My Bestie's Dad Likes Me Wet-Chapter 96 BIANCA ELENA SONNIE

BIANCA POV

Yes.

I’m a bitch.

Not just any bitch.

I’m the fucking big bad boss bitch.

Fuck Grant Calloway for thinking he had any shot at happiness after my own parents died and all hands pointed to him till date.

Fuck the stupid daughter I had for him if she thinks I cared for anyone aside from my own self.

And fuck Nova Hart, the wretched bitch who’s always pissed me off. She had everything I’ve ever wanted given to her on a platter of gold.

She got Grant’s attention. Grant who’d switched from love to hate when I was pregnant with that oversized mistake. I’d thought things would get better after our wedding and after we welcomed the girl, but Grant never looked at me or touched me the same way again.

And I knew why. My pussy wasn’t as tight as it used to be before I pushed that big-headed girl out of my firm body. Childbirth ruined me. Stretched me out. Made me just like any other regular bitch out there—pussy-wise, of course.

I’d worked too hard on my body, spent too much on my face, invested too much in being perfect just to have it all ruined by pregnancy. And for what? A daughter who looks at me like I’m the villain and a husband who couldn’t even pretend to want me anymore.

Then this Nova girl came out of nowhere, and within a few months she had Grant wrapped around her pinkie. I hate being a loser. But even more, I hate seeing Grant happy.

If I wasn’t the source of his happiness, then I’d rather he died of a broken heart. Or better yet, I’d find my way back into his daughter’s heart, manipulate that stupid girl, then dispose of her and inherit every single thing that Grant worked for.

The goal is to be a fucking billionaire. To be untouchable, wealthy, and powerful. I want the whole world bowing at my feet, and I plan to get everything either legally or illegally. I don’t care which.

Money is power. Money is freedom. Money is the only thing that doesn’t betray you, doesn’t leave you, doesn’t stop loving you because your body changed.

Years ago, I seduced one of Grant’s men and convinced him enough to believe I actually loved him. This fool rushed his family and risked his life to steal an order he was meant to deliver, just for me. But unfortunately, I miscalculated.

I thought the goods were worth millions of dollars, something I could start a new life with. I’d calculated and schemed for years. I was even the one who suggested Grant do business with ROI, a deadly Russian mafia guy known to kill his enemies without blinking.

What I didn’t calculate was the goods being several million dollars short of what I needed. I’d arranged for ROI’s wife to be kidnapped so the husband could suspect Grant and actually kill Grant, so I could inherit his wealth. But the stupid woman died of high blood pressure before we even got to the location.

I had to improvise. Had her beheaded so it would look like she was tortured till she died. Then I spread rumors that Grant did it.

Naturally, the fool ROI was supposed to react and call for a fucking war that would definitely end Grant Calloway’s life. But he somehow spent months in a coma instead.

Talk about useless.

I had to run off to some abandoned area of Turkey and hide under veils and scarves till the people sent after me got lost. Grant was still alive, which meant my plan failed. Then Grant’s man who’d absconded with me had the nerve to ask me for a blowjob after a failed coup.

Yes, you heard that right.

Asked me to kneel before him and suck his dick like I was some common whore instead of the woman who’d orchestrated everything.

That was the last word he said before my knife gutted out his intestines. The smug grin on his face twisted into something more painful as he realized I’d killed him. Yes, I did.

And I enjoyed it.

I had to take years to strategize, pay off men, and build new moles into the necessary camps for my comeback. And now that the comeback is here, nothing will stop me from being the baddest bitch alive.

I’d infiltrated ROI’s camp after I heard through a very discreet source that he’d recovered. I was able to blackmail his right-hand man, and that wasn’t difficult because the idiot had embezzled a lot of funds, thinking his boss wouldn’t recover from the coma. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

It was easy to get him to do my bidding. Easy to get him to twist his boss’s perspective of things so he could hate Grant Calloway from the bottom of his heart. Easy to feed him plans and details and have him drop them as suggestions to ROI’s revenge-engraved heart.

ROI was supposed to kidnap and kill Grant in retaliation. But somewhere along the line, the idiot—like every other idiot I’ve worked with—gave up. His mental illness took over. Somehow he slipped my name to Grant and Luca Vitellio, and now they’re both on the lookout to bust my ass.

But I’m always one step ahead. I’ve survived this long by being smarter, faster, more ruthless than everyone else.

Nova Hart is going to pay for her sins of letting herself get loved by my ex-husband. And I’m going to personally kill her.

So far, my plan has been working perfectly. I’ve had one of my men waiting at Nova’s godmother’s house so if she comes around, she can be cleared off immediately. And personally, I’m parked on the route to Grant’s house, expecting her car to pass by anytime so I can floor the gas pedal and stage an unfortunate accident.

But so far, she’s yet to show up, and the heat is stifling under my mask.

I checked my watch. It’s been hours. Where the fuck is she?

My phone buzzed. A message from one of my men.

Target hasn’t been to godmother’s house. No sign of her anywhere.

I cursed under my breath. The little bitch was smarter than I gave her credit for. Or maybe she was just lucky. Either way, it was pissing me off.

I’d invested too much in this. Paid too many people. Set too many pieces in motion. Nova Hart was supposed to be dead by now, and Grant was supposed to be broken, vulnerable, easy to manipulate through Lena.

But the girl had disappeared like smoke.

Fine. If I couldn’t kill her directly, I’d destroy her another way. I’d already ruined her reputation, her scholarship, her future. I’d taken everything from her just like Grant took everything from me.

Let her run. Let her hide. Eventually, she’d surface. And when she did, I’d be waiting.

Because I’m Bianca Elena Sonnie. And I don’t lose.

Not to Grant. Not to some orphan slut. Not to anyone.

The world owes me everything I lost, and I’m going to take it back with interest.

Every. Single. Cent.