.”

Of course it did.

Bianca turned slowly, crossing her arms as she leaned lightly against the edge of the dresser. Her expression didn’t change much, but there was a subtle satisfaction beneath the surface.

Everything had gone exactly as expected.

Not perfectly.

But effectively.

And in her world—

Effectiveness mattered more than perfection.

“And Brenda?” she asked.

Her tone shifted slightly.

Sharper.

More focused.

The man hesitated for just a fraction of a second.

“They almost got her.”

Almost.

That single word changed everything.

Bianca’s eyes darkened briefly, the shift so subtle it would have gone unnoticed by anyone who didn’t know what to look for.

But it was there.

“That’s not good enough,” she said.

Her voice remained calm.

But there was no softness in it.

No room for excuses.

The man shifted slightly under her gaze.

“Damian intervened,” he added carefully.

Of course he did.

Bianca exhaled quietly, her gaze drifting away for a moment as if considering something.

He always did.

That was the problem.

That was the complication.

That was the variable she needed to remove.

Her expression hardened, not outwardly, but in a way that settled beneath the surface.

No frustration.

No anger.

Just adjustment.

“No problem,” she said calmly.

Because it wasn’t.

Not really.

This wasn’t failure.

It was information.

And information?

That was far more valuable.

“This was just the beginning.”

She pushed off the dresser and began walking slowly across the room, her heels clicking softly against the floor.

Each step deliberate.

Each movement purposeful.

The man remained still, waiting, knowing better than to interrupt.

Bianca stopped near the window again, her gaze lowering briefly as if replaying the events of the night in her mind.

The attack, breach And reaction.

Damian’s response.

Brenda’s survival.

Everything had revealed something.

And Bianca never wasted revelations.

“Next time…” she said softly, her voice lowering just slightly,

“…we make sure he’s not there to save her.”

The words lingered in the air.

Not dramatic.

Not exaggerated.

Just certain.

Because Bianca didn’t make threats.

She made plans.

And plans always became reality