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
A victorious grin stretched across Celine's face as she bounced with excitement. "Guess what?!" she exclaimed, barely able to contain her joy. "I applied for that online audition thingy, and I rocked the online casting! Today was the physical casting and I freaking got in!"Ermanno arched a skeptical eyebrow, though a small smile tugged at his lips. "Who got in? Let me guess...you?" he asked, already knowing the answer.Celine feigned a look of surprise. "Wow, you're psychic!" she giggled, her cheeks flushing with pride.Ermanno's lips curved upward in a smug grin as Celine approached. "Come here, princess," he beckoned, patting his lap. "Sit."Obliging, Celine settled onto his lap, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Ermanno leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "I'm proud of you," he whispered, his words stirring a flutter in Celine's chest."Very soon, I'm gonna be famous and nailing every acting role I audition for," she declared, her voice playful and teasing.Ermanno's g
Zelda's lips curved into a smirk, a subtle hint of jealousy coloring her voice as she spoke. "So, you take her on dates?" she purred, her eyes roving over Celine's retreating figure.Ermanno's response was terse, his jaw set in a hard line. "She's mine," he said simply, his tone unwavering as he met Zelda's gaze. "What else do you expect?"Zelda's chuckle was low and mocking. "Bullshit," she said, her eyes narrowing. "Have you fucked her?"Ermanno's response was sharp and unyielding. "That's none of your concern, Zelda," he snapped, his patience fraying at the edges.Zelda rolled her eyes, her expression a mix of frustration and amusement. "What does she have that I don't?" she demanded, her voice rising an octave. "Tell me, why do you treat her better than me? Are you in love with her?" she persisted, her pout deepening as she waited for his response.Ermanno's eyes hardened, his voice slicing through the air like a blade."Last time I checked, you were the woman I fuck. Nothing more
She blushed, her lips parting in a breathless moan as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin. His hands traced the outline of her body.Ermanno's eyes glittered with heat, his gaze fixed on Celine's near-naked body. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her abdomen in a soft, sensual kiss that made her tremble."Can I?" he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire as he hovered over her bra. Celine's cheeks flushed with a shy blush, her gaze flitting away as she gave a shy nod, granting him permission.He unhooked her bra with a deft flick of his fingers, revealing her breasts in all their glory.Celine felt herself blush deeper, her skin warming with every lingering caress. His voice, low and gravelly, sent a shiver down her spine as he whispered, "Beautiful."She gasped as his hand closed around her neck, pulling her in for a passionate kiss. Her legs parted instinctively as his fingers trailed down to her breasts, giving the left one a teasing squeeze.Celine bit her
Mason's voice was warm and easygoing as he asked Celine, "So... how has life been treating you lately?"Celine's smile was wide and forced as she replied, "Life's been great! What about you?" Her tone was cheerful, but her frown was visible even as she tried to hide it.Mason laughed softly, sitting beside her on the couch. "Life's been good," he said, his eyes tracing Celine's features from head to toe. "How about a toast?"Celine's gaze remained on Mason, her smile faltering slightly as she lifted her glass to his. "To what?""To life," Mason replied, a playful glint in his eyes. "And to the unexpected twists and turns that make it worth living."They clinked their glasses, and Celine couldn't help but wonder if Mason was alluding to something moreMason's brow furrowed as he observed Celine's behavior, a hint of concern coloring his voice. "You seem a lot busier these days. Huh?"Celine chuckled, a nervous laugh punctuating her response. "I can explain, okay? I promise!""Go ahead,
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