"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 was in a daze, her gaze fixed on the ocean's endless blue horizon. Her mind was a whirlwind of questions, her heart heavy with worry and uncertainty.A knock sounded at the door, jolting Celine out of her reverie. She walked towards the door with deliberate steps, as if each one were another nail in her coffin. And there, on the other side, stood her father, Aaron."Dad, what are you doing here?" Celine asked, her voice tinged with surprise. "How did you know I was here?""Don't worry about that, child," Aaron said with a reassuring smile, his voice a comforting balm. "Can I come in?"Celine nodded, stepping aside to let her father enter. The door clicked shut behind him, and he made his way to the couch, settling into the soft cushions.Celine sat next to him, her eyes fixed on the floor. Her father studied her, taking in the dark circles under her eyes, the tightness of her shoulders, and the tension radiating from her body."How are you?" Aaron asked gently, his voice low an
Celine's heart beat faster as she watched Ermanno being led into the courtroom, his appearance shocking her to the core. He was gaunt and pale, the bruises on his body screaming of the harsh treatment he'd been subjected to. Her blood boiled at the sight of him, malnourished and mistreated. And there was Zelda, smug and satisfied, seated with her team, like a vulture waiting to feast on the remains of her victim.Ermanno's eyes sought hers, the glimmer of love and trust still flickering in their depths, despite everything.Celine tried to focus, clinging to every word Mr. Robbins uttered with the fierce determination of a survivor. Her gaze shifted between the lawyer, the judges, and Ermanno, who stood stoically before them."My client's rights have been violated," Mr. Robbins argued, his voice impassioned and clear. "He has been subjected to violent attacks by other inmates, all while the guards turned a blind eye. The treatment he's received is not befitting of a supposedly safe pla
Ermanno made sure that his men caught the man who shot Celine and dealt with him. He wanted to break out of prison and hunt Zelda down, but Celine convinced him to stay, not wanting him to make his case worse.Ermanno felt himself going back to the dark hole he managed to escape, he felt like he was not in control, returning to his depressed, sadistic self. A week had passed since the day Celine was shot, and her world had become a cocoon of recovery. Though she chafed against her dependency on Fiona and the others, they didn't mind one bit.On this particular morning, she decided to heed the doctor's advice and take an early stroll. Wrapped in the comfort of her baggy jeans and a crop top, she pulled her hair into a haphazard bun, her steps as light as her mood.As Celine walked, she felt a gentle breeze on her skin, the rising sun painting the world in warm shades of gold. She breathed deeply, taking in the aroma of freshly cut grass and the sound of birds chirping in the nearby tr
Celine's mind was numb with the shock of it all as she stared at her packed bags, her heart feeling heavier than the suitcases she was about to lug across the world. Her flight to Los Angeles was only a few hours away, and she knew she couldn't back out now.She smiled bitterly, a weak attempt to inject some positivity into this seemingly endless downward spiral. "A fresh start won't hurt," she told herself, forcing a brave face despite the tears threatening to spill over.Just as Celine was steeling herself for her departure, there was a knock at the door. Elena's familiar face appeared, a small smile playing on her lips."Someone's here to see you," she said, her voice tinged with sadness.Celine's brow furrowed in confusion. "Who?" she asked, knowing she hadn't arranged any visitors."He says his name is Mason, and that he's a friend of yours," Elena explained.Celine's face hardened at the mention of Mason's name. She knew he was far from a friend."Tell him to leave," Celine orde
Celine tapped on the headline, devouring every word of the breaking news. She watched as Mason tearfully confessed to the world about his role in the false rape accusations against Ermanno Vitale.Celine couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her, mixed with a bitter satisfaction that Mason was finally facing the consequences of his actions."Finally! Everything is settled," she thought to herself, her grin widening as the plane began its descent into Los Angeles."Excuse me, ma'am," Celine whispered to the elderly woman seated next to her, a grin dancing on her face. "Is there a way we can tell the pilot to reverse? I'm having the best day!"The woman cast a sour look at Celine, her brow furrowed. "I don't know who you are, and I don't want to. Leave me alone," she huffed, clearly unimpressed by Celine's sunny disposition.Celine, however, couldn't be fazed.Celine simply shrugged, her smile remaining radiant. "Suit yourself, ma'am," she replied, leaning back in her seat
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