"May your union be as eternal as the shadows that dance upon the walls. May they guide you through the darkness and light the way to eternal love." Alexander read, taking a moment to catch his breath before continuing."But be warned, not all that glitters is gold. Sometimes the shadows hold secrets that can't be ignored. Keep your eyes open and your hearts guarded, for the darkness may be closer than you think. With love, Red Saint." After Alexander finished reading. A palpable tension settled over the room, leaving a chill in the air.There was a heavy silence as everyone absorbed the message, until Isabel finally spoke up."What on earth does that son of a bitch want now?" Isabel asked in a low murmur, her voice betraying her clear unease at the ominous tone of the message."Language, please Isabel," Harriet cautioned, her tone gentle but firm. Isabel let out a sigh and nodded in apology."I don't understand why he's resurfaced after a whole year of silence. Didn't we pay him off
The figures within the room were barely visible in the dim light that cast a faint glow.In the corner, a man stood with a firm grip on his gun, his eyes fixed on a huddled woman who trembled with fear.Beads of sweat trickled down both their faces and necks, uniting them in their tensionThe atmosphere in the room was suffocating with tension as the man's chest heaved, and he struggled to catch his breath with short, sharp gasps."Please," he whispered, his voice quivering. "Don't make me do this."Despite his desperate plea, a figure emerged from the shadows, looming over the man with a menacing presence.Leaning in close to his ear, the figure spoke in a cold and icy voice, "Pull the trigger."With his hand trembling and his heart racing, the man managed to resist the urge to pull the trigger, keeping his finger still as he gazed at the terrified woman before him."Please," he begged once more. "I can't do this."The shadowy figure persisted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do i
Camilla winced as her intern delicately dabbed antiseptic on the gash above her eyebrow.The searing pain caught her off guard, causing her to instinctively recoil.Despite her best efforts to remain still, her body betrayed her as she tensed up with each subsequent touch."Sorry ma'am." The young lady said but her words barely registered in Camilla's mind as she winced, feeling the pain in her forehead intensify.She nodded in acknowledgement, unable to form a coherent response as she squeezed her eyes shut tighter, hoping to block out the throbbing sensation that was spreading through her head like a relentless drumbeat.She took deep breaths, trying to steady herself, but her efforts were interrupted by the sound of her office door slamming open, causing her to jump in her seat.Her heart pounded in her chest as she whipped around to see Alexander barging into her office, his expression fraught with concern and his breaths coming in ragged gasps.Camilla's surprise quickly turned t
Camilla anxiously perched on the examination bed, her hand trembling as she lifted her shirt to expose her stomach.A slight bulge was beginning to form, signaling the life blossoming within her. Despite the thrill of this development, she couldn't shake off the fear that accompanied it.Alexander stood faithfully by her side, his gaze fixed on her, sharing in her nervous anticipation for the well-being of their unborn child. As the obstetrician readied the ultrasound transducer, a wave of unease washed over Camilla, intensifying her apprehension.Seeking solace in Alexander's comforting presence, Camilla stole a quick glance at him, finding reassurance in his steady gaze.Meanwhile, the doctor generously applied gel to her stomach, its coolness eliciting a slight shiver that coursed through her spine.As the doctor carefully positioned the ultrasound transducer on her abdomen, anticipation surged through Camilla. Both Camilla and Alexander's gazes shifted towards the ultrasound mon
Nestled on her bed, Clarissa held a steaming cup of tea, its warmth seeping into her hands.As wisps of steam danced in the air, they formed a delicate barrier, veiling her face from the outside world.Despite trying, she couldn't shake off the lingering thoughts of the meeting she had with her family a few days prior, where they had discussed the troubling news of Red Saint's reappearance.The reappearance of the sadistic psycho, had plunged her into a state of deep concern, leaving a disturbing impression in the recesses of her mind.It was only natural for her to feel worried given the circumstances.Lost in her ruminations, her train of thought was abruptly shattered by the sound of approaching footsteps. From within the walk-in closet, where their clothing was stored and they prepared themselves, Reynold emerged into the room.As he retrieved his car keys from the nearby bedside drawer, getting ready for his departure, Clarissa couldn't suppress the urgency in her voice and calle
Clarissa's hands clenched the steering wheel with a vice-like grip as she hurtled down the desolate highway.Tears streamed down her cheeks, distorting her view as a tempest of emotions threatened to consume her.A maelstrom of frustration, anger, betrayal, and anguish swirled together, creating an overpowering surge that swept her into a vortex of pain.In this tumultuous instant, her thoughts whisked her back to her university days, specifically to a momentous occasion involving Reynold.•~•~•~•~•~•It had been their one year anniversary, and Clarissa had excitedly orchestrated a night of romance.Reynold had gone to the library immersing himself in preparations for an imminent examination, surrounded by fellow students from his faculty.In that opportune moment, Clarissa seized the chance and stealthily slipped into his dormitory, brimming with excitement at the prospect of surprising him.Soft, flickering candlelight danced around the room, while meticulously scattered roses adorn
As Alexander and Camilla entered their luxurious hotel suite, the difference in their exhaustion was evident.The long-haul flight to the captivating island of Santorini had taken a toll on Alexander, leaving him visibly drained and depleted.His eyes drooped with fatigue, and his movements lacked their usual energy, a sign of the countless hours he had spent meticulously planning their trip.In contrast, Camilla seemed to be full of energy, unaffected by the challenges of travel.Her features radiated a sense of rejuvenation, as she had enjoyed a restful slumber throughout the flight.Gliding into the suite, her eyes shone with curiosity and excitement.The lavish surroundings embraced her, offering a welcome reprieve from the strains of their journey.The room exuded a peaceful ambiance, with tasteful furnishings, a calming color scheme, and gentle lighting that cast a warm and inviting aura.Watching Camilla's vivacious presence, Alexander couldn't help but feel a mixture of admira
As the early morning rays leaked through the sheer curtains of his hotel suite, Alexander slowly woke from the deepness of a peaceful slumber.The delicate sheets stuck to his body, unwilling to free him from their warm hug.He flickered his eyes open, adjusting to the gentle glow that danced upon the room's graceful decor.With a languid stretch of his arms, he took satisfaction in the pleasant feeling of his muscles awakening, slowly dispelling the remnants of sleep's enchantment. His hand went off to Camilla's side on the bed, his fingers brushing against the cool sheets.His brows creased slightly, a glimmer of confusion and longing passing through his eyes. "Camilla..." he called out softly, but his voice was met with silence.He sat up, his hands moving up over his face, rubbing his fatigued eyes.As they finally opened fully, he sighed, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and standing up. He moved toward the balcony, pulling back the curtains in hopeful anticipation, e
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