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
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
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
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 smile reflected at her in the mirror, radiating pure joy. Today was the day, her long-awaited wedding day. After six years of waiting, she was finally about to become Mrs. Walker. Her whole being buzzed with anticipation, filling the room with her infectious energy.Leaving the mirror behind, Celine headed towards her walk-in closet, eager to select the perfect outfit for her pre-wedding hair and makeup session. Before she could reach the closet, a faint voice caught her attention from the next room.As curiosity piqued, Celine sneaked out from her walk-in closet to investigate. The sight that greeted her stopped her heart cold. Her world shattered into a thousand shards of betrayal as she beheld the scene unfolding before her.Leo, her soon-to-be husband, intimately engaged with her own aunt, Penelope.Her breath hitched, a stifled sob catching in her throat as her heart shuddered into a million pieces. She blinked back tears, unable to tear her gaze away as she watched them
The evening had bled into the late hours of the night, casting its cloak of darkness over Celine as she sat alone on a park bench, sobbing. The world seemed to move on without her as passersby cast her furtive glances, a chorus of sidelong stares and muffled whispers.Her eyes stung, raw and dry from the endless stream of tears that had cascaded down her cheeks.As if guided by some invisible force, Celine found herself standing in front of a bar, its garish, flashing lights illuminating the thick haze of alcohol and smoke that wafted out onto the street.As the nauseating aroma of cheap booze and cigarettes filled her nostrils, Celine's voice, a ghostly whisper of her former self, “Just what I need.”With shaky steps, she waded into the bar, the din of drunken laughter and raucous chatter rising to meet her. Unseen eyes, weighted with judgment, tracked her progress as she slipped into a seat at the bar, her gaze fixed on the grimy countertop.The bartender, a man with a perpetual sco
The morning light filtered through the hotel room's blinds, casting a hazy glow over the unfamiliar surroundings. Celine’s eyes fluttered open, her mind slows to come to terms with the unfamiliarity of her environment. It was only when she felt a heavy weight around her waist that she realized with a start that she was not alone.The scream that almost escaped her lips was silenced by the throbbing pain of a hangover, but her heart was racing with uncertainty and fear.Celine's heart thundered in her chest as she took in the sight of the sleeping man beside her, his hands still wrapped around her waist in a slumbering embrace.As the memories of the previous night came flooding back, a wave of shame and horror washed over her, threatening to drown her in its icy waters.“Ugh! This is why I hate drinking,” she muttered, her voice barely a whisper, as she lay still, unwilling to rouse The Sleeping Beauty beside her and face the consequences of her actions.Celine’s movements were slow a
“Or What Sweetheart?” His eyes gave away his dangerous nature.“I’ll call the police,” she threatened, her voice wavering slightly as she realized that Erammno’s eyes, dark as a storm-tossed sea, held the promise of danger.He smirked, his hand reaching to brush the stray strands of hair from her face.“Don’t play with fire, Celine.” His voice held a note of threat, like a thin layer of frost coating her skin.“What if I do?” Celine asked, her voice tinged with curiosity despite the ever-present threat of Erammno’s presence.“I will make you regret it,” he warned, his words like ice shards cutting through her resistance.Scared, Celine averted her gaze, pleading with him. “Please, leave.”“I will give you twenty-four hours to reconsider.” He concluded, heading to the door, “Goodnight Celine.” His voice faded as he walked out with his guards.Celine immediately locked her door, her heart racing in fear. She hadn’t even realized that she had been holding her breath all along.Celine's f