In the midst of the surrounding darkness, Camilla's breathing quickened, and she tightly gripped the handrail for support.Her heart raced within her chest as the elevator finally stopped falling.And even though he couldn't see her, the sound of Camilla's breathing stirred immense concern in Edward."Camilla, are you alright?" he called out, his voice tinged with genuine worry.Instead of responding, Camilla, haunted by her past trauma and now suffering from PTSD(Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder) triggered by the darkness, remained frozen in fear.The oppressive darkness and the confined space overwhelmed her, temporarily robbing her of the ability to communicate.Edward's concern grew as he strained his ears, desperately hoping to hear any sign that Camilla was alright.With no response forthcoming, he released the handrail and reached out, his hands searching for her.But when his fingertips finally made contact with her arm, she let out a piercing scream, shocking him to his core."
The doorbell chimed, 'ding dong' resonating through Camilla's luxury serviced apartment."I'll be right there," she called out, her voice echoing from the distant reaches of the living room.As the door swung open, Edward stood before her, clutching a magnificent bouquet of roses.Despite his casual attire of a t-shirt and jeans, an air of elegance and refinement enveloped him.His dark, lustrous hair was expertly braided, lending him a polished look, while his face radiated a gentle smile."Good evening," he greeted, his words leaving Camilla in a state of astonishment.She remained rooted at the threshold, draped in her pajamas, her blonde hair gathered in a disheveled bun.After a brief pause of awe and confusion, Camilla finally found her voice.".....Hi," she uttered, her internal thoughts racing to process the unexpected visit.Edward's smile widened, a warm affection shining in his eyes.He took in Camilla's pajama-clad charm and artfully tousled hair, inwardly praising her nat
The dimly lit bar provided a gloomy backdrop to the storm of emotions brewing within Alexander.The two days he had spent in Paris had been both a blessing and a torment.His heart raced as he watched Camilla with a mix of longing and sadness.He desperately wanted to see her, explain himself, and make amends for everything that had happened.However, the fear of her reaction held him back.He knew she would be angry and hurt, but what worried him the most was if she would still reject him after he explained everything to her.As he continued to watch her, Camilla suddenly stood up from her seat, irritation showing on her face.Just as she stumbled, nearly falling, Alexander's instinct kicked in, and he started to get up from his seat to go to her and catch her.But before he could take a step, Edward quickly intervened, offering his support and guiding the visibly intoxicated Camilla away.A wave of conflicting emotions overwhelmed Alexander as he saw them leaving the bar together.H
The upcoming car slammed on its brakes, its tires screeching against the pavement as it skidded to a halt just inches away from Camilla.Edward found himself in a moment where everything around him seemed to freeze, his heart racing within his chest.Meanwhile, with a jolt from the sudden stop of the car in front of her, Camilla regained some sobriety, and Alexander hurried to her side.Visibly shaken, the driver of the car emerged from the vehicle, his face displaying deep concern."I'm so sorry... I didn't see her in time. Please, I'm truly sorry," he stammered, his gaze anxiously shifting between the three of them.Breathing a sigh of relief, Alexander locked his eyes on the man and nodded, "It's okay... Thank goodness she's alright." His voice was filled with a mixture of gratitude and lingering fear.Relieved, the driver acknowledged the nod, slowly retreating into his car and driving away at a noticeably slower pace, still visibly shaken by the near accident.With the driver's d
The first rays of the morning sun poured through the sheer curtains, painting the room in a soft, golden hue.Camilla slowly stirred from her sleep, releasing a tired groan as she stretched and opened her eyes.Turning to her side, to her surprise, she was met with Alexander's sleeping figure, his features peaceful and relaxed.Blinking in disbelief, Camilla's shock broke the silence as she exclaimed, "Che diavolo! (What the hell!)"Startled, Alexander jolted awake, immediately sitting upright."Camilla... You're awake," he said, his voice a mix of relief and uncertainty, evident from the bewildered expression on her face.Camilla's heart raced as she looked at Alexander.It had been a year since they last saw each other, and now he was here beside her, seemingly out of nowhere.Her hands flew to her head as she tried to recollect what had transpired the previous night, but her memories were hazy.She recalled Edward coming over, going to a bar he had chosen, and then…….her memory fa
Alexander's car came to a halt in front of the building of Camilla's luxury serviced apartment.The engine's low hum faded into silence, leaving a moment of quiet between him and Camilla.Finally, Camilla tried to break the silence by opening the car, but she was interrupted by Alexander's voice."Camilla...." Alexander's voice was filled with a mix of hesitation and longing as he called out her name, his hand reaching out to gently touch her arm.Camilla paused, her hand still on the door handle, but she didn't turn to face him just yet.After inhaling deeply, as if gathering her composure, she let his hand slide off her arm and rose from her seat.Without a second glance towards Alexander, she swiftly exited the car and headed straight for the building entrance, determined in her stride.Alexander watched still seated as Camilla walked briskly towards the entrance of the building, her back facing him. And running a hand through his hair, he sighed heavily before starting the car's
Camilla stood outside the therapist's office, her hand reaching out to give a soft knock on the glass door.The door itself was sleek and modern, its surface pristine and transparent, allowing a glimpse into the space beyond.Moments later, the door swung open, revealing a woman with a warm and welcoming smile.Dr. Blackwell, the therapist, was an elderly woman who had spent thirty years working in the field and held a Ph.D. She stood in front of Camilla, exuding a sense of calmness and empathy.Her soft, hazel eyes held a gentle spark, while her shoulder-length chestnut hair framed her face with effortless elegance."Camilla... Good morning," She greeted, her voice carrying a calming tone.Camilla's own smile widened, mirroring the genuine warmth she saw in the therapist's expression."Good morning, Dr. Blackwell," she replied, her voice tinged with a mix of nervousness and hope."Please come in." The older woman gestured, her hand gracefully guiding Camilla towards the therapeutic s
Camilla found herself in the quiet confines of her flat as dusk descended upon the bustling metropolis of Paris.Her feet appreciated the freedom of being bare as she glided fluidly from the living room to the kitchen, absorbed in a conversation with her therapist that resonated throughout the apartment."I'm doing a lot better, Dr. Blackwell," she said with each stride. Thank you for checking in on me."As she listened closely to the psychological advice on the other end of the phone, the warmth of the conversation surrounded her, offering peace.Their conversation eventually came to a natural end with both saying their goodbyes.Camilla then laid her phone lightly on the kitchen counter, a sensation of achievement filling her.Wanting to quench her thirst, she reached for a glass and made her way over to the sink, allowing cool water to fall from the faucet.The doorbell rang just as she took a refreshing sip, breaking the peace that had gathered in her flat.Her brow furrowed in cu
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