Celine sat with Fiona, her sobs wracking her body as she processed the devastating news about her parents. Her mind was reeling, her heart heavy with betrayal."How could they do that to me?" she cried, leaning into her friend's comforting embrace."I'm so sorry, Celine," Fiona whispered, gently patting her back as Celine sniffled and sobbed. "But hey, look at it this way—you've got two fathers now.Celine swiped at her tears, her expression still pained as she replied, "That's not funny, Fiona."Fiona smirked, "Hey, I'm just trying to lighten the mood. But seriously, I think you should consider forgiving your father."Celine shot back, her voice laced with sarcasm, "Which one?"Fiona let out a chuckle, appreciating Celine's attempt at humor despite the situation.Fiona, undeterred, pressed on. "I mean the one you thought was your father, obviously. Listen, he went through a lot. Imagine finding out that his wife had cheated on him with his brother, and that the child he'd been raisin
~Zelda's cries echoed through the room, a storm of tears streaming down her face. The image of Celine and Ermanno's Instagram post burned into her mind, a brutal reminder of her heartbreak."He chose her," she sobbed, her words barely coherent through the wracking sobs that wrung her body. "Why not me? Why couldn't he love me?"The pain twisted inside her, ripping at the fragile threads of her self-worth. "He didn't even want me," she whispered, her voice raw with anguish.Zelda sank onto the floor, the fight draining from her body as the truth settled like a weight on her chest. "I wasn't good enough," she moaned, her hands clenched into fists. "What could she possibly have that I don't?""Celine, I swear to god, I'm going to kill you!" Zelda seethed, her hatred for Celine intensifying by the second. In the privacy of her room, she paced back and forth, her rage and frustration boiling over."Zelda, please calm down," her mother, Mrs. Martin, pleaded, her voice filled with concern.
A joyous peal of laughter rang out, echoing throughout the room. Ermanno scooped Celine up in his arms and carried her to the couch, his eyes dancing with amusement."And they kept giving you dirty looks, as if it was your fault they didn't get the role? How silly!" he exclaimed, grinning at her mock-serious expression.Celine pouted, her lower lip jutting out in a playful imitation of a sulk. "They were just jealous of my talent, obviously," she retorted, a mischievous glint in her eye.Ermanno smirked, "Haters gonna hate, baby." His hands found their way to Celine's waist, pulling her closer as she nestled into his embrace.Celine's lips formed a slight pout. "I know, but it's still frustrating!" she huffed, her eyes shining with mirth as Ermanno's tender kisses cascaded along her cheek.Just then, a groggy, sleep-deprived Lucio stumbled into the room. His hair was tousled and his eyes were half-lidded.Celine's smirk grew wider as she gazed at Lucio. "You look like a zombie! Didn't
"Is she... alive?" A soft voice whispered, tremulous with fear."I don't know. I... I can't tell," came the reply, shrouded in uncertainty.Then, a hushed whisper: "Shhhh. I think she's waking up."she was lying on a cold, hard floor. Her body was wracked with pain, every inch of her screaming in protest. She could make out the blurred shapes of people around her, their voices sounding far away and distorted."Splash some water on her face," a voice commanded, and Celine recoiled as a cold, wet sensation hit her skin. The drops kept coming, each one sending a chill down her spine."Hey, easy! You don't want to drown her!" another voice interjected, and the water stopped.Celine's eyes fluttered open, her vision hazy and blurred. The light hurt, piercing her head like a thousand knives. As she rolled over, a wave of pain washed over her, making her groan and wince.Slowly, her sight began to clear, and she could make out a figure leaning over her, their face mere inches from her own. "
Oliver took a slow, measured sip from his glass, his gaze fixed on Ermanno, whose face was a canvas of emotions. "You really screwed up, Ermanno," Oliver said, his tone cold and cutting. "You know that, right?" Ermanno sighed, the weight of his mistake bearing down on him. "Let's not talk about it, Oliver. Please. I'm already in a shitty mood." Oliver rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine.” "Celine almost got hit by a car today," Oliver said, his voice grave. Ermanno’s face transformed into a mask of horror, his mouth going dry. "What?!" he exclaimed. "Celine…? A car? Are you serious?" Oliver nodded grimly. "I called her, and some teenage boys picked up. They said they’d managed to pull her out of the way just in time." Ermanno’s hands balled into fists, his jaw tightening. Ermanno’s voice dripped with loathing as he spat out his words. "I knew they would start coming for her. I should have been more careful." Oliver’s brow furrowed in concern. "You think it was Zelda?" Ermanno shook
Celine was stunned, her heart racing faster than a wild horse. "What? What’s going on?" she exclaimed, whirling to face Ermanno. But the question lingered unanswered in the air.Ermanno was silent, his eyes averted from hers. As he was led away by the police, his silence was deafening. Celine’s heart shattered, each shard piercing her with a thousand questions."Ermanno, what's going on?" she begged, the desperation in her voice palpable."Call Oliver," Ermanno uttered, his voice thick with suppressed anger as the police ushered him out of the mansion. Celine could see the fire in his eyes, but she also saw the fear in his soul.A desperate tear rolled down her cheek as the police car sped away with Ermanno inside. It was as though a vital piece of her had been torn away, leaving a void that echoed with a thousand unanswered questions.Her hand shook as she fumbled for her phone, desperately dialing Oliver’s number.Celine’s words tumbled out in a frenzied torrent as she paced. "Olive
"Celine, I didn't," he said, his voice hoarse with emotion.Celine’s shoulders slumped in relief, her entire body shuddering with relief. "Why is Zelda doing this?" she asked, her voice trembling with frustration and disbelief."I don't want to be locked up, Celine. I miss you," Ermanno pleaded. "And I need you."Celine swallowed hard, her eyes brimming with tears.Ermanno's hands were like a refuge, a sanctuary in the midst of chaos. "I'll be back with you soon, okay?" he said softly.“I didn’t rape Zelda, please believe me…”Celine’s heart ached, but she managed a half-smile, her mind still whirling with doubt and confusion. "I believe you," she whispered, desperately wanting to trust him."Good," Ermanno said. "But I need you to be careful when you go out. Neo will always follow you. I need to protect you from harm.""Noted, sir," Celine replied with a hint of mischief, glancing down at their intertwined hands. "I'm sorry to have dragged you into my crazy world, but I promise you,
“I can’t believe you nearly took out that blonde with your bare hands!” Fiona chuckled, her eyes gleaming with mirth."I just snapped," Celine replied, a rueful grin playing across her face. The bandaged right hand was a testament to the ferocity of her outburst.Fiona swung open the car’s rear door, a hint of concern mingling with her amusement. "Thanks," Celine muttered as she slid into the backseat, Fiona climbing into the passenger seat."How's your hand holding up?" Oliver inquired, his brows creasing with concern."Hurts like a bitch," Celine replied, a wry grin flickering across her lips. "Guess that's what happens when you take out your frustration on someone's face."Oliver let out a chuckle. "That girl had it coming," he agreed. "And she didn't even put up a fight."Celine rolled her eyes, the satisfaction of the altercation slowly fading into the dull ache of her bruised knuckles. "Weaklings," she scoffed."Can't say I've ever pictured you as the type to brawl like that," O
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