Alessia beamed as she presented a vibrant bowl of fruit salad on the dining table in front of Camilla.However, her daughter looked unimpressed as she cast a disinterested gaze upon the colorful dish.Noticing her daughter's lack of enthusiasm, Alessia inquired, "What's with that look?"Camilla let out a deep sigh, feeling weary of her mother's overbearing attitude. "Mamma, isn't it about time you go back to your husband's house?" she said, her voice tinged with annoyance as she met Alessia's gaze.Alessia's smile vanished, replaced with a frown as she asked, "Why? So you can have the chance to get rid of my grandchild?"Camilla, exasperated by her mother's attitude, rolled her eyes and muttered "Oh my God."Unfazed, Alessia nodded and continued, "You may as well get used to having me around, because I'll be here until the child is born, no matter how long it takes."Camilla's frustration with her mother's persistence mounted until she could no longer contain it. Rising to her feet,
The old woman picked up the teacup delicately from the saucer on the table and blew a soft breath over the surface of the liquid before taking a sip, exhaling contentedly. "è perfetta (It's perfect)," she said, noticing the surprise on Camilla's face."Don't be surprised," Harriet chuckled, placing the teacup on the table. "That's the only Italian word I know." Camilla nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips.After a brief pause, Harriet asked, "How are you feeling?" Camilla's response was hesitant and noncommittal as she shrugged her shoulders. "Umm...fine I guess..." she said, causing Harriet to lean forward with concern.After a pause, Harriet spoke again, her tone gentle yet firm. "No, you're not," she said, sensing that there was more to Camilla's emotional state than she was letting on.Camilla's eyes fell to the ground, her throat feeling tight as she struggled to find the words.Finally, she forced out the truth. "I and Alexander lied about being in a relationship," she sai
Camilla sat on the operating table, her hands tightly gripping the edges as she felt a wave of anxiety wash over her.The sterile walls and bright lights of the room intensified her nervousness. She pondered if she was making the right decision by terminating her pregnancy.The doctor entered the room and approached Camilla with a gentle and reassuring tone. "How are you feeling, Miss Kings?" he asked.Camilla hesitated, uncertain of how to respond. After taking a deep breath, she finally spoke up. "I'm feeling nervous, but I know this is the right decision for me."The doctor nodded with empathy. "Are you ready to proceed with the procedure?" he asked.Camilla's hesitation returned as she felt a sense of doubt creeping in. However, after a brief moment, she let out a sigh and nodded. "Yes," she whispered softly.The doctor smiled reassuringly and nodded. "Excellent," he said. "One of our nurses will come and sedate you now. Please don't worry; you won't feel any pain."After a few mom
Alexander stood in front of the bathroom mirror, a towel draped over his neck. He let out a heavy sigh, rubbing his face with his hands in an attempt to shake off the exhaustion he felt. He knew it wasn't caused by physical labor but rather his mind running wild, unable to settle.As he stared at his reflection, his thoughts drifted back to a previous moment in time.•••••~Flashback•••••~Alexander pushed open the door to Camilla's hospital ward and found his mother and younger sister standing in tense silence. He stepped inside, casting a quick glance at his sister who avoided eye contact. Then, he turned to his mother."Mom... what are you doing here?" he asked cautiously, feeling a sense of apprehension as he looked at her.His mother's brows furrowed in irritation. "What sort of question is that? Were you two planning on getting rid of my grandchild without even telling anyone?!" she demanded, her tone sharp. It was then that Alexander realized Isabel had spilled the beans.He l
Camilla acknowledged Alexander's presence with a polite nod and a reserved smile, meeting his gaze steadily."Good morning, Alexander," she said in a measured tone, her voice polite but lacking any warmth or friendliness.She maintained a cautious distance from him, still feeling uneasy after their last encounter."I see you're dressed up and ready to take on the day," she observed, maintaining her gaze on him. "I hope my presence isn't causing any inconvenience to your plans."Alexander shook his head, his gaze transfixed on her enchanting presence."No, not at all," he managed to reply, his voice barely above a whisper.Seeing her caused a jolt of nervous energy to shoot through his body, causing his palms to sweat and his heart to race.He was so taken aback by her unexpected presence that he found himself stuttering incoherently, struggling to form a coherent thought.Despite his jumbled thoughts, he managed to muster the courage to speak. "Hey...so, what brings you around here?"
The only source of illumination in a dark room was a dim blue glow emanating from the television screen, while the eerie stillness was only broken by the echoing voice of the brunette reporter."Thanks for joining us for the latest news, but now it's time to switch gears and talk about the latest in entertainment and fashion.""Joining us now is my colleague Jane, who has all the scoop on the hottest trends and celebrity news." The reporter announced."Thanks, Laura," Jane acknowledged before taking the lead, "Good evening, everyone. I'm Jane Brooker, and I'm thrilled to be here to share some sizzling updates on the latest celebrity news and hottest trends with you today."Kicking off the segment with an intriguing scoop, Jane began, "As they say, all's fair in love and war. And in the world of Hollywood's favorite couple, Taylor Jones and Ben Johnson, it seems like things might not be as picture-perfect as they appear.""Earlier this week, a disturbing video surfaced online, capturin
The atmosphere was imbued with a jubilant spirit as the night wore on.Amidst the tranquil beauty of Clarissa and Reynold's expansive estate, the luminous moon illuminated the surroundings with a gentle radiance.As the merriment of the evening continued, the opulent vehicle belonging to the family gracefully slid into the secluded garage, its polished form shimmering in the welcoming light from above.The soft whirring of the garage doors marked the conclusion of their journey for the night.In a flurry of youthful energy, the triplets - Juliana, Daniel, and Jennifer - emerged from the vehicle, their eyes alight with anticipation and enthusiasm.Their animated conversation filled the air with a vibrant hum as they recounted the memorable moments of Alexander and Camilla's wedding.Clarissa's exquisite gown swayed with elegance, while Reynold, in his finely-tailored suit, exuded an air of sophistication.Observing their children with affectionate admiration, as they trailed behind, th
Clarissa's chest heaved with a deep, shaky breath as she again clutched Reynold's hand tightly."Reynold, please, think about the kids. How will they feel when they find out about this?" Her voice quavered with pain."I've endured this long for them, but if we keep going like this, they'll eventually notice the changes between us. It's better this way," Reynold explained calmly, though his eyes belied the turmoil he felt inside.Clarissa shook her head, the sorrow and desperation in her eyes palpable."No, it's not," she declared firmly, refusing to accept his reasoning."How can you say that it's better for us to separate? It will shatter them," she implored."I know," Reynold said, his voice soft and soothing, "but they will heal with time."Clarissa's voice trembled with emotion as she asked, "What about me, Reynold? Don't I matter in all of this?"She was desperate for some reassurance that he still cared for her, that he still wanted to be with her.Reynold hesitated before answe
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