"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
In the dreary confines of the waiting room, Oliver sat with bated breath, his eyes fixed on the door, eagerly awaiting Ermanno's arrival. When Ermanno finally emerged, his face was a portrait of exhaustion, his frown lines speaking volumes of the burden he bore.Oliver couldn't resist teasing his friend. "You look like you need a makeover, Ermanno," he quipped with a lopsided grin.Ermanno managed a weak chuckle, settling into the seat opposite Oliver.Ermanno rubbed a hand across his face, trying to wipe away the fatigue that clung to him like a second skin. "I suppose I do look a little rough around the edges," he admitted, his voice worn and gravelly."I don't envy you, my friend. This can't be easy for you," Oliver said, his expression turning serious.Ermanno's sharp tone cut through the air like a knife. "Get to the point, Oliver," he snapped, his eyes narrowing as he leaned back in his seat.Oliver's demeanor shifted, his expression becoming solemn. "It's about Celine."The men
Ermanno's reaction caught Celine completely off guard. Instead of anger, he pulled her in, his strong hands encircling her neck, his lips crashing against hers with a ferocity that stole her breath away.The kiss was raw, filled with a heady mix of emotions—anger, pain, stress, and an undeniable passion. Celine responded in kind, pouring her heart and soul into the kiss.When they parted, Ermanno's fingertips wiped away the tears that had gathered in the corners of her eyes. His face was a map of desperation and devotion, a plea for understanding.“I missed you.”Ermanno's arms wrapped around her, his body radiating warmth and strength. "I missed you too, Celine," he whispered, his voice achingly tender.Celine's defenses crumbled in his embrace, and she melted into his arms, her heart breaking. "Everything is just so hard," she mumbled, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I don't know what to do."As Ermanno sat in front of her, his eyes held a gentle understanding."I'm sorry about slap
Celine paced the familiar confines of their home, her nerves thrumming with anticipation. The hours seemed to drag on, each minute a lifetime as she waited for Ermanno's return. But she held fast to her joy, the knowledge that he was finally coming home after all this time a buoyant beacon in the darkness.With a careful hand and a heart full of love, Celine had crafted a celebratory welcome, her decorations a loving tapestry of 'Welcome Home' signs and balloons. She grinned as she admired her handiwork, each flourish a testament to her devotion.“He is going to love this.”The clock ticked away, each minute a creeping reminder of Ermanno's absence. With the evening sky darkening, Celine's worry edged closer to the surface, and she dialed Oliver's number, seeking solace in an answer."Oliver, do you know when he's going to get back?" Celine's voice betrayed the weight of her anxiety."Not really, Celine," Oliver replied. "He said he's busy for now, but he should be home soon.""Alrigh
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