As evening descended, with the sun hovering on the horizon, Camilla found herself beside a pristine pool.The water appeared inviting, its coolness and refreshment irresistible, compelling her to give in to the temptation.She dipped herself underneath and resurfaced about ten seconds later, her hands pushing back her wet hair.With closed eyes, she soaked in the serene beauty of her surroundings and broke into a contented smile.Her gaze shifted to the water, but her expression morphed from bliss to shock as the once-clear, transparent pool water suddenly turned a sinister shade of crimson red.Frightened and bewildered, she looked around, trying to fathom how this transformation had occurred and who could have possibly done such a thing.Her eyes darted across the pool, and then she spotted a figure, seemingly a male, floating motionless on the crimson surface.The figure appeared lifeless, and fear gripped Camilla's heart.Despite her trepidation, she mustered the courage to investi
The night was shrouded in darkness, and the dim glow of streetlights painted a solemn path as Alexander steered the car toward Newton Hospital.Camilla sat in the passenger seat, her gaze remained fixed on the road ahead, eyes filled with worry as her fingers repeatedly tugged on the wristband she wore, a nervous habit that had intensified during this trying time.The call she had received from her father in the middle of the night to inform her of her mother's situation had left her in great turmoil as he feared Alessia might not make it and wanted Camilla to at least see her if the worst were to happen.Alexander, ever the pillar of support, in a brief moment when his gaze could safely leave the road, turned to only see Camilla's worried expression and reached out, gently clasping one of her trembling hands.His reassuring grip offered comfort amid the storm of emotions. "Don't worry," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to her anxiety. "She's going to be okay."Camilla nodded,
The night enveloped the city, and Alexander skillfully maneuvered through the streets of Los Angeles.His hands firmly gripped the steering wheel, contrasting against the gentle glow of the dashboard.Inside the car, Camilla occupied the passenger seat.The vehicle's engine emitted a calming hum, providing a comforting soundtrack to her racing thoughts.Her mind was consumed by a mixture of relief for her mother's improved condition, given that she had awakened just before her departure.Camilla had desired to stay by Alessia's side at the hospital, but her father had insisted that she needed rest, particularly after the long flight that had brought her to Los Angeles.Despite the mesmerizing city lights flashing by, Camilla's gaze was soon drawn to Alexander.Worry crept into her eyes as she observed the troubled expression etched onto his face.His brow was knitted, and his eyes appeared fixed on a distant, unseen point. It was evident that something weighed heavily on his mind.Con
By morning, Alexander and Camilla lay bare, their bodies entwined in the gentle embrace, cherishing the tranquility that enveloped the room.As dawn's soft light seeped through the curtains, it cast a warm, golden hue upon them.They remained tangled together, their forms engaging in an intimate ballet of affection.Camilla's radiant gray eyes glistened as she gazed up at him, a blend of satisfaction and longing swirling within their depths.Delicately, she reached up to sweep a stray strand of his disheveled, ebony hair away from his eyes, her touch evoking a tingling sensation that ran down his spine.He sighed contentedly and inquired, "What time are you planning to visit your mother at the hospital?"Camilla responded with a nonchalant shrug."I'm not sure...it depends on when you decide to release me from these sheets," she playfully retorted, eliciting a chuckle from Alexander. His fingers continued their tender exploration of her back."Well, if it were up to me, I'd keep you h
It was night time already, and out of the Cena family, Alexander, Charles, Isabel, Clara, Harriet, Clarissa, and Sofia were the only ones left gathered outside Reynold's hospital ward.The harsh, fluorescent hospital lights spilled into the hallway, casting an eerie glow on to their worried faces as they stood in anxious clusters, while the doctor and the medical team worked diligently to stabilize him.The sound of beeping machines and hushed conversations filled the tense air, a stark reminder of the uncertainty that hung over them like a heavy cloud."I...I need to...be somewhere," Charles croaked out weakly, breaking the deafening silence as he stood up from the metal chair, his voice betraying his nervousness.Everyone's attention turned to him, with only Clara speaking up, "Uncle Rey's in there fighting for his life... where do you possibly need to be?" Her frustration was evident in her tone, given everything that had been going on."I...I just need some fresh air away from her
The car ride was quiet, with only the soft rumble of the engine and the occasional passing of streetlights breaking the silence.Camilla couldn't help but steal glances at Charles, trying to make sense of their unexpected meeting.Feeling her gaze on him, Charles chuckled softly. "Are you going to keep staring, or are you going to say what's on your mind?" he quipped, his voice laced with amusement.Surprised by his directness, Camilla blushed and quickly turned her gaze away. "I... I'm sorry. I'm just... I'm still surprised to see you again," she admitted, her voice slightly shaky.Charles nodded, understanding evident in his eyes. "I can imagine. It's quite a coincidence, isn't it?"A little silence ensued before she broke it,"Thank you, Charles... for helping me out, back there," she finally spoke up, breaking the silence. "I really appreciate it."Charles glanced over at her briefly, a warm smile playing on his lips."Of course, Camilla. I couldn't just leave you stranded on the
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
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
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