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
Ermanno glanced around the abandoned school, his senses prickling with the knowledge that his father's men were watching him. A smirk twisted his lips - he might be outnumbered, but he would not be outmaneuvered.His eyes darted back to the contract in his hand, the words sharp as a serpent's bite. The letter within offered him a choice: either he signed the contract and took over Alessandro's company, or Lucio would pay the ultimate price Witt his life.Ermanno's pulse quickened, his mind racing to outwit his father's scheme.As Ermanno slipped the contract into his jacket pocket, he left the decrepit school behind, the echo of his footsteps a grim soundtrack to his thoughts. Torn between his hard-earned company and the life of his brother, he climbed into his car, his grip on the steering wheel white-knuckled.Back at the villa, he tossed the contract on the table with a curse. "My goddamn father is behind this," he snarled, his rage palpable.Oliver's face transformed from neutral
"So, what's it going to be?" Alessandro sneered, his smugness like a physical presence in the room. "You're going to shoot your father?"Ermanno's gaze was as sharp as glass, his voice hard as steel. "You were never a father figure to me," he said, his words cutting deep. "You were a beast, nothing more."Alessandro laughed, a cold, humorless sound. "Nonsense! At least you turned out well.”"You're a billionaire, with companies all over the world, multiple enemies," Alessandro continued, his smile growing wider. "And you've got the beautiful lady by your side. If you ask me, I'd say I did you a favor.”"I love the way you think, you're a gaslighter," Ermanno hissed, venom in his voice. "No wonder Mom stuck with you after all the abuse."Alessandro's smirk grew wider, a predator's grin. "Your mother loves me. That's why she stayed."Ermanno glanced around the room, taking in the tense atmosphere and the armed men on both sides. His own personal sniper stood at the ready, waiting for th
Ermanno's feet seemed to move on their own as he rushed to Celine, pulling her into a tight embrace. She trembled in his arms, her voice a whisper of fear and shock. "I... I just killed a man," she stammered, her hands quivering as she clung to him. Ermanno shushed her gently, his voice low and soothing. "Shh, you saved me," he murmured, his fingers gently prying the gun from her grasp. The silence between them was heavy with the weight of the moment, the aftermath of violence and blood ringing in their ears. Ermanno gazed down at Celine's tear-streaked face, his heart aching for her pain and fear. Gently, he brushed away the strands of hair that had fallen into her eyes. “Ermanno… I just killed him.” Celine's mind was in a blur, the shock and horror of what she'd done still echoing through her body. She'd been home, a terrified witness to the struggle between Neo and Alessandro's men, when she'd seized her chance to escape. With a racing heart and frantic thoughts, she'd
Celine was utterly baffled. Faye and her son, John, were the only people home, and all of the workers, including the guards, had been given the day off.The house seemed ordinary, nothing out of place, but Celine's heart raced faster and faster as she ascended the stairs to the floor she shared with Ermanno. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw the broken glass scattered across the floor.Fear gripped her as she took cautious steps, avoiding the broken shards of glass that crunched beneath her feet.“What just happened?”Celine's hands trembled as she pulled out her phone, her thumb racing across the screen to call Ermanno."Princess," Ermanno answered, his voice laced with concern."Something happened," Celine whispered, her heart pounding in her chest."What's wrong?" Ermanno demanded, his voice growing more urgent."I just got back and I saw Faye rushing to her car with John, and it looks like someone broke into our house," Celine explained, her voice shaking with fear.Erm
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