"Hmmm, I wouldn't care," Celine quipped, a playful smirk playing on her lips. But as soon as the words left her mouth, she found herself under the piercing gaze of Ermanno's gaze."You are mine, Princess," he declared, his words a possessive decree that somehow set Celine's heart aflutter, despite the protestations of her mind. She hated the feeling, yet it felt oddly satisfying.Celine, her spirit of mischief undaunted, shot back with a teasing lilt in her voice. "Possessive, are we?"Ermanno's posture oozed with confidence, a resolute gleam in his eyes as he replied, "What's mine is mine, and I don't share."Celine huffed and retreated to a seat, muttering under her breath, "Greedy."Ermanno's smirk only widened, his response a cocky retort. "Exactly, Princess. I like to get what I want."“Ermanno?”Ermanno turned to meet Celine's gaze, his eyes seemingly imbued with a kind of magic that made her heart skip a beat."Yes?" he said, his voice a low, inviting rumble as he took a seat b
“Hello, Celine.”Leo's greeting was met with a scowl from Celine, her fury simmering just below the surface."What are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice seething with indignation. The memory of their marriage scandal still fresh in her mind, and his threatening texts had only added fuel to the fire.Leo walked into the apartment without invitation, his posture exuding confidence. "I have every right to be here," he shot back, a defiant glint in his eyes.Celine's temper was reaching its boiling point, her patience with Leo at its limit."Get out now!" she commanded, her voice cold and unwavering. The mask of love she had once worn for Leo had long since been torn away, revealing the cruel and arrogant man he truly was.Leo scoffed at her words, his own anger surfacing. "Look at you, being all forceful. You really fucked up, Celine," he spat, his words laced with venom.Celine's shock at his words quickly turned to fury, her eyes narrowing in disgust.“Fucked up? I fucked up? Is
"How long do I have to stay here? I hate hospitals."Ermanno offered a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, the doctor said you can go home. And I'll have my personal doctor check up on you until you're fully recovered," he said.Celine nodded, her expression somewhat relieved. "Okay, let's get going. Where's Fiona?" she asked, eager to leave the hospital.As if on cue, Fiona entered the room, her expression one of concern. "I'm here," she announced, her eyes shifting between Celine and Ermanno.Ermanno stepped forward, his gaze fixed on Celine. "I'm taking her with me," he declared, his tone leaving no room for argument.Fiona gave Celine a knowing look, her lips curving into a slight smile. "Of course. As long as she's safe with you," she said, her voice measured and reassuring.Celine's concern for Fiona was evident in her voice. "Are you going to be okay, staying in the apartment by yourself?" she asked, her eyes betraying her worry.Fiona nodded, giving Celine a small, reassuring smil
“Why are you here?” His voice was stern.Zelda's voice was smooth as velvet, her words dripping with seduction as she approached him. "You've been so distant lately," she purred, the question laced with implication. Her movements were calculated, her body close to his as she spoke. "Don't you desire me anymore?" she asked, her eyes burning with desire, hoping to rekindle the fire that once burned between them.He replied with an air of indifference, "I'll call you when I need you."Zelda scoffed at his words, the shortness of her dress betraying the severity of the situation. "It's been two weeks, and you haven't called," she snapped, her voice laced with irritation.He countered with a terse reply, "Because I don't need you."Undeterred, Zelda rolled her eyes and shot back, "That's bullshit. You and I both know that you can't go a day without sex. So how have you been surviving for two weeks?"He retorted with an unapologetic tone, "You're not the only woman I fuck."Zelda, unfazed,
Celine's nerves were palpable as Ermanno's eyes traced over her frame, the implication of her request not lost on her. "I don't mean 'sleep with you' like 'sleep with you'," she hurriedly clarified, her words tripping over each other. "I mean, sleep with you, like just sleep."Ermanno's chuckle was a balm to her frazzled nerves. "Calm down, Princess," he said, amusement dancing in his voice. "I understood what you meant."The storm raged on outside, the occasional crackle of lightning illuminating the room in brief flashes.Celine tentatively stepped into Ermanno's room, the soft glow of the lamp creating an intimate atmosphere. She clutched her pillow, her body trembling slightly with nerves."Thank you," she murmured, climbing into his bed with a quiver of apprehension.Ermanno's gaze trailed over her figure, his eyes lingering on her short lingerie. He swallowed hard, feeling a familiar rush of desire threaten to overtake his carefully constructed composure."This is going to be a
"My family wants to meet you," Celine said softly, her words tinted with both excitement and trepidation. Ermanno had already laid out a delicious breakfast for her."When?" he asked, pouring a glass of juice for her."Maybe before the week is out? Will you be free?" she asked, her eyes fixed on his.Ermanno gave a slight nod, his expression warm and open. "Of course I will. They are my in-laws after all,""Mmm," Celine moaned, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored the sweetness of the food.Ermanno smirked with pride. "I know," he said, basking in her enjoyment."Elena will dress you up," he informed her, his tone brooking no argument. "We are attending a masquerade ball today, and you will be my date."Celine's face fell, her expression pinched with reluctance. "Do I really have to go?" she protested, her distaste for crowded places well-known.“Yes.”"Good morning," Oliver's cheerful voice greeted her, his presence a welcome distraction."Good morning, Oliver," Celine replied wit
Celine sighed, a wistful expression clouding her features as she watched Ermanno answer the call, his attention now diverted. She felt something tug at her heart, a nagging sense of longing that she couldn't quite place."I'm so tired," she muttered, a weariness seeping into her voice as she headed towards her room. As she climbed into bed, her thoughts swirled, the events of the night replaying in her mind's eye.Despite her reservations, Ermanno's tenderness and affection had pierced her defenses, stirring something deep within her. ~“Do you think they would like me?”Ermanno's question hung in the air, his eyes searching Celine's for reassurance. "They already do," she chuckled, her smile reassuring him as they stood on the threshold of her family's home.With a firm knock, the door swung open, revealing Aaron's familiar face. "Hey, Dad," Celine greeted warmly, the affection in her voice palpable.Aaron's face lit up like the sun, his arms opening wi
As their lips locked, the world around them faded into oblivion, replaced by an electric surge of desire that coursed through their veins. Ermanno's fingers traced the contours of Celine's neck, his touch a fiery caress that fueled the growing inferno of their passion.The kiss deepened, their tongues exploring each other's mouths with a hunger that threatened to devour. They kissed as if it were their first, and their last, each kiss a symphony of raw emotion and unbridled lust.Ermanno, his eyes heavy with desire, released her from the intoxicating kiss, his words, barely a whisper, carrying a potency that rivaled their embrace. "Those lips can kill," he murmured, his voice husky with passion.Celine, still reeling from the intensity of the kiss, averted her gaze, her blush a telling testament to the powerful emotions that raged within her. "I'm still mad at you," she uttered, her voice a mix of defiance and vulnerability.Ermanno, his smirk both charming and infuriating, seemed und
Celine’s PovTwo months into our honeymoon, I still woke up every morning thinking I was dreaming. Travelling from one amazing location to another wrapped in Ermanno's love and possessiveness, it had been nothing less than delight. Whether it was kissing me in bed or dragging me into quiet nooks to whisper sinful things in my ear, he spoilt me nonstop. Breakfast in bed But most of all, I loved his attitude towards me, as if I were the only thing that counted in his life. Tonight was our special dinner, just the two of us away from security's view and free from distractions.I wanted to make it special, to remind him that my desire for him had only gotten stronger after two months, and to tease him. I walked in front of the mirror and rubbed my hands over the deep-red silk dress I had selected. The fabric was so smooth that it felt like a second skin, hugging my curves until it stopped just above my knees. It was his favourite, and I knew it. I had a wicked thought. I grinned to myse
Zelda’s POVThe hotel was exquisite,a place where the wealthy whispered about power over glasses of aged whiskey. But I wasn’t here for luxury. I had walked through its pristine halls with a single purpose. Every step I took echoed my resolve. When the elevator doors slid open, I kindly stepped into the private hallway leading to the penthouse suite.Two guards stood outside,their expressions unreadable. They didn’t quite question me, didn’t even flinch. They knew who I was. Or rather, who I was about to become. One of them quickly reached for the door handle,,pulling it open for me. As I stepped In gracefully,I caught the scent of something sterile beneath the rich fragrance of fresh lilies.The suite was massive, marble floors, crystal chandeliers, floor-to-ceiling windows that showcased the city beautiful skyline. But I barely noticed. My eyes sparkled as they landed on the two persons patiently waiting for me. Marco was very much relaxed on the couch,a full glass of whi
Ermanno’s POVThe first thing I noticed was her breathing, ragged, uneven,too fast. Celine lay beside me, her body rigid, her fingers clenching the sheets in a death grip.Her face is twisted in discomfort, a fine sheen of sweat glistening on her forehead despite the cool morning air drifting through the open balcony door. She is clearly having A nightmare. I immediately pushed myself up onto one elbow, watching her,my chest tightening at the sight of her in distress. I had seen her in many states, laughing, teasing, moaning my name, but never like this. I calmly brushed a strand of damp hair away from her pretty face and leaned closer. “Princess,” I whispered, my voice soft yet firm. I didn’t want to startle her, but i can’t let her be in distress much longer.Her lashes fluttered, but she did not wake up.I placed my cold palm gently on her cheeks.“wake up, Love. You’re safe.” A sharp hasty breath tore from her lips,and her eyes snapped open. Wide, panicked. For a second,s
Zelda’s POVThe scent of fucking damp stone and cigarette smoke lingered in the narrow alleyway,curling into my lungs as I steadied my breath. The moment I turned the corner,a very very rough hand grabbed my wrist, yanking me backward with enough force to make me stumble. “What the fuck!”My back hit the fucking brick wall, the cold surface pressing against my exposed skin.."Are you out of your fucking goddamn mind?" Marco hissed,his voice sharp but quiet enough to avoid drawing attention. His dark eyes burned into mine,his grip tight around my wrist,firm, commanding, but not painful.I met his icy dripping glare with an impassive look,tilting my head slightly. "Relax, Marco. It was just an accident."His scoff was laced with irritation. "An accident? So Out of all the people in this city, you just happened to bump into her? Who are you kidding, love?"I smiled slightly lazily. "Hmmmmmm… Maybe just maybe fate wanted me to see her, you know?"His jaw clenched, he looks hot when angry
Celine’s POV:“It’s so beautiful out here,” I mumbled, my eyes raised to meet his. Ermanno held my gaze just as softly as he held my hands.“But not as beautiful as you,” he grinned. I rolled my eyes. This man…“I love taking pretty little walks with you, princess,” He blurted out as I took in the scene.. Some people were selling street food, while others strolled by hand-in-hand, lovers, friends, families, adults, and children, it really, really amazes me.I leaned in and tiptoed as I placed a gentle kiss on his lips, but Ermanno pulled me in for a deeper kiss. Our tongues and lips played sinful games with one another. Placing my hand gently on hischest, I pulled away from the kiss, trapped in his Hunter eyes.“Fuck! I can’t seem to get enough of you.” he chuckled.I shyly blushed, glancing around,and noticed a woman selling flowers at her little stand just across the street on the other sidewalk.“Wait here, hun,” I said and rushed off before he could say anything. Just as I appr
Celine’s POV The crowd's frenzied energy intensified as our helicopter touched down at the airport, their excitement palpable as they caught sight of us. The security team struggled to keep the enthusiastic throng at bay, but it seemed like a losing battle. "I'm sure pictures of this are already circulating online," I mused, as I stood before the private jet, emblazoned with my name and signature. Ermanno's smile was affectionate as he gazed upon me, his pride evident. "That's yours, sweetheart," Ermanno murmured, wrapping his arms around me from behind. Confused, I turned to him, my expression a mix of surprise and incredulity. "Wait, really? That's my private jet?" "All yours," he confirmed with a grin. "I wanted to get you something special for our honeymoon, and what better way than your own private jet?" I was rendered speechless, the magnitude of his gift overwhelming me. "Really?" I repeated, still struggling to comprehend his extravagant gesture. "Yes, baby,"
Celine’s POVThey say nothing can prepare you for marriage. But I'll tell you what no one mentions: the sheer amount of sex.As I lie here, basking in the afterglow of the best night of my life, I have to wonder, "Can my body handle this? Can it take much more?" But despite the lingering exhaustion, I can't deny the happiness I feel.What could possibly go wrong? What could happen at this moment that could destroy the perfect life I've created for myself?"Good morning, my beautiful wife," a soft voice cooed from above.My eyes fluttered open, meeting the charming blue gaze of Ermanno. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I basked in the feeling of his gaze upon me."So this is love?" I mused silently, savoring the feeling."Hey," I managed to croak, my voice hoarse from thirst. Ermanno, always perceptive, noticed and quickly handed me a cup of water.As I downed the water in one gulp, Ermanno helped me sit up, his strong arms supporting my back. I savored the feeling of his to
Zelda’s PovIt wasn't me who was the problem. It was her, Celine Westfield, now Celine Vitale. She was the one who had captured his heart, keeping it for herself, leaving no room for me.She was the reason I lay here, my life slipping away in a pool of blood, while he stood there, shocked and helpless. And in my final moments, I realized that she was the reason why Ermanno had never chosen me.All that drama and heartbreak lay in the past now. After being rushed to the hospital and declared dead, I thought my journey on Earth was over. But fate had other plans. That night, a mixture of tears, prayers, and sheer determination brought me back from the brink.Though I lay in a coma for some time, clinging to life, my mother's love and faith proved to be the life force that sustained me. I was alive, but only just, and the long road to recovery had only just begun.For an entire year, I lingered in that coma, caught between life and death. And when I awoke, the world was a d
Zelda’s POV Mrs. Vitale...Celine Vitale. The words were strange and unfamiliar on my tongue. Trust me, I am happy for her. As I watched her walk towards the altar, her dress shimmering like moonlight on a lake, a peaceful smile graced my lips. She looked perfect, like a vision straight out of a fairytale, and I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride for my dear friend. And oh Gosh! Their vows, it was heart warming, touchy, full of love and adoration. Don’t ask me how I got into their wedding, uninvited. But I mean, I am an old friend of theirs so I guess I have all the rights to be present. Looking down at the flash drive in my hand, I couldn't help but think that this would make the perfect wedding gift for them. After all, what better way to celebrate the union of Mr. Manipulator and Mrs. Damsel in Distress than with a little "gift" from their past? They deserved it, if you ask me. I dialed a number, a number that would soon change everything. The voice on the other end wa