In his dimly lit home bar, Alexander slumped onto a barstool, his grip on a whiskey glass betraying the turmoil within him.The amber liquid swirled as he stared into its depths as if seeking answers within its confines.The scene from Maria Clint's party replayed in his mind like a broken record, the memory of Camilla's kiss with Edward etched painfully into his consciousness.The news of her engagement to the same man felt like a cruel twist of fate, a blow to his already wounded heart.With a mix of desperation, anger, and hurt coursing through him, he downed the whiskey in one swift motion, his frustration echoing in the sound of the glass meeting the counter.The bottle of whiskey beckoned to him, offering a temporary solace, and he seized it without hesitation.The warmth of the liquid brought momentary relief as it cascaded down his throat, only to be replaced by a searing burn that mirrored the ache in his chest as he set the bottle down with an audible thud.His gaze turned v
Camilla's voice caught in her throat, and she struggled to find the right words.Her gaze wavered, unable to hold his piercing stare as her mind raced to make sense of her own emotions."Yes, I do love him," she finally managed to say, her voice soft yet resolute as she met his gaze once more, her eyes locking onto his intense blue orbs.His grip on the counter seemed to tighten, and the scoff that escaped his lips sent a shiver through her. "You're lying..."Camilla's heart ached as she felt the weight of his doubt.Her emotions were a chaotic mix, and her resolve was weakening with each passing second."No, I'm not," she said through clenched teeth, her voice laced with defiance."Then look me in the eyes and repeat these exact words; 'Alexander...I'm marrying Edward Caruso because I'm in love with him...and only him,'" he challenged, his gaze unwavering, searching for any hint of truth in her eyes.Camilla's heart raced, her gaze locked onto Alexander's with a mixture of intensity
"He is uh...." She trailed off for a few seconds trying to figure out how to complete her hastily concocted story."He had much to drink last night and...umh...rang on my bell....long story short he ended up falling asleep here." She blurted out, hoping her lie sounded somewhat plausible.Edward arched an eyebrow, "Couldn't you have called...I don't know… maybe his family...or someone to help you get him out. And why would he even ask you to come back to the bed?" Camilla felt a flush of panic at the unexpected turn of the conversation. She quickly tried to salvage her story, her mind racing to come up with a reasonable explanation."Oh, well, you see, he lives alone, and he doesn't really have anyone else to rely on. As for the bed thing, he's a heavy sleeper and probably just mumbled something in his sleep. You know how it is."Edward's expression shifted from curiosity to a mix of skepticism, "Can I come in?" he asked again, his voice tinged with a hint of growing irritation.Cami
The amber glow of the setting sun painted the elegant Parisian skyline with warm hues, casting a serene and contemplative atmosphere over the city.In the heart of this charming metropolis, Camilla found herself in the inviting home of her therapist, Dr. Blackwell.The room exuded comfort, with soft lighting and tastefully arranged decor that put her at ease.Seated in a cozy swivel chair, Camilla clutched a tissue in her hand as tears streamed down her face.Her therapist, Dr. Blackwell, occupied a chair opposite hers, providing a reassuring presence that gave Camilla the space she needed to let her emotions flow freely.After a few moments of tearful silence, the seasoned therapist broke the silence, her eyes locked onto Camilla. "So you slept with him?" Her voice carried a mix of empathy and curiosity.Dr. Blackwell's gaze never wavered as she held Camilla's gaze, her expression a mixture of patience and empathy.She waited for Camilla to respond, but when the silence stretched lon
Edward sat in his car, his grip on the steering wheel tight as he drove through the city's bustling streets.The world outside seemed to blur as his mind remained fixed on the incident that had unfolded earlier in the morning at Camilla's house.The weight of the emotions he had experienced was heavy, and his thoughts kept replaying the scene over and over.For a man who usually maintained his composure, today had been different. He had lost his cool in front of Camilla, revealing a side of himself that he rarely let anyone see.But he couldn't help it, the hurt he felt was too raw to be contained.How could she have done something like that to him? That question echoed in his mind, each repetition digging the knife of betrayal a little deeper.He had trusted her, believed in her words and actions, and now he was left questioning everything.The memory of her disheveled state, clothed in a mere robe and Alexander's half-naked form was an image that haunted him throughout the day.He h
At the hospital, the sterile white walls and the incessant beeping of machines created an ambiance of tension and uncertainty.Camilla sat by the hospital bed, her eyes fixed on Alexander's motionless form.The rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, aided by the oxygen mask, brought a wave of relief washing over her, but it was quickly followed by a surge of fear that threatened to overwhelm her.What if the situation had been worse?...What if he had died in that fire?... The thought gnawed at her, tormenting her with its possibilities.She couldn't help but question herself inwardly, wondering if she had let her anger and frustration get the better of her.The bitter fights over their divorce, the blame he had placed on her for the loss of their child - it all felt so insignificant in the face of this near tragedy.Her hand trembled as she reached out, her fingertips barely grazing his forehead.Gently, she brushed away the stray streaks of hair that fell across his face, her touch inf
Camilla stood on the balcony, the city's sparkling night skyline spread out before her like a sea of stars.Her eyes were brimming with tears, their shimmer mirroring the city lights."So he's dead?" Her voice trembled, her words breaking through the stillness of the night with a hint of anger beneath the sadness."Yes..." Alexander's voice came from behind her.He had been discharged from the hospital two nights ago, and although he had dreaded this conversation, he knew it was time to confront the past and reveal the painful truths that had led to their divorce especially since she was finally giving him a chance to explain.He moved closer to Camilla, his hair tousled by the cold breeze of the night.After a moment of hesitation, he began, "Camilla, I need you to know that I never wanted things to turn out this way. Red Saint...he was a lunatic, and all I wanted was to keep you safe."Camilla finally turned to face him, her face etched with pain and anger, tears streaming down her
Camilla awoke the next morning to the comforting sight of Alexander lying bare under the sheets beside her, softly snoring, his warm chest pressed snugly against hers.A tender smile spread across her face as she delicately ran her fingers through his tousled bedhead, marveling at the serene expression on his face in slumber.A sense of peace and contentment enveloped her now that they had reconciled, and she decided to rise without disturbing him.As she sat up, some of the covers slipped away, revealing a glimpse of her bare body. She stretched luxuriously, stifling a yawn to avoid waking Alexander.With a graceful glide, she slipped out of bed, shivers dancing across her skin as the chilly air caressed her.Emitting a soft groan, she fetched a robe from the wall hook and made her way to the bathroom.Connected to the bathroom was the walk-in closet, and after her bath, she wrapped herself in a large fluffy towel.Her damp hair hung loosely around her shoulders as she quietly padded
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