"So he pushed her off the staircase?" Harriet asked, her eyes fixed on Alexander.He nodded, biting his lip in an attempt to calm the anger brewing inside him."Yes, and he's also the one who leaked the news to the media," he confirmed, his gaze shifting downwards as his mind wandered back to that fateful night."Maybe if I had let her come with me like she suggested, none of this would have happened," he said aloud, a bitter feeling washing over him.Charles spoke softly, his gaze fixed on Alexander. "What happened to Camilla wasn't your fault," trying to offer comfort."I lost a child... okay," Alexander's voice cracked, the struggle to hold back his emotions evident.Tears welled up in his eyes, threatening to spill, but Alexander refused to let them fall.Alexander's narrowed eyes conveyed raw frustration as his voice grew intense."So, don't come here telling me it isn't my fault because it is," he asserted, his words carrying a mixture of anger and anguish."I should have protec
Two weeks had passed since the unfortunate incident of Camilla's fall down the stairs.While her physical recovery was progressing well, she still had a considerable distance to cover emotionally.On a peaceful morning, the sun's gentle rays streamed delicately into Camilla's hospital room, casting a comforting glow upon her as she sat on the bed, her attention fixed on the window.Lost in her thoughts, her mind wandered amidst the rays of light, seeking solace.In that tranquil moment, the door to her ward swung open, prompting Camilla to turn her head.There stood Violet, peering curiously into the room, wearing a puzzled expression on her face."Please, come in," Camilla weakly uttered, offering a slight smile as she welcomed Violet into the room.Reluctantly, Violet stepped inside, her gaze wandering as if searching for something misplaced.Sensing the oddity in her behavior, Camilla inquired, "Is there something wrong?"Her observation prompted Violet to finally face her, shaking
Tension enveloped the grand abode of Harriet, casting a heavy atmosphere in the air.The once elegant and tranquil atmosphere now crackled with the intense animosity between Violet and Alexander, as if even the walls themselves recoiled from the tangible hostility saturating the space.Violet stood resolute in the grand foyer, her eyes ablaze with determination, as Alexander met her gaze with a mixture of anger and frustration."Stay away from my wife, Violet. She's just suffered the loss of her child and doesn't need to be entangled in anything related to Red Saint.""Camilla is already vulnerable, and introducing her to the truth about Red Saint will only push her further into despair," his tone laden with caution.Violet's eyes narrowed, her hands clenched into fists at her sides."Do you really think I'm the one leading her into despair? No, Alexander. It's your web of deceit that's smothering her, ensnaring her in a false reality."Violet turned her attention to Harriet, whose ex
Alexander softly turned the doorknob, allowing the bedroom door to creak open, unveiling a delicate sliver of moonlight that gracefully filtered through the curtains, casting a serene glow upon the room.With cautious steps that barely made a sound against the plush carpet, he entered the room, mindful not to disrupt the tranquility of the night that enveloped the space.Within the gentle embrace of the luminous ambiance, Alexander's eyes rested upon Camilla, her form nestled upon the sofa, lost in peaceful slumber.Her breathing was calm and steady, and she looked so peaceful as if she had found comfort in her dreams.He approached her silently and crouched down next to the sofa, looking at her with deep admiration.Gently, he touched her cheek with his fingertips, tracing the curves of her face.A mixture of sadness and fondness appeared on his face as he quietly appreciated her beauty.After a moment of silently watching her, Alexander stood up, being careful not to wake her.He cr
Camilla stood up, pulling the sheets away from her body, and approached Alexander with a mix of disbelief and pain in her eyes.Tears welled up, but she held them back as she confronted him."It's not what I think?!" she repeated, her voice filled with bitterness and hurt."How can you possibly explain this?" Her voice crackled with anguish and accusation as she raised the phone, its screen illuminating the evidence that had shattered her world."This message clearly shows you're planning to divorce me.""So tell me…What else am I supposed to think, Alexander?" She asked, her voice shaking.Alexander's guilt-ridden expression deepened as he stared at the device, "You were not supposed to find out about it like this," he whispered.He reached out to retrieve the phone, but Camilla instinctively backed away, keeping it firmly in her grasp.Licking his lips nervously, Alexander let out a sigh, his plea filled with a mix of desperation and exhaustion."Camilla, please give me back my phon
The unexpected betrayal from the person she least expected had left Camilla heartbroken, cutting deep into the core of her vulnerability and shattering her expectations.With her eyes red-rimmed from countless tears shed over the past forty-eight hours, she lay on the bed, her emotions still raw and overwhelming.The next morning, after regaining consciousness from the ordeal with Alexander, she decided to leave the house and seek solace with her parents. They were the only ones she could trust, the ones who would never betray or blame her for the loss of her child, unlike Alexander.The morning sunlight seeped through the parted curtains, casting a gentle glow as she lay on her parents' bed.Her eyes remained fixed on the wedding ring adorning the fourth finger of her left hand, the trembling fingers of her right hand twirling it round and round.Each rotation of the ring mirroring the whirlwind of emotions that stormed within her heart.The door creaked open, and Alessia entered, ca
✨Hey there, amazing readers!✨Quick note: "Entangled With My Rival CEO" just hit Chapter Eighty! 🎉Your thoughts mean the world to me, fueling my writing soul. So, don't be a silent reader! Share your epic, wild, or even crazy thoughts with me. I'm all ears! Thank you for joining me on this incredible journey. Keep those pages turning, my friends, and let the adventure continue!Happy reading!Alessia gently pushed the door to her bedroom open, carefully balancing a tray in her hands.On the tray sat a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, its bright color standing out against the uncertainty in the air.She looked around the room, hoping to see Camilla still sitting on the bed, eating but the room was empty, and there were no signs of her daughter anywhere.A puzzled frown appeared on her face as she slowly entered the room and carefully placed the tray next to the plate of Arancini and cannoli, noticing a partially eaten Arancini."Cami?" She called out, her voice resonating thro
At the hospital, Fernando and Alessia stood side by side outside the ward designated for Camilla, their anxiety palpable as they awaited the doctor's update on her condition.Time seemed to stretch endlessly, each passing minute feeling like an eternity.The weight of worry gnawed at their insides, intensifying with every passing moment.Finally, the door swung open, and the doctor came through, her expression serious and composed.Sensing their desperation, the doctor spoke, breaking the heavy silence, "I apologize for the wait, but I have good news. Your daughter is now stable and fully conscious."Overwhelmed with relief, Alessia couldn't contain her emotions any longer and let out a sob.Her body seemed to sag with the weight of the emotions she had been carrying.In that moment, Fernando reached out, enveloping her in a comforting embrace, his arms offering solace and support.Alessia's voice cracked as tears blurred her vision, and she managed to ask, "Can we see her?"The docto
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