Camilla's heart overflowed with gratitude as she and Alexander gracefully descended the magnificent staircase, their fingers delicately entwined.With every step they took, the air filled with resounding applause and exuberant cheers from the guests eagerly gathered at the bottom of the stairs, their infectious enthusiasm filling the space.As they reached the bottom, the applause grew louder, amplifying the joy that radiated from Camilla.Her smile widened as she beheld a sea of beaming faces, a mix of friends, loved ones, and all who had gathered to celebrate her special day.Brimming with pride, her parents stepped forward, enveloping her in their warm embraces.First, Fernando, her father, hugged her but not too tightly."Happy birthday, my darling... you look absolutely stunning," he whispered with a touch of nostalgia in his voice."Thank yoPapa…" Camilla said as she felt tears welling up, overwhelmed by his heartfelt words.He nodded and then stepped back, making way for her mo
Camilla was taken aback by the sudden surprise, her face lighting up as the young woman with auburn hair and mesmerizing blue eyes enveloped her in a warm embrace."Surprise!" she exclaimed joyfully.With their embrace ending, she held Camilla at arm's length, her eyes filled with overwhelming affection."Sorry, I'm late. Happy birthday, darling," she murmured, her voice dripping with adoration and genuine love."What are you doing here? You should be getting ready for your movie premiere tomorrow," Camille exclaimed in surprise, while Taylor waved her hand dismissively."Yeah, but there was no way I was going to miss my designer's thirtieth birthday," she replied, determined and with a smile on her face.Their pleasant greeting quickly turned into a mixture of confusion and displeasure as Camilla's gaze shifted from Taylor Jones to the man standing behind her.The unexpected and unwelcome guest in the room cast a shadow over the atmosphere.Camilla's voice held a mix of disbelief and
The entrance to the emergency room was filled with a sense of urgency as Alexander, Camilla's parents, Isabel, and Alexander's mother and grandmother anxiously gathered.Tension hung in the air, palpable and suffocating.Alessia's restlessness consumed her, causing her to pace relentlessly back and forth in the sterile surroundings.Her footsteps echoed with unease, mirroring the racing thoughts in her mind.By her side, Fernando walked in sync, his voice a soothing balm as he tried to alleviate her frayed nerves."Amore mio, devi trovare la calma. Lei starà bene,(My love, you need to find calm. She will be fine,)" he whispered tenderly, his words an anchor of reassurance amidst the storm of emotions brewing in her.Meanwhile, Alexander stood against the cold wall, his body slumped, and his hand buried deep in his tousled hair.The weight of worry and anxiety bore down on him, visible in the creases on his forehead and the lines of tension etched on his face.His heart seemed to have
Camilla lay motionless on the hospital bed, her complexion pale but serenely peaceful.Her body was healing, slowly recuperating from the traumatic ordeal of the fall and the subsequent cesarean surgery she had undergone.Her head was wrapped in a bandage, and her left hand sought solace within the confines of a protective cast, serving as evidence of the fractures she had gotten from the unfortunate incident.The room was suffused with the gentle hum of medical machinery, its soothing presence intermingling with the soft hiss of oxygen as it flowed through the delicate nasal cannula placed in her nostrils, offering the vital respiratory support she required.In the background, a faint voice from the television echoed, as a news reporter reported on the day's events.However, those words were overshadowed by Alessia's anguished sobs, as she sat by Camilla's bedside.Known for her deep sensitivity, especially when it came to her beloved daughter, Alessia was overwhelmed by emotions.Te
"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
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