Ermanno's smirk deepened, his satisfaction evident as he dismissed the doctor with a curt, "Leave.""So what's going to be now?" Ermanno asked, his voice dark and dangerous."I'm terminating the baby," Celine declared, her voice determined and resolute.Ermanno chuckled, the sound sending chills down Celine's spine. "Trust me, I will personally hurt you if you abort my baby, princess," he threatened, his voice calm but menacing.Celine stood her ground, her eyes flashing with defiance. "You wouldn't dare. The child is mine, and I'll determine what to do with it," she retorted, her gaze fierce.Ermanno's chuckle turned into a mocking laugh, his eyes dancing with amusement as he turned his back to Celine. "Tsk! You love pushing me to my limits, don't you, ma?" "Fuck yourself," Celine spat, her disgust for Ermanno clear in her voice.Ermanno's expression hardened, and he leaned forward, his face close to hers. "You have two options," he hissed, his words venomous. "You either get back t
As Celine's hand rested on Cyrus's arm, memories of their encounter two years ago came rushing back. He looked just as striking as ever, his blond hair adding a golden halo to his enigmatic presence. Those unique eyes held a mesmerizing allure that pulled at her attention, drawing her gaze in like a moth to a flame. His broad, muscular figure only added to the intoxicating effect he had on her, leaving her breathless with his undeniable charm. She couldn't help but wonder why he had to be so devastatingly handsome, the very epitome of male perfection.Celine's mind drifted back to that fateful night, recalling the way his strong, yet gentle hands had roamed over her body with a tenderness that had left her wanting more. Shaking herself from the memories, she let out a nervous laugh."Long time no see," Cyrus remarked, his words punctuated by a charming smile that lit up his face."Looks like you missed me so much, you were willing to drop a cool fifty mil on a date," Celine teased, a
Celine's lips parted as she licked her lower lip, her eyes meeting Cyrus's as she answered. "Just when I kissed you."His smile broadened at her response, their shared enjoyment of the evening's tension becoming palpable. Celine was acutely aware of his gaze, the intensity of it revealing his lingering feelings for her.Maybe she wasn't over him either. After all, her heart was beating faster than a hummingbird's wings, and she found herself drawn to him in ways she'd never experienced before.As their first date came to an end, Celine couldn't deny the gentlemanly charm of Cyrus. His grace and charisma had swept her off her feet, and she readily agreed to a second date.In bed that night, Celine's phone buzzed with a message from Cyrus. "Can't wait to see you tomorrow..." she read aloud, feeling a flutter of butterflies in her stomach."I can't wait to see you too," she typed back, a coy smile playing on her lips.Celine found herself eagerly anticipating their next rendezvous. Cyrus
The air around them crackled with electricity, as if the universe itself were anticipating their game of chance.Celine broke away from the embrace, patting Cyrus's chest as she sauntered back, smirking playfully. "You have 30 minutes and you're out of coins, remember?" she reminded him, glancing back at the teddy bear.As she turned to look at Cyrus, she saw him marching towards a group of mischievous-looking kids, a wad of bills in hand. Intrigued, she watched as he engaged in some sort of exchange, the kids' expressions shifting from confusion to delight as they handed over a bag of coins in return for the cash.Cyrus strode back to Celine, a smug grin on his face, his pockets jingling with the coins he'd acquired. He held out the bag of coins triumphantly, like a pirate displaying his stolen treasure."I've got my coins now," he said, his voice dripping with mischief. "And I'm going to win that bear in less than 30 minutes. And when I do, I'll claim my prize." His eyes twinkled wi
Celine's concern gave way to frustration as she ushered Ermanno into her apartment, shutting the door with a decisive click. "You look like a mess," she muttered under her breath, shaking her head.Ermanno swayed unsteadily, his voice slurred from the alcohol. "I'm so sorry," he murmured, contrition etched across his face. "I didn't mean to hurt you."With a heavy sigh, Celine steered him towards her bedroom, gently laying him on the bed, her emotions a tangled mess.“Get some sleep.” Celine moved to leave, but Ermanno's hand shot out like a viper, snaking around her wrist and tugging her down onto the bed with surprising force."Ermanno, let me go," she protested, wriggling to free herself from his grasp. But his hold was unrelenting, his strength fueled by desperation and alcohol."No, please, let me explain myself," Ermanno begged, his eyes pleading, their depths filled with raw vulnerability.Celine's heart ached at the sight of him, this once proud, confident man reduced to a fr
Ermanno's voice cut through the silence, his gaze unwavering. "Eyes up here, princess. I'm not a piece of meat for your amusement."Celine couldn't help but smirk at his response. "Well, you could have just asked me to come, and I would have come willingly. No need to resort to kidnapping. Besides, I almost killed one of your men."Ermanno's expression was nonchalant as he rolled up his sleeves. "Then I'll bury him. A dead servant is no use to me."Celine's patience was wearing thin."Ermanno, enough games," Celine demanded, her voice sharp. "What do you want with me? Why drag me back here like this?""You're pregnant," Ermanno stated, his voice confident."Yes," Celine confirmed, her tone curt."With our child," he continued.Celine's eyes flashed with annoyance. "My child," she corrected, the words slicing through the air like a blade. "Last time I checked, it takes two to tango. You didn't impregnate yourself."She crossed her arms over her chest, impatience radiating from her ever
~In the dim light of the room, Cyrus gazed at Celine's slumbering form, his heart filled with both tenderness and concern. She had been sleeping fitfully for the past ten hours, shivering from what seemed like a fever.Gently, he cupped her face, feeling her soft skin against his hand. Just as he was about to speak, Celine sneezed, jolting her awake. Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the light as she yawned and stretched."Good morning, princess," Cyrus whispered, his voice soft and soothing."It’s a new day Already?" Celine's voice was hoarse as she took in the unfamiliar surroundings. Cyrus smiled reassuringly, offering her a glass of water."It's past twelve," he said, watching her as she gulped the refreshing liquid, her parched throat slowly easing. "You've been asleep for a few hours."Celine's gaze swept across the room, taking in the subtle details that told her she was indeed in Cyrus' house. "Thanks for taking me here," she murmured, finally acknowledging her location.
Ermanno growled, turning his ire towards his guards. "Get out!" he shouted, his voice reverberating off the walls. The men scattered, leaving Ermanno alone with his simmering rage."Back from your honeymoon, I see," he gritted out, a forced smile stretching his lips.Oliver raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "I'm gone for a few weeks and you've already lost your mind over her."Ermanno raked his hands through his hair, his frustration boiling over. "She's pregnant, with my child," he growled.Oliver's shock was palpable, his eyes wide with surprise. "Wow, even me, newly married, haven't gotten my wife pregnant yet. Congratulations!" he teased,Ermanno shook his head, his expression pained. "She doesn’t want me around her or the baby. She doesn’t want me at all," he whispered, his voice a mixture of desperation and defeat."She won’t want you around if you keep going hard on her, Ermanno," Oliver countered. "She's a woman. Love her softly, gently. I know you still love her
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