The automatic doors of the hospital slid open with a faint hiss as Alexander burst through them, cradling an unconscious Camilla in his arms.Her head lolled to one side, her skin ashen and clammy.A team of doctors and nurses rushed towards him, wheeling a stretcher bed alongside them.One of the doctors, a tall, balding man with a serious expression, barked out orders as they approached."Set her down gently, please," he said, gesturing towards the stretcher. "We need to get her stabilized as soon as possible."Alexander nodded, his eyes wide with fear as he carefully lowered Camilla onto the bed.The doctors and nurses swarmed around her, attaching monitors and IVs as they worked to assess her condition."What happened to her?" the doctor asked, turning to face Alexander. "I couldn't hear your exact words over the phone when you called.""I don't know," Alexander's voice trembled with emotion. "All she had was a glass of water at my place. I went out to take a call, and when I came
"Doctor Hamilton, you're not giving us any information about her. Is everything alright?" Alexander's voice was tense, his expression etched with worry as he leaned forward.Alessia, unable to bear the silence any longer, spoke up, "I'm Alessia Kings, the patient's mother. Please, tell us, is she okay?" Her desperation turned her inquiry into a demand.The elderly doctor finally offered a small smile and let out a sigh of relief, "Your daughter is going to be just fine, ma'am. There's no need to worry."He paused and turned to Alexander, "We were able to stabilize her, but it was a close call. "She experienced a severe reaction to a food allergen, which triggered anaphylaxis.""It's a good thing you brought her in when you did, or things could have been much worse." He added with a little smile.Alessia furrowed her brow in confusion. "I don't understand," she said."Are you sure there wasn't a mistake? My daughter doesn't have any food allergies," she questioned Dr. Hamilton.Dr. Ham
Finally being able to get something out of a straight Alexander spoke. 'How...umm... how are you feeling?...Better?' He asked cautiously."She gave a slight nod before pausing, her lips pursed.After a while, she said, "You're still in your PJs," as though noticing it for the first time.That prompted Alexander to also look at his outfit, and he let out a nervous chuckle. "You just went down...it was scary, and I didn't have time to change."With her usual air of indifference, she added, "Thank you for bringing me here," in a dry tone."There's no need for that. I'll do the same for anyone I find in such a condition," said Alexander with an encouraging smile.He sat down on the edge of her hospital bed and looked down at his hands.After a long pause, he finally sighed. "Did Doctor Hamilton tell you..." He trailed off, still unable to believe the news.It was just one night, how could she have gotten pregnant? he internally questioned himself."Yes, he told me," she responded with no
Alexander slumped in his car, his head heavy against the steering wheel. His furrowed brow betrayed the deep thought consuming him, and he shut his eyes, trying to drown out the world's noise.His shallow breaths came in quick succession, his white-knuckled grip on the wheel showing the weight of his troubles.He felt suffocated under the palpable weight of his thoughts, gasping for air when he finally lifted his head after what felt like an eternity.With trembling fingers, he fumbled for his phone, dialing his sister's number. When she answered, her excitement was a beacon of familiarity."How's my favorite brother doing?" she asked, ready to catch up."I... I don't know," Alexander replied, his voice cracking. "I just needed someone to talk to. Can you talk?""Of course," Isabel replied, her voice soft and reassuring. "What's going on?"Alexander took a deep breath, pouring his heart out to his sister about Camilla passing out at his house and the shocking news from the doctor.As
Clarissa stood in her spacious, luxurious kitchen, adorned with high-end appliances and polished marble countertops.Dressed in a designer apron, she expertly cracked the eggs for her gourmet omelet, adding a sprinkle of fresh herbs from the herb garden outside her window. The fragrant aroma of the dish wafted through the pristine room, filling it with a delectable scent.Just as she was about to add the cooked asparagus and fried bacon mixed with some gruyere cheese over half of the omelet, a groan from behind her interrupted her culinary indulgence.She turned around to find her husband, Reynold, draped with a towel over his neck. "Oh... Good morning honey," she said with a smile beaming on her face.Instead of reciprocating her smile, Reynold looked at her with a frown etching on his face and asked, "What are you doing at home?"Clarissa was taken aback by the question but quickly regained her composure.She flipped the other half of the omelet to the other side and served it on a
Clarissa sat stiffly on a couch in the middle of the living room at her elder sister Sophia's house.Her arms were tightly folded across her chest, and her eyes were fixed on the floor as she seethed with anger and fraustration.Sophia watched her younger sister with a furrowed brow, concern etched on her face as she tried to find the right words to soothe her."Clary," Sophia called out, her voice a gentle whisper. Clarissa shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "No," she whispered in a broken voice.Sophia's eyes softened, and she reached out to gently touch Clarissa's arm. "Everything is going to be alright, trust me," she said, her tone filled with warmth and empathy."Clary," Sophia called out again, watching as Clarissa's tears spilled down her cheeks.Clarissa shook her head, wiping away the tears with a delicate handkerchief. "No," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.Sophia waited patiently, her heart aching for her younger sister. Finally, Clarissa spoke again,
Alessia beamed as she presented a vibrant bowl of fruit salad on the dining table in front of Camilla.However, her daughter looked unimpressed as she cast a disinterested gaze upon the colorful dish.Noticing her daughter's lack of enthusiasm, Alessia inquired, "What's with that look?"Camilla let out a deep sigh, feeling weary of her mother's overbearing attitude. "Mamma, isn't it about time you go back to your husband's house?" she said, her voice tinged with annoyance as she met Alessia's gaze.Alessia's smile vanished, replaced with a frown as she asked, "Why? So you can have the chance to get rid of my grandchild?"Camilla, exasperated by her mother's attitude, rolled her eyes and muttered "Oh my God."Unfazed, Alessia nodded and continued, "You may as well get used to having me around, because I'll be here until the child is born, no matter how long it takes."Camilla's frustration with her mother's persistence mounted until she could no longer contain it. Rising to her feet,
The old woman picked up the teacup delicately from the saucer on the table and blew a soft breath over the surface of the liquid before taking a sip, exhaling contentedly. "è perfetta (It's perfect)," she said, noticing the surprise on Camilla's face."Don't be surprised," Harriet chuckled, placing the teacup on the table. "That's the only Italian word I know." Camilla nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips.After a brief pause, Harriet asked, "How are you feeling?" Camilla's response was hesitant and noncommittal as she shrugged her shoulders. "Umm...fine I guess..." she said, causing Harriet to lean forward with concern.After a pause, Harriet spoke again, her tone gentle yet firm. "No, you're not," she said, sensing that there was more to Camilla's emotional state than she was letting on.Camilla's eyes fell to the ground, her throat feeling tight as she struggled to find the words.Finally, she forced out the truth. "I and Alexander lied about being in a relationship," she sai
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