Chapter 10: The Storm Unleashed
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It was late when Serena sat down on the couch, scrolling mindlessly through her phone. The apartment was quiet, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. Sandro had been away for days, and though she had tried to distract herself with small tasks, her thoughts kept drifting back to him. His absence was beginning to feel more like a weight rather than a relief, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of uncertainty that clung to her.
Just as she was about to put her phone down, a notification popped up—breaking news from one of the most popular gossip sites. Serena hesitated for a moment before tapping on it, her eyes narrowing as the headline caught her attention:
“Fiancée of Sandro Allegri Speaks Out: ‘He Ran Away with Another Woman’”
Her heart skipped a beat as she clicked the link, the video automatically playing in front of her. Bianca’s tear-streaked face filled the screen, her eyes red and swollen as she spoke in between sobs.
“Please,” Bianca’s voice cracked, “I… I don’t know what happened. He just left me… with no explanation. He ran off with some woman he barely knows… And I’m left here, broken, alone.” Her voice wavered as she held up a shaky hand, a weak attempt to push back the tears. “Sandro, please, come back to me. I love you.”
The words hung in the air, raw and desperate, and the screen was flooded with a stream of comments from viewers, speculating, judging, and offering sympathy. Serena’s stomach twisted as she watched, her mind racing with a mix of confusion and disbelief.
How could Bianca do this? Why would she lie like that?
Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. Serena jumped slightly, startled. She wasn’t expecting anyone. Still, she pushed herself off the couch and walked toward the door, her hand reaching for the handle.
Opening the door, she found Isabella standing in the hallway, an unreadable expression on her face.
“Is everything okay?” Serena asked, her voice tinged with concern.
Isabella didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she stepped inside, her gaze briefly flicking to the phone in Serena’s hand.
“Did you see it?” Isabella asked, her voice tight with frustration.
Serena nodded, her grip tightening around the phone as she replayed the video in her mind. “Yeah, I did. But it doesn’t make sense. Why would Bianca say something like that? Is it really true?”
Isabella let out a sigh, moving to sit down at the kitchen counter. She folded her arms across her chest, her expression hardening. “It’s not true. Trust me, Bianca’s just… playing the game. She’s manipulating the situation to get Sandro back. She’s doing this for attention. The whole thing is a set-up.”
Serena blinked in surprise. “But the video… she looks so upset.”
“I know,” Isabella said, shaking her head. “But Bianca’s a pro at faking it. She’s done this before. She’s been trying to get Sandro back for months. She won’t stop until she has him, no matter what.”
Serena frowned, the puzzle pieces not quite fitting together. “So, she’s… lying?”
“Exactly. She’s pretending to be heartbroken so that people will pity her and Sandro will feel guilty. She wants him to come back to her, and she’s willing to make the whole world believe it’s his fault.” Isabella’s eyes flashed with irritation. “I don’t know what Sandro saw in her to begin with.”
Serena’s heart pounded in her chest as she tried to process what Isabella had just said. “But… why would she want to do this? Does she think this will work?”
Isabella let out a frustrated sigh, clearly fed up with Bianca’s manipulative tactics. “She thinks it will. She’s been doing this for years. It’s how she operates. And now, with all the media attention, she’s going to keep pushing Sandro until he feels like he has no choice but to come crawling back to her. And that’s exactly what she wants.”
Serena didn’t know how to feel. Part of her wanted to believe Isabella, to trust that Bianca was just playing games, but another part of her felt a strange unease settle in her chest. Bianca’s tears had looked so real. Too real.
She rubbed her temples, trying to shake off the dizzying swirl of thoughts. “I don’t understand. Sandro doesn’t care about her anymore, right?”
Isabella’s gaze softened, though her eyes still carried a hint of frustration. “No, he doesn’t. Sandro made his choice. He’s not coming back to her, no matter how hard she tries. But she doesn’t care. She’ll keep fighting for him, even if it means making everyone believe things that aren’t true.”
Serena took a deep breath, her eyes flicking back to the video still playing on her phone. The comments were pouring in, some in support of Bianca, others in anger at Sandro for his supposed betrayal. The world was watching, and the story was spreading like wildfire.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed with a new notification. She glanced at the screen and saw a message from Marco.
“You good? Saw the news. Call me.”
Serena typed back quickly, her fingers trembling as she replied.
“I’m fine. Just… confused.”
She hesitated for a moment, then added, “Isabella said Bianca’s just faking it. Do you think that’s true?”
The message came through almost immediately. “Yeah. Don’t trust it. Bianca’s got a way of making people feel sorry for her. Sandro’s not going back to her. It’s just a game for her.”
Serena’s heart clenched at Marco’s words. She didn’t know why, but something about the whole situation didn’t sit right with her. She wanted to trust Isabella and Marco, but what if they were wrong?
“What do we do now?” Serena asked, her voice small as she turned back to Isabella.
“Now, we stay out of it,” Isabella said firmly. “Sandro doesn’t need this kind of drama. He’s made his choices, and Bianca needs to learn to accept them.”
Serena nodded, but as she stared at the screen, she couldn’t help but feel like the storm that was just beginning had only scratched the surface. The media buzzed with outrage and sympathy for Bianca, and no matter how much Isabella and Marco assured her, she couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that this wasn’t over.
Not by a long shot.
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