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!”

understand just how badly they had messed this up. My nails dug into the palm of my hand as I clenched my fists, trying to

my voice seething with contempt. “I paid you an obscene amount of money to make sure Christiana never walked out of that house. Yet here we are! She’s alive,

asked-” the shorter one dared to speak, but the glare I shot him made him stop

the distance between us closing until they could feel the heat of my anger radiating off

this was. I wasn’t paying them for half–assed attempts. I was paying them

any idea how close I was to getting everything I wanted? Alex would’ve been mine, all mine, if that woman and

to say or do. It was pathetic, really. To think I had put my trust–and my money–into their hands. I should’ve known better, should’ve taken care of

minor inconvenience for Christiana and the same old problems. The image of her and those brats walking away from that house unscathed made my blood

want answers,” I demanded, my tone icy. “How did this happen? How could

to find the words to justify his incompetence. “The fire started as planned, but there were

more people? You should’ve known! You should’ve planned for every contingency! I hired you because you were supposed to be the best,

bowed, not

out,” I finally spat, unable to look at them any

They scurried out of the room like the vermin