"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
"Hey," Ermanno murmured, his gaze lingering on Celine's face, a soft intensity in his eyes that made her heart flutter."Hey," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, her breath catching as she met his gaze. She could feel the warmth of his hand in hers, the connection rekindling a spark that she had thought long extinguished."Ready?" Ermanno asked, offering his hand to her with a small, but meaningful, smile. Celine took his hand, her fingers intertwining with his, and nodded.As their skin touched, a shudder ran through Celine's body, her mind trying to suppress the flood of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her. She focused her attention on their steps, walking into the ceremony, the music washing over them like a delicate tide.Together, they made their way to the altar, each step seeming to resonate with a heavy significance. And when they reached their destination, Celine drew her hand away, her eyes darting to the left. One by one, the other bridesmaids joined them,
The kiss burned through Celine like wildfire, scorching her body with a heat she'd almost forgotten. Moans tumbled from her lips as a wetness began to pool between her thighs, a surge of desire unlike anything she'd experienced with anyone else in the last two years.Despite the time that had passed, Ermanno still held a spell over her, his touch igniting something primal within her. The experience was terrifying and exhilarating all at once, like a drug she couldn't resist, pulling her deeper into the flames of their undeniable passion.Ermanno's fingers danced over her skin, unzipping her dress and letting it fall to the floor in a pool of fabric. The glint in his eyes was pure, unfiltered desire, making Celine's breath hitch in anticipation."Fuck, I've missed you," he growled, his gaze raking over her body as he removed her bra and panties, exposing her slick heat. "I've missed this," he whispered, his fingers kneading her breasts, his tongue circling her nipples, eliciting a low
The news reverberated through the air like a thunderclap, and Celine felt her world spinning. "What?!" she exclaimed, her voice rising in pitch as she stared at the doctor with wide eyes. "There's nothing congratulatory here!" The doctor looked apologetic, his face a picture of solemnity. "I'm sorry, Miss Celine, but the test results are clear. You are pregnant. Around a week and a few days, based on the hormone levels in your urine sample." Celine sank back onto the hospital bed, her head swimming with confusion and disbelief. Celine groaned in frustration, her hand instinctively massaging her temples as a throbbing headache began to set in. "I thought I was on birth control," she grumbled, her mind racing to recall when she'd last taken it. "And when was the last time you were on birth control?" the doctor probed gently, sensing her distress. "Two years ago," Celine admitted, feeling a surge of guilt and embarrassment wash over her. Celine grimaced, sinking into the uncomfor
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