The woman stood quietly on the entrance of the cell, staring at the beautiful and gorgeous lady who had just be found lying next to a very rich billionaire. Bianca was still fidgeting as she stairs back at the striking gorgeous woman in her late forties, dressed in an exquisite white dinner gown with her face sweetly made up and her legs well placed smoothly in a gorgeous emerald green heels. She was breathtaking in her dress.
Bianca heart skipped. She knew the face, not because they had ever met, but she had spoken to her once on phone. But Bianca has seen her pictures countless times on Riccardo’s phone. Riccardo has always spoken about his wife with a strange tenderness. He would show Bianca his wife pictures most times, telling her how gorgeous she is. Those words suddenly echoed in B
