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
The crowd in the airport began to stir, people turning and scanning their surroundings. Then a voice called out from the back of the crowd: "I see her! I see the blond girl!"“Anyone who brings her to me get a one million dollar rewards. Don’t hurt her, just bring her to me. Thank you.”The announcement of a million-dollar reward sent a wave of shock and greed through the crowd. People's eyes narrowed in determination, the prospect of life-changing money igniting a frenzy.“We found her!” Someone yelled.Celine felt herself lifted off her feet, someone's arm roughly locking around her waist and hoisting her onto a shoulder. "What the fuck?!" she screamed, struggling against her captor. "Put me down, you crazy bastard!"The man, now recognizing the potential goldmine he was carrying, gripped her legs tighter and began to maneuver through the crowd, his prize secured."Sorry, Miss," the man said, "but a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do." He grinned as he walked quickly, Celine perc
“Will you marry me?”The words echoed in the air like a gentle melody, the tears in Celine's eyes magnifying the radiance of the diamonds glinting on Ermanno's hand. She was speechless, her lips trembling as she tried to form a response."Ermanno," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the rustle of the trees and the whisper of the breeze. She met his gaze, seeing the sincerity and love that poured from his eyes."Celine, I know I'm not perfect," Ermanno confessed, his gaze filled with warmth and tenderness, "I have flaws, just like anyone else. But you... you're the missing piece of my heart that I never knew I needed." He paused, reaching out to gently brush away a stray strand of hair from her face. "I wish I'd met you earlier in my life, so I could have loved you even longer."Ermanno laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck in that endearing way Celine had come to love. "You can call me crazy, but the night we got married in that chapel, I knew we were bound for l
"My baby, my baby," Mrs. Martins wailed, her heart shattered into a million pieces as she desperately shook her daughter's lifeless body. "Please, Zelda, wake up," she sobbed, her voice raw with anguish. "Don't do this to your mother."Ermanno stood there, helpless and grieving, cradling Zelda's bloodied form in his arms. The silence in the room was heavy with despair, the air thick with sorrow.With a gentleness that belied the strength of his grip, Ermanno held Zelda's body close to his heart, as if he could somehow bring her back through sheer force of will and love. Though his affections for her had never been romantic, she had been a fixture in his life, a constant presence throughout his formative years.Looking up at Mrs. Martins, his eyes brimming with tears, Ermanno whispered, "I'm sorry, ma. I'm so sorry." His voice cracked as he buried his face in Zelda's neck, his whispered apologies a litany of grief.“Please, come back to me…”Ermanno's whispered pleas fell upon deaf ear
Celine stifled a laugh at Fiona's mischievous grin. "Well, you did a good job, he took your advice to heart," she replied, her tone playful despite the turmoil raging inside her.Just then, Oliver's voice came through the phone. "Congratulations on your engagement!" he exclaimed, oblivious to the recent tragedy."Thank you," Celine managed to say, her smile turning wistful as she thought of Zelda's absence. "I'll call you later, Fiona. Goodbye," she said, ending the call.Celine sighed heavily, the weight of her thoughts heavy on her shoulders. "How do people achieve a peaceful life?" she wondered aloud, her eyes gazing into the distance. Climbing into bed, she clutched her phone,Celine's brow furrowed in confusion as she answered the call."Hello?" she said, her voice cautious and curious."Hello, is this Celine?" the voice on the other end responded, a voice that stirred a sense of recognition."Yes, that's me," Celine answered, her apprehension growing by the second. "I hope nothi
Celine knew that Ermanno’s way of coping was through sex, but he would turn her down whenever she tried to get intimate. He would lead her on but refuse to touch her, she felt like she was throwing herself at him. The past last month has been hell, he has done nothing but push her out. She loves him but she doesn’t have the strength to wait for him to act right. She wasn’t the reason Zelda died but he makes it seem it was all because of her. Sge can’t even tell her parents that she is engaged because he doesn’t make her feel that way. Her engament day has to be the most traumatizing day of her life."A shot of vodka please," she said, eyeing the bartender."I got you doll," he replied, promptly providing her with the requested drink. She downed it, feeling slightly adventurous. "Can I get a whole bottle of vodka?" she inquired.The bartender obliged, and soon she was in possession of a full bottle. "I'm determined to get wasted," she thought. "Ermanno is hurting me, why make me fall
As Celine stepped through the doorway, Ermanno's accusing gaze met hers like a loaded gun. "Where were you last night?" he demanded, his words laced with frustration.Celine brushed past him without a second glance, her footsteps resolute as she climbed the stairs. "It's none of your business," she retorted, her tone icy and detached.Undeterred, Ermanno followed close behind, his jaw clenching as he spoke. "I am your fiancé. I deserve to know," he growled, his anger seeping into every syllable.“If you really want to know, I just went out to get fucked by other men.”Her words struck him like a hammer to the chest, shattering his heart into pieces. "Princess," he pleaded, reaching for her, his hand trembling with a mix of desire and devastation.But Celine recoiled from his touch, her eyes hard with fury. "Let me be," she snapped, her voice quivering with emotion.“Baby, I am sorry…”Ermanno's apology fell flat, like a deflated balloon. "So?" Celine retorted, her voice laced with dis
A week after the incident, Ermanno tried to reach out to her, but she didn’t let him. Rather she begged him to get rid of their marriage contract, after a while of trying, he gave up and sent the divorce papers to her, she signed it and freed herself from their arranged marriage. Celine shut everyone out of her life, she almost died of dehydration and alcohol poisoning multiple times, but Fiona and Oliver came to her aid. Fiona suggested that it was better she gets therapy and heal. Celine signed up for Therapy, she was lost and needed to find herself. Ermanno broke her beyond repair… Determined to get her life together, she traveled to Los Angeles for a new beginning, letting Whatever Happened in Vegas stay In Vegas. She focused her energy on her Career as a successful actress. Celine's journey to self-discovery had spanned two long, arduous years, but at last, she was returning home. As she gazed upon the glittering lights of Las Vegas, a city that had once shattered her h
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