"You Bastard... How dare you!" Alexander growled in anger, ready to deliver another blow to John who was trying to get up, blood dripping from his mouth and nose.However, he was stopped by Reynold, Charles, and several other men who had rushed out of the hall along with everyone else who had been there, drawn by the commotion and noise outside.The crowd had gathered around them, with cameras flashing everywhere.The commotion was intense, and it seemed as though everyone was trying to get a glimpse of the situation."What on earth is happening here?" Harriet spoke, clearly agitated by the scene involving her grandson."You should ask your grandson, old woman!" John yelled, holding his bleeding nose in pain. "He started it!""You liar! You provoked him!" Camilla retorted, visibly angry.It was clear she was trying to control herself, not wanting to escalate the already heated situation."Oh, shut up you slut!" John shot back, which was all it took for Alexander to break free from the
The car was filled with silence as Camilla drove down the familiar route. She glanced over at Alexander and noticed that his head was down, and his bloodstained knuckles were still clenched tightly."Are you okay?" she asked, her tone filled with concern.Alexander didn't look up at her, simply responding in a cold tone, "I'm fine."His curt answer caused Camilla's brow to furrow. He wasn't sounding like the playful and cocky Alexander she had become accustomed to over the past few weeks. She turned her gaze back to him again."You don't seem to be," she said, her words carrying a great deal of worry in her tone, despite her attempts to hide it with just a natural concern."I'm fine, honestly. Don't worry about me," he replied, finally lifting his head to look her in the eyes.His blue eyes reflected an emotion she couldn't identify, an emotion she so badly wanted to question. But she felt like she shouldn't push him further and sighed softly, "Okay then," she whispered.With convicti
A man stood gazing out of the window, his eyes fixed upon the boundless blackness beyond the glass.Detached from the world around him, he felt adrift in a tempest of doubt.His mind was consumed by his life and its uncertain direction.Just then, a gentle arm wrapped around his waist, drew him into a comforting embrace.He didn't need to look to know it was his wife. Her distinct fragrance confirmed her presence."Hi," she whispered softly into his ear. Her hands wandered up under his pyjama shirt, tracing soothing patterns across his skin."You're back," he said simply, his gaze still fixed on the window.She hummed contentedly, her face nuzzling closer to his earlobe.Despite her busy schedule running her modeling agency, Luminous Stars Modeling Agency, Clarissa always tried to spend quality time with her husband and children.However, she often felt that it wasn't enough to make up for the time she had to spend away from them.Clarissa was aware that her husband was probably mad
As Camilla relaxed in her office chair, she leisurely spun it back and forth while absentmindedly twirling a pen between her teeth.A sheepish smile lingered on her lips, reflecting her mixed emotions of embarrassment and disbelief about the events with Alexander the previous night.Despite replaying every moment in her head, she was still trying to understand everything.She had long suspected his feelings for her, but his direct confession had taken her by surprise.Suddenly, the door to her office swung open, the click-clack of her PA's shoes interrupting her thoughts.Lauren approached Camilla's desk with a broad smile, "Someone's in a good mood today?" she remarked.Camilla smiled back, "I'm always in a good mood. What are you talking about?" She chuckled as Lauren rolled her eyes."Not since the thing between you and Mr Cena," Lauren said, shaking her head while setting down files on the desk."But you came to the office practically bouncing off the walls this morning. I have a f
The sky was a deep shade of blue-black, the sun long gone. The street lights flickered on, casting an orange hue on the pavement below as Alexander drove his car down the quiet road.His eyes were fixed on the path ahead as he gripped the steering wheel a little tighter.With a quick check to ensure his phone was still connected to the car's Bluetooth, he reached for it and opened his call log, clicked on Camilla's name before pressing the Call button.After several rings, her voicemail message started to play. "You've reached Camilla," her gentle voice said. "I'm unavailable at the moment, but please leave a message, and I'll get back to you as soon as I can."Alexander hesitated, unsure of what to say. This was the fifth time he had tried to confirm with her about when she wanted him to pick her up for her grandmother's birthday celebration, but she hadn't answered any of his calls.With a sigh, he decided to head straight to her office and took a U-turn.As he drove, he couldn't he
As Camilla entered the spacious living room of her parents' home, an elegant old woman dressed in a long, white floral gown rushed over to hug her. "Camilla!" she exclaimed.Camilla hugged her back warmly. "Happy birthday, Nonna. You look beautiful.""Thank you, my dear," Her grandmother replied before glancing at Camilla's side, as if searching for someone."Where is he?" The old woman questioned in an accusatory tone, turning to Camilla."Who?" Camilla asked, confused, as she looked around the room.She gave her an exasperated look. "The boy," She replied impatiently. "The one your mother said was coming with you."Camilla's eyes widened with realization. "Oh, you mean Alexander.""Yes. Where is he?" She repeated her question, her impatience growing."Did you two have a disagreement and he decided to come separately?" her grandmother asked, furrowing her wrinkled brows and pursing her lips.Camilla shook her head slightly and forced a fake smile. "No, nothing like that happened," she
Alexander staggered into his hotel suite, the dim lighting making it difficult for him to focus.He was inebriated, his senses dulled by alcohol, and the sound of his footsteps echoed throughout the room.As he approached the bed, a figure lying there caught his eye, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtained window.Initially unable to discern who it was, his eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness and he realized it was a woman.Despite the poor visibility, the curves of her silhouette drew him closer, igniting a spark of desire and intrigue within him.Suddenly, the woman stirred and reached out to grasp his tie, pulling him towards her.Their bodies collided, and the warmth and scent of her enveloped him.As her eyes fluttered open, she met Alexander's gaze in the dim light. He was captivated by the intense desire he saw in her beautiful gray eyes.What followed was a passion unlike anything Alexander had ever experienced before.The encounter was not the
The Kings' family had all gathered together in the expansive living room of Camilla's parents' mansion, basked in the warm glow of flickering candles atop a towering birthday cake.As the final notes of "Happy Birthday" faded away, Camilla cast a glance at the wall clock and felt a twinge of restlessness.Her grandmother, who had just blown out the candles with a beaming smile, cut a small slice of cake for herself and then began serving generous portions to each family member, starting with the oldest, Eduardo, and ending with the youngest, Veronica, whom everyone affectionately called Baby Vero - the daughter of Amara's younger sister, Stella.The air was filled with the hum of conversation and the sound of plates and cutlery clinking together.Camilla had eagerly anticipated her grandmother's birthday celebration for weeks, but as the evening drew to a close, she felt a growing restlessness, and became anxious to leave.She took a small bite out of the slice of cake, hoping to quel
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