Novels by Love Crown

Dear Readers,I am Love Crown, the author of the captivating story you have just finished reading, "Entangled With My Rival CEO." This journey has been an emotional rollercoaster, and these characters have become an integral part of my life.Countless sleepless nights were spent trying to convey their thoughts, actions, and every aspect of their lives through my writing. Although it took approximately eight months to complete this story, I can assure you it was not an easy journey.I kindly ask for your understanding if you come across any mistakes, especially in the Italian language, as it is not my native tongue. Nevertheless, my love for the language is immense, and I hope to delve deeper into it someday.As we conclude the chapter on Alexander Aziel Cena and Camilla Idalia Kings' love story, I want to extend my heartfelt gratitude to all who supported this story. Even during times when I couldn't update as promptly as I wished, you remained steadfast.To stay updated on my upcomin

A resounding clap echoed through the room as Charles applauded Alexander, his tone dripping with sarcasm."Wow!... I guess I underestimated your girl then... hmmm, you're one lucky man, Alexander," Charles taunted."It took your lover just a few minutes to discover who I really was when I drove her to her destination, but you dummies, despite spending years with me..." Charles paused for effect before continuing sharply, "...didn't have a clue."He then shifted his attention to Harriet, offering a bright smile. "Great acting, Grandma... you truly deserve an Oscar," he mocked.Charles clapped his hands, turning his attention to everyone in the room. "All of this is well planned, but I must mention that if these men were to take me away now..."He left the sentence hanging, his gaze fixed on the SWAT teams whose weapons and attention remained firmly trained on his every move.He continued with a chilling threat, "Your dear Camilla and my dear aunt's husband, Uncle Rey, would die," makin

•~•~•~•~•Flashback•~•~•~•~•As Alexander returned to his hotel suite that fateful night, a whirlwind of emotions consumed him. He sat on the edge of the bed, his thoughts in disarray.How was he going to rescue Camilla?How would he even begin to break the devastating news of her disappearance to her parents?His hands instinctively rose to his hair, ruffling it in frustration, and he hung his head low in despair.Amidst the tears glistening in his beautiful blue eyes, he noticed a purple, sparkling device on the floor. His mind raced as he realized it was Camilla's phone.Slowly, Alexander reached out and picked up the device, a face-down iPhone. He turned it over to reveal the blank screen.With a soft double-tap, the phone came to life, prompting him for a passcode.Without hesitation, he input the code, granting access to the phone's contents. What he saw on the interface not only shocked him but sent chills down his spine."Alexander, it's urgent. You need to know that Charles

Charles paused for a moment, taking a deep breath, his hand hovering over the doorknob.He hesitated, unsure of what awaited him on the other side.Just as his fingertips grazed the cold metal, the door swung open, revealing a breathtaking woman in her mid-thirties.Her long black hair cascaded down, framing her face with a sense of elegance.Her hazel eyes, piercing yet familiar, held a sense of curiosity.She was dressed in an elegant black gown that accentuated her curves, an hourglass figure that caught Charles' attention.A white stethoscope hung from her neck, hinting at her profession."Mr. Wilton," she began, a small smile dancing on her lips. "You are here?" Charles furrowed his brow."Yes, I just arrived. Doctor... How is my grandmother?" he inquired, his gaze shifting from the woman to the room beyond her.She glanced briefly over her shoulder, then turned back to face him."She's stable at the moment," the doctor said, her voice composed and professional."However, we need

"Pull the trigger." the male whispered behind Charles as he held the loaded GLOCK 19 pistol pointed at Mary who was huddled in a corner, drenched in sweat and covered in bruises as a result of all kinds of torture, sobbing quietly.His hands holding the pistol trembled, "Please," he begged for the second time. "I can't do this."The shadowy figure behind him persisted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do it, Charles. You know you want to. End her life quickly and painlessly. It won't take more than a second.""I can't," Charles whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I can't kill her.""If you don't pull the trigger, I'll do it myself," the menacing figure threatened from the darkness, causing Mary to shake her head vehemently and sob louder than before."No, Charles, don't listen...to him. You love me. You won't...kill me. You don't have to." She said in between hiccups and gut-wrenching sobs.Charles's breaths were ragged as he shook his head, tears streaming down his cheeks as

Camilla's heart dropped, her body frozen in shock and horror at his confession. The room felt oppressive, the atmosphere charged with an eerie energy.Tears welled up in Charles's eyes as he continued to laugh, his grip tightening on Camilla's arm. "Oh, the look on her face when I took her last breath," he rasped, his voice laced with sadistic delight.Camilla's mind raced, the gravity of the situation sinking in. She needed to find a way to escape, to get out of this nightmare before it was too late.Charles's laughter finally faded, replaced by a deranged grin. "That slut...I killed her and if I had a time machine, I'd go back and do it again." He said gazing off to stare at nothing in particular.•~•~•~•~•Flashback •~•~•~•~•George Cena Jr., Alexander and Isabel's father, was celebrating his fiftieth birthday and the entire family had planned a grand celebration for him.Gentle melodies floated in the air, emanating from the large speakers strategically positioned in the venue.T

•~•Solane’s POVI forced myself to breathe, trying to calm my racing heart, even as my chest tightened and a cold knot formed in my stomach.The air between us had shifted, like the stillness before a storm, and for a split second, I wondered if he'd heard everything.He couldn’t have heard, right? If he had, he would have said something by now.But still, that damn look in his eyes remained—unreadable, cold as the Baltic in winter. His gaze flicked to the phone at my feet.“Bad news?” he asked finally, his voice calm, too calm.I frowned, confused. “What?”"Did something happen?… You’re shivering," he said, tilting his head. Then, he wheeled closer and reached down to pick up my phone from the floor.He glanced at it briefly before speaking again. “You're lucky it doesn’t have a crack... Here.”Suspicion tightened in my chest as I hesitantly took the phone from him.Unable to hold it in any longer, I spoke. “How long were you standing there?” My voice came out sharper than I intended

•~•Aziel’s POV------Two Weeks Ago------The familiar scent of antiseptic filled the air as I wheeled myself into the hospital ward. I had been here more times than I could count, and yet each visit felt like a fresh wound, reopening all over again.My mother was there as usual, sitting beside the hospital bed, her hand gently brushing through his hair—The real Nathaniel Grant, my identical twin brother.He lay beneath the crisp white sheets, an oxygen mask over his face and a few wires attached to his body, keeping him connected to the world.She stared lovingly at him as if he was the only thing that mattered, her touch gentle, full of care, like she was afraid to disturb his fragile peace.It was a tenderness I had never known, not once in my life, and a bitter ache grew in my chest, but I pushed it back.“How is he?” I asked, my voice colder than I meant it to be.My mother didn’t look at me. "The same as yesterday. The same as he’s been for the last five years." Her voice was a

•~•Solane’s POVIt’s funny, really—how people preach forgiveness as if it’s the ultimate virtue, a balm for all wounds.“Revenge will only destroy you,” they say, spouting tired platitudes. But they don’t understand. Some wounds cut so deep that forgiveness feels like betrayal—it's like handing your enemy the weapon they’ll use to hurt you again.My Grandmother had a saying, “When you dig a grave for your enemy, dig one for yourself too.” Wise words, I suppose, for someone who never lived to see the kind of betrayal I endured. Forgiveness wasn’t an option for me—it felt like surrendering. Revenge was the only way to make them pay for every ounce of pain they had caused me and to truly heal.So dear Grandmother, my sincerest apologies—but I don’t fucking care if I’m buried next to my enemies, still clutching these grudges like heirlooms.The crisp night air carried the briny scent of the ocean beyond the hotel where Nathaniel and I were staying for our honeymoon.A gentle breeze play

•~•Solane’s POVI never thought I’d be standing at the altar, exchanging vows with the man who had his mother kill me.Yet here I was, clutching a bouquet of roses I had handpicked, wearing the most beautiful dress ever, ready to marry him under a new name and face. All for revenge.“Do you, Solane Blackwood, take Nathaniel Grant to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?”Once upon a time, the girl I used to be—Irene Lancaster, would’ve said yes without a second thought because she believed in the disaster called love.But reality has a way of shattering even the prettiest illusions. Now I know, love is just a fairytale we try to force into reality—A poison disguised as nectar, sweet until it makes you sick.My gaze flickered to Nathaniel, seated in his wheelchair, hands resting neatly in his lap, his expression unreadable as