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
Alexander moved swiftly through the walk-in closet, packing clothes and essential items into a small traveling box.Camilla trailed after him, her steps fraught with worry, every movement echoing her growing unease."I'm going with you," She declared, her voice firm and unwavering.Alexander paused, his hand still clutching a stack of shirts. He slowly turned to face her, his expression resolute. "No," he replied with equal determination.Camilla frowned deeply, her brows knitting together as she retorted, "What do you mean, no?... I'm coming with you." Her voice held a stronger resolve than before, emphasizing her determination.Alexander shook his head, his hands now gripping the edges of the open box.He spoke with a hint of frustration in his voice, "No... I can't have you follow me, especially when the outcome is as unpredictable as it is. You're safer here in Paris."Camilla stood her ground, her gaze unwavering as she repeated herself, her voice firm, "I'm going with you."Alex
Outside Reynold's hospital ward room, a tangible sense of unease hung over the small group of family members."I have to go now... There are other matters I must attend to," Harriet calmly stated, her voice unwavering despite the gravity of the situation.She approached Alexander and offered him a reassuring pat on the back, her touch conveying a blend of affection and concern."I'll join you, Mom. I need to pick up some things for Clary and the kids," Sophia swiftly chimed in, her determination apparent in both her words and actions.Harriet nodded in agreement, acknowledging Sophia's choice.Together, they began to walk away, slowly retreating from the hospital room, leaving Alexander, Isabel, and Charles standing side by side in the corridor.As Harriet and Sophia walked away, a heavy atmosphere of concern and uncertainty lingered in the corridor.Alexander's gaze remained fixed on the closed hospital room door, determination etched across his face.Isabel, the youngest among them,
Charles revved the truck's engine, his hand confidently shifting gears as he accelerated towards the sleek 2021 Cherokee Latitude LUX jeep parked opposite him.The man inside the jeep had been too engrossed in his phone call to notice the approaching truck until it was too late.With a futile attempt to start his jeep, the collision was inevitable as the truck plowed into the Cherokee.A few minutes later, Charles emerged from the truck, a wicked grin on his face as he surveyed the aftermath."Woah!... That was awesome!... So liberating!"The once-impressive jeep was now a mangled wreck, smoke billowing from it, and the acrid stench of burning rubber filled the air.Suddenly, a feeble groan caught Charles's attention. He tilted his head, peering at the man struggling to crawl out of the shattered window of the overturned jeep, a look of pain etched across his face.Charles couldn't suppress his twisted satisfaction as he observed the man's painful attempt to crawl out of the overturn
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,
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