As night fell, the city embraced its inhabitants with a tender, velvety touch, draping them in a blanket of darkness adorned with twinkling stars. Amidst the lively streets, an esteemed restaurant stood as a sanctuary of refinement and grace.Within its walls, the softly illuminated interior exuded an aura of elegance, igniting a sense of anticipation in the air.At the heart of the restaurant, nestled in a corner, a table played host to Reynold.His attire spoke of lavishness, as he donned an exquisite crimson suit that enveloped his figure with meticulous precision.The deep hue of his attire mirrored the dance of the candlelight in front of him, casting a radiant warmth upon his features.Restlessly, Reynold's eyes darted towards his watch, its hands seemingly moving at an agonizingly slow pace.Flickers of hope and uncertainty mingled within his gaze as he glanced at the entrance of the restaurant.The weight of expectation hung palpably in the air, hinting at his anticipation of
The kitchen was bathed in the gentle embrace of early morning sunlight, casting a warm and inviting glow that danced playfully across the room.Clarissa, surrounded by the delightful energy of her triplets; Daniel, Juliana, and Jennifer found herself amid a lively breakfast preparation.Laughter and chatter filled the air as they each had their assigned tasks.Daniel, the oldest of the triplets, confidently flipped pancakes on the gas.His skillful moves with the spatula created a stack of delicious golden-brown pancakes.Juliana, full of energy, stood by the counter with a bowl of freshly cut fruits.With graceful movements, she expertly mixed them, creating a colorful and lively fruit salad to go along with their breakfast.Jennifer, the youngest among them, took charge of setting the table.With careful attention, she arranged the plates, utensils, and napkins, creating an organized and visually appealing table setting.Her precision showed her keen eye for detail, enhancing the ov
Clarissa's frustration grew with every passing moment, her mind consumed by a mix of anger and hurt.She continued to pace back and forth in her room, her grip on the phone tightening as she held it up to her ear.Her voice trembled with a combination of anger and disappointment as she addressed Reynold."No you listen to me," she said, her tone infused with a palpable sense of exasperation."I don't care if your intention wasn't to provoke me into agreeing to a divorce, but did you even stop to consider the impact your actions could have on our children if they were to see that article about you with that woman?"Reynold's voice came through the phone, carrying a trace of regret."It was meant to be a private meeting. How was I supposed to know that some crazy reporter would take a picture of us together and fabricate such a story?"Clarissa let out a frustrated breath, her irritation permeating the air."So that's it...Is that really going to be your only response?" she asked, her v
After ending his call with Clarissa, Reynold placed his phone in the center console storage of his car and gazed out of the window, his mind consumed by frustration and exhaustion.As he took a deep breath, attempting to find some semblance of calm, a knock on the opposite side of the window startled him.Turning his attention towards the source of the sound, Reynold's eyes met Megan's shy smile and wave as she leaned forward.His initial surprise lingered as he reached over and opened the car door for her.With a flushed face, Megan swiftly entered the car, releasing a relieved breath."Thanks," she murmured, casting a brief glance around the car before fixing her gaze on Reynold, who appeared far from excited."Why did you choose to meet in your car on the side of the road?" She inquired, a mischievous grin playing on her lips as she observed Reynold. Reynold let out a weary sigh, his hand instinctively reaching up to rub his forehead. "I apologize for the unconventional meeting s
Alexander found himself seated on the patio of his house, basking in the warm morning sun.As he absent-mindedly scrolled through his phone, his thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a call from his father, George."Hey, Dad," he greeted, his voice a blend of anticipation and concern."Alexander, can you come to Clark's right away?" George asked urgently.Alexander's brows furrowed in surprise. "Of course, Dad. Is something wrong?""No, they've just uncovered another lead on Red Saint, one that is sure to result in his capture this time."A surge of hope flooded Alexander's heart upon hearing his father's words.Renewed by the prospect of justice, Alexander responded with a resolute tone, "I'm on my way," and hung up the phone.The arduous path he had trodden for so long now felt purposeful and invigorating.~•~•~•~•As Alexander stepped into the headquarters of Jim Carrey Bureau of Investigation Agency.A private investigating company, headed by a former deputy director for investiga
"Hello... Red Saint?" Megan's voice resonated through the dimly lit apartment.She cautiously stepped forward, her senses heightened, trying to discern his whereabouts.Amid the tense atmosphere, her phone suddenly buzzed in her pocket.She retrieved it and glanced at the screen, revealing a message with a simple instruction; 'I'm up at the roof, go through the door in front of you.'Taking a deep breath, Megan summoned her resolve and approached the door directly ahead.It emitted an eerie creak as it swung open, revealing a narrow staircase leading upward, towards the rooftop.The faint lighting accentuated the sense of mystery, transforming each step she took into a thrilling journey into the unknown.Finally, Megan stood on the rooftop, her eyes gradually adjusting to the darkness enveloping the space.The moonlight cast eerie shadows, adding a touch of mystery to the encounter.Her gaze swept across the expanse, desperately searching for the one who had asked for her presence.An
Except for Clarissa's triplets, the entire Cena family had assembled at the morgue, creating an atmosphere of somberness and tense anticipation.Harriet's eyes remained fixed upon the motionless figure of the young man lying before them, her gaze reflecting a blend of astonishment and residual resentment.It was unfathomable to her that the person responsible for inflicting immeasurable suffering upon her family had, at last, departed this world.As the weight of the moment settled upon her, Harriet couldn't help but feel an undeniable satisfaction washing over her.The sight of him in this state brought forth a bittersweet sense of closure, offering respite from the unrelenting torment they had endured.Yet, deep within her, she couldn't shake the feeling that death had granted him a mercy he didn't deserve.She had yearned for him to confront the consequences of his actions, to truly comprehend the pain and suffering he had inflicted upon their lives.However, she had no choice but
The morgue was filled with silence, broken only by the soft sound of heels clicking on the cold, tiled floor.A mysterious person, dressed in a somber black suit, moved purposefully through the quiet space, heading straight for a specific mortuary cooler.With deliberate movements, he opened the door, revealing the lifeless body of a man.As the figure's eyes met the lifeless form, time appeared to freeze, and a profound sorrow washed over his expression, leaving behind deep lines of grief etched upon his face.•~•~•~•~•Flashback•~•~•~•~•Bathed in the room's bright light, a man became consumed by anger, unleashing violent kicks and furious slams that sent objects crashing to the floor.His rapid breaths mirrored the intensity of his emotions.Observing the chaotic scene a few steps away, another man remained remarkably composed, hands casually tucked into his pockets.He silently absorbed the unfolding outburst.Finally, unable to endure it any longer, the composed man broke the si
Dear Readers,I am Love Crown, the author of the captivating story you have just finished reading, "Entangled With My Rival CEO." This journey has been an emotional rollercoaster, and these characters have become an integral part of my life.Countless sleepless nights were spent trying to convey their thoughts, actions, and every aspect of their lives through my writing. Although it took approximately eight months to complete this story, I can assure you it was not an easy journey.I kindly ask for your understanding if you come across any mistakes, especially in the Italian language, as it is not my native tongue. Nevertheless, my love for the language is immense, and I hope to delve deeper into it someday.As we conclude the chapter on Alexander Aziel Cena and Camilla Idalia Kings' love story, I want to extend my heartfelt gratitude to all who supported this story. Even during times when I couldn't update as promptly as I wished, you remained steadfast.To stay updated on my upcomin
A resounding clap echoed through the room as Charles applauded Alexander, his tone dripping with sarcasm."Wow!... I guess I underestimated your girl then... hmmm, you're one lucky man, Alexander," Charles taunted."It took your lover just a few minutes to discover who I really was when I drove her to her destination, but you dummies, despite spending years with me..." Charles paused for effect before continuing sharply, "...didn't have a clue."He then shifted his attention to Harriet, offering a bright smile. "Great acting, Grandma... you truly deserve an Oscar," he mocked.Charles clapped his hands, turning his attention to everyone in the room. "All of this is well planned, but I must mention that if these men were to take me away now..."He left the sentence hanging, his gaze fixed on the SWAT teams whose weapons and attention remained firmly trained on his every move.He continued with a chilling threat, "Your dear Camilla and my dear aunt's husband, Uncle Rey, would die," makin
•~•~•~•~•Flashback•~•~•~•~•As Alexander returned to his hotel suite that fateful night, a whirlwind of emotions consumed him. He sat on the edge of the bed, his thoughts in disarray.How was he going to rescue Camilla?How would he even begin to break the devastating news of her disappearance to her parents?His hands instinctively rose to his hair, ruffling it in frustration, and he hung his head low in despair.Amidst the tears glistening in his beautiful blue eyes, he noticed a purple, sparkling device on the floor. His mind raced as he realized it was Camilla's phone.Slowly, Alexander reached out and picked up the device, a face-down iPhone. He turned it over to reveal the blank screen.With a soft double-tap, the phone came to life, prompting him for a passcode.Without hesitation, he input the code, granting access to the phone's contents. What he saw on the interface not only shocked him but sent chills down his spine."Alexander, it's urgent. You need to know that Charles
Charles paused for a moment, taking a deep breath, his hand hovering over the doorknob.He hesitated, unsure of what awaited him on the other side.Just as his fingertips grazed the cold metal, the door swung open, revealing a breathtaking woman in her mid-thirties.Her long black hair cascaded down, framing her face with a sense of elegance.Her hazel eyes, piercing yet familiar, held a sense of curiosity.She was dressed in an elegant black gown that accentuated her curves, an hourglass figure that caught Charles' attention.A white stethoscope hung from her neck, hinting at her profession."Mr. Wilton," she began, a small smile dancing on her lips. "You are here?" Charles furrowed his brow."Yes, I just arrived. Doctor... How is my grandmother?" he inquired, his gaze shifting from the woman to the room beyond her.She glanced briefly over her shoulder, then turned back to face him."She's stable at the moment," the doctor said, her voice composed and professional."However, we need
"Pull the trigger." the male whispered behind Charles as he held the loaded GLOCK 19 pistol pointed at Mary who was huddled in a corner, drenched in sweat and covered in bruises as a result of all kinds of torture, sobbing quietly.His hands holding the pistol trembled, "Please," he begged for the second time. "I can't do this."The shadowy figure behind him persisted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do it, Charles. You know you want to. End her life quickly and painlessly. It won't take more than a second.""I can't," Charles whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I can't kill her.""If you don't pull the trigger, I'll do it myself," the menacing figure threatened from the darkness, causing Mary to shake her head vehemently and sob louder than before."No, Charles, don't listen...to him. You love me. You won't...kill me. You don't have to." She said in between hiccups and gut-wrenching sobs.Charles's breaths were ragged as he shook his head, tears streaming down his cheeks as
Camilla's heart dropped, her body frozen in shock and horror at his confession. The room felt oppressive, the atmosphere charged with an eerie energy.Tears welled up in Charles's eyes as he continued to laugh, his grip tightening on Camilla's arm. "Oh, the look on her face when I took her last breath," he rasped, his voice laced with sadistic delight.Camilla's mind raced, the gravity of the situation sinking in. She needed to find a way to escape, to get out of this nightmare before it was too late.Charles's laughter finally faded, replaced by a deranged grin. "That slut...I killed her and if I had a time machine, I'd go back and do it again." He said gazing off to stare at nothing in particular.•~•~•~•~•Flashback •~•~•~•~•George Cena Jr., Alexander and Isabel's father, was celebrating his fiftieth birthday and the entire family had planned a grand celebration for him.Gentle melodies floated in the air, emanating from the large speakers strategically positioned in the venue.T
Camilla remained unconscious, her body rigidly bound to a chair in the dimly lit room.A black bag covered her head, concealing her features until it was abruptly snatched away.In the eerie silence, Charles's shoes clicked softly as he paced around her, only to come to a stop right in front of her.A sickeningly sadistic tone laced his words as he spoke. "We're here, princess. It's time to wake up," he declared, holding her gaze steadily with his hazel eyes.Minutes stretched on, yet there was no response from Camilla. Growing impatient, Charles decided to take a more forceful approach.Leaning in, he pressed his lips against hers, his tongue slipping along her bottom lip in a crude act of dominance.At first, there was no reaction whatsoever, until suddenly her teeth sank into his lower lip, causing him to instinctively pull away, his face contorting in pain.A humorless chuckle reverberated around the room as he held his injured lip, blood trickling down his chin."Feisty, aren't w
Alexander arrived at the hotel, well past midnight. He carefully shut the door, assuming Camilla was already inside and likely asleep.As he entered the room, he was engulfed in darkness.After a tiring day at the hospital, all he desired was to relax in a soothing bath and snuggle up in bed with Camilla.In order to brighten up the space, he flipped the switch on the wall. What he saw in the illuminated suite left him stunned.He noticed a shattered vase lying on the floor, its delicate pieces scattered around.The once elegant golden statue, used for decoration and formerly perched on the shelf, now lay broken into two separate parts on the ground.A peculiar sight greeted him as he glanced towards the floor, where an unusually large amount of sand seemed to have accumulated.His gaze then shifted to the bed, which appeared disheveled and empty, though with slight signs of recent disturbance.Camil...Camilla?" His voice trembled with worry as he cautiously made his way into the room
After entering her hotel suite, Camilla hastily secured the door before collapsing onto the floor.Her handbag tumbled beside her, and her phone spilled out in the process.Breathing heavily, her breath labored, she struggled to regain her composure.Adrenaline coursed through her veins, leaving her feeling dizzy and slightly nauseous.Suddenly, she felt the contents of her stomach rising, threatening to escape her mouth.With great effort, she managed to contain it, pushing herself to her feet despite her unsteady balance.She made a hasty dash for the bathroom, where she emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet.Camilla knelt in front of the toilet, her body racked with retching and her breath coming in gasps.The cool bathroom tiles pressed against her cheek as she tried to steady herself.Time seemed to stretch on endlessly as she endured the ordeal, and eventually, the vomiting subsided, leaving her feeling utterly drained and trembling.She carefully stood up, holding