A Night With The Illegitimate Son Of A Billionaire

Chapter 11: Confrontation

Sandro’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he drove through the winding streets toward Bianca’s house. His mind was a storm of emotions—anger, frustration, confusion—raging inside him like an uncontrollable tide. The news about Bianca had hit him like a freight train. He could barely process it, yet here he was, heading straight for her.

How dare she?

The moment he parked in front of her house, he didn’t waste any time. He slammed the car door shut and strode up to the front door, his jaw clenched and his eyes burning with fury. The thought of her lying to the world, playing the victim in front of the media, made his blood boil. And to make matters worse, she was dragging Serena into this mess.

The door opened before he could even knock. Bianca stood there, her blonde hair cascading around her shoulders, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of anticipation and triumph. She didn’t seem the least bit fazed by his stormy presence.

“Sandro,” Bianca said with a wild smile, stepping forward. “You finally came. I knew you’d come back to me.”

Before he could say anything, she leaned in, her lips parted, clearly expecting him to kiss her. But Sandro quickly stepped back, avoiding her completely. His eyes locked onto hers, his fury barely contained.

“No,” he spat. “We’re not doing this.”

Bianca’s smile faltered for a moment, but then she recovered, her expression shifting to one of confusion. “What do you mean? I’ve been waiting for you, Sandro. You know I love you. I knew the media thing would work. I knew it would get you to come back to me.”

Sandro’s patience snapped. He took a step forward, his voice low and threatening as he said, “You think this is about you? About us? You really believe I came back for you?”

Bianca’s face shifted, her eyebrows furrowing. “Of course you did,” she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “It’s just a misunderstanding, Sandro. You’ll come around. You’ll see that we belong together.”

“No,” Sandro said firmly, cutting her off. “I’m not here because I want to fix things with you. I’m here because I need to make something clear.”

Bianca blinked, her confidence faltering slightly. “What do you mean?”

Sandro’s gaze darkened as he took another step toward her, his body tensing. “I came here for Serena. You messed with her life, Bianca. You don’t get to do that.”

Bianca’s lips curled into a smile again, though it lacked the warmth she had been projecting earlier. “Serena? Oh, don’t tell me you’re still concerned about her. She’s just a distraction, Sandro. You’ll realize that in time. She’s not the one for you.”

Sandro’s voice hardened, every word laced with an edge of danger. “You don’t know anything about her. And you definitely don’t get to use her like this. You’ve dragged her into your petty game, and that’s where I draw the line.”

Bianca’s smile slipped entirely now, a flicker of annoyance flashing in her eyes. “I’m just doing what I need to do to get you back. You were mine first, Sandro. I won’t let some random woman take what’s rightfully mine.”

Sandro’s fists clenched, his knuckles white. “You don’t own me, Bianca. You never did. And I’m not going to let you ruin someone else’s life just because you’re too selfish to let go. Serena is not your game to play.”

For a moment, silence hung between them, thick and suffocating. Bianca was clearly taken aback by his harsh words, the confident, calculating persona she had been putting on slipping ever so slightly. But then she regained her composure, her eyes narrowing as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“So, what?” she sneered. “You’re going to protect her now? You’re going to choose her over me? After everything we’ve been through?”

Sandro exhaled sharply, exasperated. “Don’t act like you don’t know the truth. You never cared about me, Bianca. This whole thing—this little act you’re putting on for the media—it’s all just about you. You want attention. You want control. You want me to come crawling back, and you’ll do anything to get that.”

Bianca’s face flushed with anger. “That’s not true! I love you, Sandro. I always have.”

“Love?” Sandro’s voice was a bitter laugh. “You don’t know what love is. Love is not manipulating people for your own gain. Love is not trying to break someone else’s spirit to make yourself feel better. This is just another one of your games.”

Bianca’s eyes widened with disbelief, and for a moment, she seemed at a loss for words. But then, as if she had made a decision, her expression hardened, her jaw tightening.

“I didn’t ask for your judgment, Sandro,” she spat, her voice cold and sharp. “I’ll do whatever it takes to get you back. And if Serena thinks she’s going to have you, she’s in for a rude awakening.”

Sandro stepped forward, his presence imposing as he glared at her. “You won’t touch her. If you try, I’ll make sure you regret it. You’re not going to tear her apart the way you’ve torn me apart in the past. I’m done with you, Bianca.”

She took a step back, her eyes flashing with a dangerous mix of hurt and fury. “You think you can just walk away from me? From everything we’ve been through?”

“I don’t owe you anything anymore,” Sandro said, his voice cold and unwavering. “And I’m not going to stand by and watch you destroy the one thing that matters to me now. Serena is more than a distraction. She’s not your pawn. So stay away from her, Bianca.”

Bianca stared at him for a long moment, her chest rising and falling with each heavy breath she took. It was clear she hadn’t expected this. She hadn’t expected him to stand up to her, to reject her so completely.

Finally, she spoke, her voice quieter, but still laced with venom. “You’ll regret this, Sandro. You’ll see.”

Sandro didn’t even flinch at her words. He turned on his heel and walked toward the door, his hand resting on the handle. Before he left, he turned back to face her one last time.

“No. You’ll regret this, Bianca.”

And with that, he walked out, slamming the door behind him. As he made his way back to the car, his mind was still reeling from the confrontation. He couldn’t afford to let her manipulate him anymore, not now that he had Serena to protect.

As he drove away, he knew one thing for sure—he was done with Bianca, and whatever happened next, he was going to make sure that Serena would never be hurt by her. No matter what.