Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 47

Bianca’s POV

I paced back and forth in the slightly dark room, my heels clicking against the polished marble floor. The cold, calculated fury boiling inside me was barely contained as I waited for those incompetent fools to show up. My fingers drummed impatiently against the side of the chair, my mind racing with thoughts of how everything had gone wrong. How could they mess up something so simple?

The door creaked open, and two men stepped in, their heads bowed slightly as they faced my wrath. I could see the fear in their eyes, but it wasn’t enough to quell the rage that surged through me. I had expected more, much more. Instead, I got

failure.

“You idiots,” I hissed, my voice dripping with venom. “You had one job. One–Job.”

The taller of the two shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting nervously to the other man as if searching for a way out. But there was no escape from this. Not now. Not after they had failed me so miserably.

“Miss Bianca, we- he began, but I cut him off with a sharp wave of my hand.

“Don’t you dare try to explain this away!” I snapped, my voice rising as the fury consumed me. “How could you screw up something so simple? A fire, for God’s sake! Christiana should’ve been burned alive! Those brats of hers should’ve been screaming in terror as the flames engulfed them! But no, she’s got a twisted ankle, and they’re all perfectly fine!”

at my words, but I didn’t care. I wanted them to feel the full weight of my anger, to understand just how badly they had messed this up. My nails dug into the palm of my hand as

1 continued, my voice seething with contempt. “I paid you an obscene amount of money to make

one dared to speak, but

until they could feel the heat of my anger radiating off me. “Because if you had, we

Good. They needed to understand just how serious this was. I wasn’t

continued, my voice cold and biting. “Do you have any idea how close I was

put my trust–and my money–into their hands. I should’ve known better, should’ve

minor inconvenience for Christiana and the same old problems. The image of her

demanded, my tone icy. “How did this happen? How could you be so

swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to find the words to justify his incompetence. “The fire started as planned, but there were more people in the house

your excuse? That there were more people? You should’ve known! You should’ve

not daring to meet

I finally spat, unable to look at them any longer.

to be told twice. They scurried out of the room like the vermin they