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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
Oliver's words crashed against Celine like waves, washing away any hope she'd held onto. "Left the country?" she echoed, her voice barely more than a whisper."We haven't seen him in a day," Oliver continued, his tone brimming with concern. "So we tracked him down and... he's not in the country."Celine's mind raced, her heart hammering in her chest. "Do you have any idea where he might have gone? Any clues at all?"“We have no idea yet, once we find him, we would let you know.”Oliver's assurances fell on deaf ears as Celine's mind spun in a maelstrom of worry."Oliver?" she called out, her voice sharp and urgent."Yes," he replied, his own concern palpable."I want to be with you when you find Ermanno. I need to be there," Celine insisted, a fire in her eyes.Oliver nodded, his expression resolute. "Neo will drive you to the airport. We'll let you know the moment we find out where Ermanno has gone."Celine's fingers trembled as she ended the call, the unspoken fears of Ermanno's dis
"I missed you so fucking much," Ermanno growled, his words dripping with hunger and desire as he scooped Celine into his arms. Her slight frame was engulfed by his muscled body, his strength a tantalizing promise of the passion to come."I missed you too," Celine breathed, her voice a symphony of need.Ermanno's lips found hers, a velvet dance of tongues and teeth. He kissed her like a man possessed, his hunger insatiable, coaxing moans from her as he explored the soft flesh of her lips, teasing and tantalizing her.Ermanno groaned, his fingers dancing over Celine's curves like a conductor commanding an orchestra. "God, I've missed kissing these lips," he panted, his words lost in the feverish rhythm of their embrace.Celine moaned, her body aflame with want. "I want you," she whispered, her voice a siren's song.Ermanno's eyes darkened with desire, a savage heat burning in his gaze. "You have no idea how much I want you too, Babe," he rasped, his hands coaxing moans from her with eve
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