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!”

just how badly they had messed this up. My nails dug into the palm of my hand as I clenched my fists, trying to keep from slapping the stupidity right out

obscene amount of money to make sure Christiana never walked out of that house. Yet here we are! She’s alive, and those damn kids are still

to speak, but the glare I shot him

between us closing until they could feel the heat of

was. I wasn’t paying them for half–assed attempts. I was paying them to get results, and they

how close I was to getting everything I wanted? Alex would’ve been mine, all mine, if that woman and her wretched spawn had

say or do. It was pathetic, really. To think I had put my trust–and my

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

my tone icy. “How did this happen? How

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 than we anticipated. The guards, the staff… they reacted

contain the scream of frustration that clawed at my throat. “That’s your excuse? That there were more people? You should’ve known! You should’ve

heads bowed, not

at them any longer. “And

scurried out of the room like the vermin they were,