"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
The lyrics rang out from the speakers, Fiona belting out Chester Bennington's words with gusto."I tried so hard and got so far! But in the end, it doesn't even matter! I had to fall to lose it all, but in the end, it doesn't even matter!"Celine, sitting beside Fiona, rolled her eyes and laughed, her phone in hand as she snapped photos and videos of Fiona's enthusiastic carpool karaoke. "Fiona, my ears are suffering! Can you chill with the high notes? You sound like a dying goldfish!" she teased."Oh, please!" Fiona retorted, still singing along to the chorus. "When I become a famous singer, you're gonna be at my concerts and you're gonna love every second of it! Even if I do sound like a fish on land!"Celine rolled her eyes, a playful smirk on her lips. "Since when do you have a passion for music?" she asked, teasing her friend."Since today!" Fiona replied with a playful shrug. "Hey, you gotta start somewhere, right?"The car pulled up to a sleek, high-end bar, the neon lights dan
Celine, her inhibitions lowered by the alcohol, taunted Ermanno. "Like what you see?" she purred, her fingers trailing across the curve of her breasts.Ermanno's grip tightened on the wheel. "Put your top on, Celine," he commanded, trying to maintain control."It's hot in here," she whined, kicking off her shoes and stretching across the seat, her bra-clad body on display.Ermanno sighed, his anger now replaced by concern for her safety. He started the car, determined to get her home without incident."Don't blame me if I end up fucking you until you can't walk," Ermanno growled, his words a mix of frustration and lust. He turned on the car stereo, desperate for a distraction from the temptation that was Celine.The drive home was a blur of flashing lights and blaring music, Ermanno's thoughts consumed by his desire for Celine.Once they arrived, Ermanno carried Celine inside and laid her on the couch in the living room."Drinking like that without someone to keep an eye on you is foo
Fiona woke up with a groan, her body aching as if she'd been run over by a bus. She drew a deep breath, but the familiar pounding in her head reminded her of last night's excesses.As she tried to move, her hands brushed against a warm hand wrapped around her waist. Memories of Oliver from the party last night flooded back, and her heart skipped a beat."Damn it," she cursed under her breath, carefully disentangling his arm from her waist, trying not to wake the sleeping stranger.Fiona's body ached in places she didn't even know could ache, thanks to Oliver's rough handling the previous night. "Some guys have no chill," she muttered under her breath, recalling the passionate night they had shared.She finally found her clothes strewn around the room and got dressed in haste, hoping to slip out before Oliver woke up. As she glanced at the handsome stranger still sound asleep in his bed, her mind replayed the memories of the night, a small smile forming on her lips."Too bad we won't m
Celine's voice trembled as she repeated the question. "What are we, Ermanno?" Her heart beat faster, each second stretching into an eternity as she awaited his answer. Ermanno's expression shifted, his eyes searching hers as if seeking the words he needed. "I don't know, Celine," he said, his voice low and grave. "What are we?" Celine swallowed hard, her own uncertainty flooding back into her mind. "I...I don't know," she stammered, her face falling into a small frown. Celine's heart sank at Ermanno's words, his sudden aloofness like a knife to her heart. "What do you think we are?" she asked, her voice wavering. "I don't want to be in a place where I'm not wanted or considered important." Ermanno's fingers brushed over his phone, his face impassive. "We are nothing, Celine," he stated flatly, as if it were a simple fact. Celine's eyes widened, shock and hurt coursing through her. "Really?” "Is that how you feel?" Celine asked, her voice cracking with emotion. "I thought we had s
A deafening shriek pierced through the phone, causing Celine to instinctively pull the phone away from her ear. "AHHHHHHH!" Fiona shouted, her elation palpable even through the phone."I knew you could do it, girl! You're going to be a star," Fiona continued, her voice brimming with pride.Celine laughed, shaking her head in disbelief at Fiona's enthusiasm. "Girl, you're more excited than I am!" she teased, her heart overflowing with happiness. "This is why you're the best friend ever."Fiona's voice took on a more incredulous tone. "Wait, you're serious? You got a role in a movie? Are you for real?" she asked, her disbelief palpable even through the phone."Yes, I'm for real!" Celine insisted, her grin spreading wider. "Fiona, I couldn't have done it without your support.""Yes, it's really happening!" Celine exclaimed, her voice practically dancing through the phone. "I saw the audition call online and I figured, why not? And today was the physical audition, and I got in!"Fiona's l
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
Just as my body trembled on the edge of release, Ermanno pulled his fingers away, leaving me suspended in the agony of denied pleasure. "No, no, no," I moaned, my voice quivering with the aftermath of thwarted ecstasy. My fingers flew to my clit, desperate to coax the orgasm back, but Ermanno's expression remained unimpressed. Trapped in my own need, with my legs chained apart and my body tingling with frustration, I could only watch helplessly as he stood over me, his power and control radiating from him like a palpable force. His voice was a low, sensual purr in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "Oh princess, you don't have permission to touch yourself. That's my job," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with predatory delight. In one swift motion, he chained my hands to the bed, the metal clinking against the headboard as he bound me to his will. And there I was, naked and helpless, my limbs stretched taut against the chains, my body a living tableau of submission and surre
Celine’s Pov“I don’t plan to go easy on you.” My heart thundered in my chest as I felt his hardness pressing into my back. His fingers teased my skin, igniting a trail of desire that burned through my veins.I'd heard the stories, the whispers about the blissful, passionate nights of newlyweds. And now, it was my turn. My body ached with anticipation, my breath coming in shallow gasps as Ermanno's hands roamed across my curves.I knew he wouldn't disappoint. He never did."When did you set this up?" I managed to gasp, my eyes taking in the scene around me. Chains, a heart-shaped bed, and a daunting array of BDSM tools lay in wait, beckoning to me like sirens of desire.The room was like nothing I'd ever seen before, and I couldn't help but tremble slightly as I realized Ermanno's plans for our wedding night."You'll see," he purred, his voice rich with promise and hidden secrets. "This night is for us to explore the depths of our passion, our love. Trust me."Ermanno shut the door b
Celine’s POV I, Celine Vitale, stand before the mirror in disbelief. Mrs Vitale. Who would have thought? My mind wanders back to when I first met Ermanno. Ah, the naive dream of becoming Mrs White. Yet, here I am, living the reality I never thought would be mine. "Mrs Vitale," I murmur to myself, the name rolling off my tongue as if it had always belonged to me. And perhaps, it had. There’s not a thing in the world I wouldn’t give up to be where I am now. The deep, familiar voice jolts my heart into a flurry. "Princess..." he whispers, and I can't help but turn around to meet his piercing blue eyes. "Hmmm?" I answer, melting at the sight of his grin. "Come here," he beckons, his smile only growing wider. My heart warms at the sound of his voice. He is my prince, and I am his princess. I float towards him, drawn by the warmth of his arms as he draws me in, encircling my waist in a gentle embrace. Even as exhaustion from the wedding takes its toll, I can see the love in his eyes
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“If anything goes wrong today, I would just give up on getting married.” Celine said to Fiona. Fiona watched Celine with a tender smile, her heart aching at the vulnerability radiating from her friend. "Nothing will go wrong today, sweetheart," she reassured, her voice gentle and soothing. "No man can put asunder this time." Fiona's arms enveloped Celine, offering comfort as tears threatened to spill from her friend's eyes. "This is it," Fiona whispered. "This is the beginning of your happily ever after." Fiona's eyes crinkled with amusement as she teased, "Don't let those tears fall, Celine. You don't want to ruin that beautiful makeup." "I know, I know," Celine laughed, her voice quivering with emotion. "But today is just so... emotional. After everything we've been through, after everything we've struggled with. It's hard not to cry." Fiona's gaze softened as she enveloped Celine in a warm embrace. "Love isn't easy, dear friend.” As if the day couldn't get any more emo