~Erammno's eyes fluttered open, each blink a painful struggle against the persistent blurriness that plagued his vision. His body felt heavy, weighed down by a malaise that had persisted for days now, leaving him weak and disoriented.A dull, throbbing ache spread through his limbs as he tried to gain his bearings, the room around him an indistinct haze of shadows and shapes.Erammno's heart pounded in his chest as he squinted through the dimness, his breath catching in his throat as his eyes fell upon a sight he'd never prepared himself for. Cyrus, the man he knew to be his rival, his nemesis, was there, his hands exploring Celine's body as he whispered words of desire into her ear."I want you, cupcake," Cyrus murmured, the endearment a dagger to Erammno's heart.Celine's eyes were closed, her body arching against Cyrus's touch, her moans a siren song that taunted Erammno's senses."I want you too," she replied, her voice a husky whisper that ignited a raging inferno in Erammno's c
The news of Ermanno's tragic death rippled through the community, sending shockwaves of grief and confusion in its wake.Celine found herself thrust into the role of comforter, offering words of sympathy and condolence to his friends and family as they mourned his passing. But each consoling embrace and murmured apology served only to twist the knife of guilt deeper into her heart.In the privacy of her own mind, Celine writhed in a tangled web of self-hatred and remorse.Celine hated that she had to comfort his friends and family as they cried over him knowing well that she was the one who killed him.She couldn't bring herself to look at her reflection in the mirror, haunted by the memories of her act of violence. The only solace she found was in her growing belly, a constant reminder of the life she'd helped create with the man she'd loved and lost.Celine's fingers gently traced the curve of her growing belly, her thoughts consumed with guilt and doubt. How could she be a good mot
Celine's mind swirled like a tempest, her thoughts a chaotic blur of pain, betrayal, and bewilderment. “Celine… are you okay?”Yet, as she heard Oliver's concerned call, she mustered the strength to plaster on a smile, banishing the shadows lurking in her eyes."I'm okay," she replied, her voice steadier than she felt.Oliver studied her with a careful gaze, his concern evident in the creases of his brow. "You don't look okay," he countered, "are you sure?"Celine forced a light chuckle, her smile faltering ever so slightly.Oliver's gaze drifted to Celine's midsection, a gentle swell beneath the fabric of her clothes. "What about the baby?" he inquired, concern creasing his brow."He's doing okay, too," Celine replied, her smile a touch more genuine this time.In response, Oliver produced a folded piece of paper, its surface bearing a single, handwritten location. Celine's eyes widened in curiosity as she unfolded the slip of paper, her brow furrowing as she read the enigmatic messa
In a fit of rage, Cyrus paced the room like a caged beast, his fury palpable as he listened to the quiet whispers of Celine and Ermanno through the bugged necklace he'd gifted her. But Ermanno's discovery and destruction of the listening device had left Cyrus seething."Those damn bastards," he spat, his eyes burning with hatred. "We need to move quickly."Cyrus's jaw tightened, his eyes cold and determined as he plotted his next move. "Get our men ready. We're going to attack their villa in the mountains. That's where they are hiding," he ordered, his voice hard as steel.The scarred man left to carry out his instructions, leaving Cyrus alone with his twisted thoughts. "I'm coming for you, Celine," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "You will pay for your betrayal, and victory will be mine."~Celine's steps were swift but hesitant, her mind racing with a jumble of thoughts. "Where are you taking me?" she asked, her voice tremulous as she packed her belongings under Ermanno's wa
Loe looked very different…But this Leo was a twisted caricature of the man she knew. His face was mottled with scars, and his hand was a sleek, mechanical construct, the result of some unspeakable trauma.Celine's heart thudded in her chest as she took in the scene. The danger was palpable, the flames lapping at the edges of her memory.Celine's shock morphed into dread as she faced the twisted version of Leo, her horror palpable as he stepped towards her, his eyes smoldering with malice."Long time, no see," he hissed, his voice a slither of menace.“What are you doing?”As Celine attempted to escape, Leo's hand shot out, entwining his fingers in her hair with a savage tug. She cried out, trying to fight him off, but he was too strong.With a strength fueled by panic, Celine struck out, her fist connecting with Leo's stomach.In that moment, she saw her chance and bolted, but Leo's arm snaked out, his mechanical hand snagging her leg. With a sickening thud, Celine tumbled to the flo
Meanwhile, Ermanno came to Italy to look for Celine, tracking her down. He went to the hospital where she was admitted, but they told him that Celine already left with her husband. "What do you mean she left with her husband?" he exclaimed, his eyes blazing with panic. "Celine's not married! What's going on?" The hospital staff exchanged uneasy glances, their confusion mirroring Ermanno's as they struggled to reconcile the conflicting information. The doctors did their best to placate Ermanno, their words a salve on the festering wound of his anxiety. "Please, sir, calm down. Celine was brought to the hospital by this man, who claimed to be her husband. He showed us videos and pictures of them together, even their wedding photos. We had no reason to doubt his story," they reasoned. Ermanno shook his head, his doubts remaining unmoved. Something felt off. The pieces of the puzzle didn't fit. Ermanno's frustration boiled over, his words sharp as knives as he turned on his heel a
Ermanno’s men had surrendered the whole underground with bombs earlier in an attempt to kill off the whole Mafia Clan and Cyrus in the process.Celine fainted due to stress, and was immediately admitted to the hospital. She has been in coma for past Three months. It has been heart breaking for everyone. Celine got out of Coma last two days and she was finally coming home. Everyone was happy for her. Everyone were Properly taking care of her as she was slowly regaining her memories.Celine's disbelief was palpable as she chided Ermanno with a playful smile, "I thought I saw you go up in smoke in that explosion! Are you some kind of immortal or something?"Ermanno, basking in the joy of seeing Celine's recovery, joined in on the banter. "I might be." He said, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "Or maybe I'm just too important to die, huh?"Celine rolled her eyes in mock exasperation, but her laughter was genuine and filled the room with warmth.Ermanno's mischievous grin widened as he rev
“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
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