Just days after the release of 'Till the End of Time,' both the song and its music video had already taken the world by storm, amassing millions of views, streams, and downloads on various music platforms.It soared to the number one spot on renowned platforms like "MelodyMaster," "HarmoniaTunes," and "MeloPlay," and even secured a coveted position on the illustrious Billboard chart.Edward beamed with pride, relishing in the newfound acclaim that this song brought him.It was a gratifying moment, marking the first time his work had received such widespread attention and admiration.Sitting across from him, a renowned female interviewer engaged him in conversation. "Thank you so much for joining us today, Edward," she said with a warm smile."Congratulations once again on the tremendous success of 'Till the End of Time.' It's truly remarkable to see your song resonating with so many people."Edward's cheeks flushed with joy, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Thank you for having me
Camilla's eyes fixed on her reflection in the dressing mirror, carefully studying the green moss diamond dress that Lauren had sent her for Maria Clint's birthday party in Paris.The dress sparkled under the light, adding a touch of elegance to the occasion.Her fingers traced the intricate diamond patterns as a smile formed on her lips, "It's perfect... let the girls know they did an amazing job." Camilla spoke to Lauren through the video call, glancing at her phone perched securely on the mirror's corner ledge.Lauren's face lit up on the other end of the call, "I'm so glad you're happy with it... I'll be sure to pass on your praise, ma'am.""They put in a lot of effort to ensure the dress was just right for the occasion, and I'm sure they'll be thrilled to hear your appreciation."A soft smile curved Camilla's lips as she adjusted the necklace around her throat, the centerpiece a captivating solitaire diamond set in elegant white gold, surrounded by smaller stones."I'm truly impre
Camilla was caught off guard by the sudden kiss, feeling a surge of electricity between them that momentarily overpowered her senses.For a fleeting moment, she let herself be lost in the intensity of the kiss, her eyes closing as desire mingled with a swirl of conflicting emotions.However, reality quickly snapped her back. This was the man who had caused her heartbreak and pain, the one she had divorced.She managed to gather her wits and pushed Alexander away forcefully, breaking the kiss and leaving a stinging slap on his cheek."Don't you ever try that again," she snapped, her voice laced with anger as she wiped her mouth with the back of her palm.Alexander, his head turned from the force of the slap, slowly turned to face her, a disturbing grin on his lips."So you prefer kissing him, huh?... Is he better than I am?" he taunted, bitterness tainting his words.Camilla's fury flared at his comment, her eyes narrowing. "Yes!" she retorted sharply, her voice cutting through the air
The sun, a warm and welcoming presence, spilled its golden embrace across the enchanting city of Paris.Its rays danced upon the surface of the Seine River, casting shimmering ripples that harmonized with the cheerful laughter of passersby.The iconic Eiffel Tower stood tall and proud, a sentinel overlooking the bustling streets lined with open cafes and charming boutiques.Seated leisurely at one of these open-air cafes, Camilla and Edward found themselves basking in the sun's tender caress.The faint scent of freshly baked croissants mingled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, enveloping them in a cocoon of comfort.Camilla, dressed in a simple white blouse and a flowing skirt that gently embraced her form, sat with a thoughtful expression.Her blonde hair was artfully pulled back into a loose bun, allowing a few stray tendrils to frame her delicate features.Edward, sitting across from her, wore a gray colored chambray shirt and dark ripped jeans, his long black hair intricate
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
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