As Ermanno approached , his gaze bore into her, his eyes, like twin emeralds, seeming to delve into the depths of her soul. Celine found herself transfixed, drawn in by his magnetism, even as a part of her resisted, her mind aware of the danger he posed.His eyes twinkled with amusement at her retort, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Is that a challenge, sweetheart?" he countered, a hint of challenge in his voice.Celine, determined to remain unshaken, raised her chin."I doubt," Celine replied, her voice holding a hint of challenge, as if daring Ermanno to prove her wrong. The dress, a masterpiece of design and craftsmanship, seemed to breathe life into her form, the vibrant crimson bringing her beauty to the forefront, accentuating her natural curves and highlighting the porcelain perfection of her skin.The dress flowed around her with effortless grace, as if it were a living extension of her movements, making Celine seem almost otherworldly, like an enchantress

Celine's frustration spilled over in a seething whisper, "Fuck!" She was fuming, her anger at Zelda matched only by the pain of the hot coffee that had scalded her skin. Passersby stopped and stared, their curious glances adding to Celine's humiliation.With every ounce of willpower she could muster, Celine fought back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. She stood tall, her posture defiant despite the throbbing pain of her burns, refusing to let Zelda win.Celine emerged from the boutique like a storm, her wrath palpable as she strode towards the car where Neo stood waiting. His concern was clear as he took in her disheveled appearance, but Celine was having none of it."Ma'am, you seem upset. Is everything okay?" She ignored his inquiry and climbed into the car with a forceful slam of the door.Celine's rage radiated through the car, her simmering fury deafening to all else. As Neo climbed into the driver's seat, she uttered a single command, her voice low and dangerou

“Hello, Celine.”Leo's greeting was met with a scowl from Celine, her fury simmering just below the surface."What are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice seething with indignation. The memory of their marriage scandal still fresh in her mind, and his threatening texts had only added fuel to the fire.Leo walked into the apartment without invitation, his posture exuding confidence. "I have every right to be here," he shot back, a defiant glint in his eyes.Celine's temper was reaching its boiling point, her patience with Leo at its limit."Get out now!" she commanded, her voice cold and unwavering. The mask of love she had once worn for Leo had long since been torn away, revealing the cruel and arrogant man he truly was.Leo scoffed at her words, his own anger surfacing. "Look at you, being all forceful. You really fucked up, Celine," he spat, his words laced with venom.Celine's shock at his words quickly turned to fury, her eyes narrowing in disgust.“Fucked up? I fucked up? Is

“Why are you here?” His voice was stern.Zelda's voice was smooth as velvet, her words dripping with seduction as she approached him. "You've been so distant lately," she purred, the question laced with implication. Her movements were calculated, her body close to his as she spoke. "Don't you desire me anymore?" she asked, her eyes burning with desire, hoping to rekindle the fire that once burned between them.He replied with an air of indifference, "I'll call you when I need you."Zelda scoffed at his words, the shortness of her dress betraying the severity of the situation. "It's been two weeks, and you haven't called," she snapped, her voice laced with irritation.He countered with a terse reply, "Because I don't need you."Undeterred, Zelda rolled her eyes and shot back, "That's bullshit. You and I both know that you can't go a day without sex. So how have you been surviving for two weeks?"He retorted with an unapologetic tone, "You're not the only woman I fuck."Zelda, unfazed,

"My family wants to meet you," Celine said softly, her words tinted with both excitement and trepidation. Ermanno had already laid out a delicious breakfast for her."When?" he asked, pouring a glass of juice for her."Maybe before the week is out? Will you be free?" she asked, her eyes fixed on his.Ermanno gave a slight nod, his expression warm and open. "Of course I will. They are my in-laws after all,""Mmm," Celine moaned, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored the sweetness of the food.Ermanno smirked with pride. "I know," he said, basking in her enjoyment."Elena will dress you up," he informed her, his tone brooking no argument. "We are attending a masquerade ball today, and you will be my date."Celine's face fell, her expression pinched with reluctance. "Do I really have to go?" she protested, her distaste for crowded places well-known.“Yes.”"Good morning," Oliver's cheerful voice greeted her, his presence a welcome distraction."Good morning, Oliver," Celine replied wit