"So I'll be gone for a week to Miami," Ermanno said, his voice carrying a hint of regret.Celine pouted, her eyes brimming with disappointment. "Why?" she asked, moving closer to him, seeking comfort in his presence.Ermanno smiled warmly, cupping her cheeks in his hands. "Business calls, princess," he reassured her, his voice tender. "But don't worry, I'll be back before you know it."“Oh.” Celine said, her face falling into a little pout.“Look here princess, why don’t you come with me?” He suggested and Celine’s eyes immediately lit up."Wait, for real?" Celine asked, her voice eager and disbelieving all at once."Yes for real, princess, so get packing," Ermanno replied, placing a small kiss on her cheek.Celine's excitement was palpable as she wrapped her arms around him, pressing her body close to his. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she exclaimed, joy radiating from her face.Ermanno laughed at her enthusiasm, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Anything for you, princess," he
As they emerged from the jet, Celine's mind was still swimming with the intensity of their tryst, her body trembling slightly as she leaned against Ermanno for support.The cool night air enveloped them as they were escorted to a waiting limousine, the quiet hum of the engine providing a soothing backdrop to their journey.Ermanno, engrossed in his business calls, seemed oblivious to Celine's fatigue, his voice authoritative and commanding."Why so many guards?" Celine murmured, her sleepy voice barely a whisper as she questioned the security detail surrounding them. With her eyes heavy and her mind still clouded by exhaustion, she soon surrendered to slumber, drifting into a deep sleep as the limo carried them to their destination."Where are we?" Celine asked, her voice still drowsy as she looked around, noticing Ermanno seated by her bedside.The room was spacious and filled with natural light, the scent of fresh linen and the ocean breeze drifting in through the open windows. The
A guttural moan rumbled from deep within Ermanno as he sank fully into Celine's warmth, his hands sliding up her body to cup her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples as his thrusts grew more urgent.Celine gasped, her back arching as he filled her, her hands clawing at his back as he plunged deeper, each thrust sending shocks of pleasure racing through her body.Ermanno's rhythm became more intense, his hips thrusting in rapid, powerful motions as he drove himself into her wet heat, her body shuddering beneath him as he filled her again and again."Ermanno!" she cried, her voice hoarse with pleasure as his hips slapped against her, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge.His lips found hers, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands roamed her curves, kneading her breasts as his pace became more frenzied.Ermanno's pace quickened, his breath ragged as he felt Celine's body tense beneath him, her cries spurring him on as he thrust deeper, harder."Oh fuck, Celine!" he grunted
Miami had been a dream come true for Celine. The combination of Ermanno's princess treatment and their sizzling chemistry made her feel like she was living a fairytale. Each day brought a new adventure, a new place for them to explore their passion. From the steamy nights on the beach to the passionate afternoons in their private suite, she was intoxicated by Ermanno's touch, and she didn't want this paradise to end.Celine stood mesmerized by the stunning painting, the vivid colors and intricate details capturing her attention. She turned to Ermanno, her eyes sparkling with awe. "This painting is beautiful," she breathed, still transfixed."I agree," Ermanno replied, his eyes studying the artwork."I heard it's worth up to 32 million dollars," Celine said, her smile widening with excitement."Do you want it?" Ermanno asked with a serious expression, causing Celine's eyes to widen in surprise."What? No no, it's worth a lot of money, and for what? To just hang it in my room?" Celine l
Celine's heart raced as her mind struggled to process what her eyes were seeing. Her mother, presumed dead, was now in front of her, locked in an intimate embrace with her father. Eloise's awkward smile did little to comfort Celine, who was still reeling from the shock. "What the fuck?" Celine blurted out, her eyes flashing with fury as she turned her attention to Aaron. "I thought you said Mom was dead!" Aaron shifted uncomfortably, the reality of his deception now exposed. “I can Explain…” Eloise said. As Celine stepped back from her mother's approach, her anger continued to rise. The room pulsed with tension as she turned to face her father, her voice laced with disbelief. "You knew?" she repeated, unable to hide the shock and betrayal in her tone. "Dad, you knew she was alive all this time?" "Celine, please," Aaron began, attempting to reason with her. "Sit down and let us explain." But Celine was inconsolable, her emotions raw and volatile. "Fuck you!" she shouted, her vo
Mason's gaze was tender and earnest as he spoke, his words filling the air like a soft melody. "Celine, since I met you, I've always had feelings for you. I know this might come as a surprise, but I think you deserve to know how I feel." Celine's eyes widened, her breath caught in her throat as she turned to face him. "Mason," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly with the weight of his confession. Mason leaned in closer, his hand reaching out to gently brush against Celine's cheek. "I know we've been friends for a long time, but I can't ignore these feelings any longer. They're stronger than anything I've ever felt before. I want to be more than just a friend to you, Celine." Celine's heart fluttered as she listened to his words, her mind racing with a mixture of emotions. "Mason, I don't know what to say. I never thought of you like this before..." she trailed off, unsure of how to continue. Celine's mind raced as she struggled to process Mason's confession. Their friendshi
David, his pride wounded, retreated, maintaining a wary distance between them. "How dare you slap me?" he demanded, indignation dripping from his voice.Celine's lips curled in disgust, a reflection of her inner turmoil. "And how dare you think it's okay to touch me without my consent?" she fired back, drawing on her experiences of such violations.David let out a cruel laugh, devoid of any humor. "I'm doing you a favor, my dear.”"You should be grateful," David continued, his smirk growing more sinister by the second. "With a little 'cooperation' from you, I can ensure you become a household name."“That bullshit.”"Don't you want the leading role?" David purred, his predatory gaze fixed on Celine. "All you need to do is give me a night of your time, and I'll ensure you're a star."Celine took a step back, her fear palpable as she stared into David's eyes, venomous with desire. "I don't want your offer. I don't want anything to do with you," she said, her voice shaking.David's smile
David reclined on his couch, fatigue from the day's events evident in the slump of his shoulders. He had been stewing over Celine's rejection, his ego bruised by her defiance."Let's see how she'll survive in this industry without me," he muttered under his breath, popping open a can of soda and taking a long swig.The knock on the door jolted David from his sullen reverie. He grumbled under his breath, irritation flaring at the disruption of his solitude. "Who the hell could that be?" he muttered, his brow furrowing as he rose to answer the door.Pausing at the peephole, David was met with the sight of a well-dressed man in a crisp suit. Confusion and suspicion warred within him as he wondered who this visitor might be.With caution and intrigue, David cracked the door open a sliver, his gaze fixed on the man.The stern-faced bodyguard shifted aside, revealing Ermanno standing behind him, his expression cold and impassive.David's brows drew together, his confusion mounting as he tri
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