Miami had been a dream come true for Celine. The combination of Ermanno's princess treatment and their sizzling chemistry made her feel like she was living a fairytale. Each day brought a new adventure, a new place for them to explore their passion. From the steamy nights on the beach to the passionate afternoons in their private suite, she was intoxicated by Ermanno's touch, and she didn't want this paradise to end.Celine stood mesmerized by the stunning painting, the vivid colors and intricate details capturing her attention. She turned to Ermanno, her eyes sparkling with awe. "This painting is beautiful," she breathed, still transfixed."I agree," Ermanno replied, his eyes studying the artwork."I heard it's worth up to 32 million dollars," Celine said, her smile widening with excitement."Do you want it?" Ermanno asked with a serious expression, causing Celine's eyes to widen in surprise."What? No no, it's worth a lot of money, and for what? To just hang it in my room?" Celine l
Celine's heart raced as her mind struggled to process what her eyes were seeing. Her mother, presumed dead, was now in front of her, locked in an intimate embrace with her father. Eloise's awkward smile did little to comfort Celine, who was still reeling from the shock. "What the fuck?" Celine blurted out, her eyes flashing with fury as she turned her attention to Aaron. "I thought you said Mom was dead!" Aaron shifted uncomfortably, the reality of his deception now exposed. “I can Explain…” Eloise said. As Celine stepped back from her mother's approach, her anger continued to rise. The room pulsed with tension as she turned to face her father, her voice laced with disbelief. "You knew?" she repeated, unable to hide the shock and betrayal in her tone. "Dad, you knew she was alive all this time?" "Celine, please," Aaron began, attempting to reason with her. "Sit down and let us explain." But Celine was inconsolable, her emotions raw and volatile. "Fuck you!" she shouted, her vo
Mason's gaze was tender and earnest as he spoke, his words filling the air like a soft melody. "Celine, since I met you, I've always had feelings for you. I know this might come as a surprise, but I think you deserve to know how I feel." Celine's eyes widened, her breath caught in her throat as she turned to face him. "Mason," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly with the weight of his confession. Mason leaned in closer, his hand reaching out to gently brush against Celine's cheek. "I know we've been friends for a long time, but I can't ignore these feelings any longer. They're stronger than anything I've ever felt before. I want to be more than just a friend to you, Celine." Celine's heart fluttered as she listened to his words, her mind racing with a mixture of emotions. "Mason, I don't know what to say. I never thought of you like this before..." she trailed off, unsure of how to continue. Celine's mind raced as she struggled to process Mason's confession. Their friendshi
David, his pride wounded, retreated, maintaining a wary distance between them. "How dare you slap me?" he demanded, indignation dripping from his voice.Celine's lips curled in disgust, a reflection of her inner turmoil. "And how dare you think it's okay to touch me without my consent?" she fired back, drawing on her experiences of such violations.David let out a cruel laugh, devoid of any humor. "I'm doing you a favor, my dear.”"You should be grateful," David continued, his smirk growing more sinister by the second. "With a little 'cooperation' from you, I can ensure you become a household name."“That bullshit.”"Don't you want the leading role?" David purred, his predatory gaze fixed on Celine. "All you need to do is give me a night of your time, and I'll ensure you're a star."Celine took a step back, her fear palpable as she stared into David's eyes, venomous with desire. "I don't want your offer. I don't want anything to do with you," she said, her voice shaking.David's smile
David reclined on his couch, fatigue from the day's events evident in the slump of his shoulders. He had been stewing over Celine's rejection, his ego bruised by her defiance."Let's see how she'll survive in this industry without me," he muttered under his breath, popping open a can of soda and taking a long swig.The knock on the door jolted David from his sullen reverie. He grumbled under his breath, irritation flaring at the disruption of his solitude. "Who the hell could that be?" he muttered, his brow furrowing as he rose to answer the door.Pausing at the peephole, David was met with the sight of a well-dressed man in a crisp suit. Confusion and suspicion warred within him as he wondered who this visitor might be.With caution and intrigue, David cracked the door open a sliver, his gaze fixed on the man.The stern-faced bodyguard shifted aside, revealing Ermanno standing behind him, his expression cold and impassive.David's brows drew together, his confusion mounting as he tri
Celine's smile reflected at her in the mirror, radiating pure joy. Today was the day, her long-awaited wedding day. After six years of waiting, she was finally about to become Mrs. Walker. Her whole being buzzed with anticipation, filling the room with her infectious energy.Leaving the mirror behind, Celine headed towards her walk-in closet, eager to select the perfect outfit for her pre-wedding hair and makeup session. Before she could reach the closet, a faint voice caught her attention from the next room.As curiosity piqued, Celine sneaked out from her walk-in closet to investigate. The sight that greeted her stopped her heart cold. Her world shattered into a thousand shards of betrayal as she beheld the scene unfolding before her.Leo, her soon-to-be husband, intimately engaged with her own aunt, Penelope.Her breath hitched, a stifled sob catching in her throat as her heart shuddered into a million pieces. She blinked back tears, unable to tear her gaze away as she watched them
The evening had bled into the late hours of the night, casting its cloak of darkness over Celine as she sat alone on a park bench, sobbing. The world seemed to move on without her as passersby cast her furtive glances, a chorus of sidelong stares and muffled whispers.Her eyes stung, raw and dry from the endless stream of tears that had cascaded down her cheeks.As if guided by some invisible force, Celine found herself standing in front of a bar, its garish, flashing lights illuminating the thick haze of alcohol and smoke that wafted out onto the street.As the nauseating aroma of cheap booze and cigarettes filled her nostrils, Celine's voice, a ghostly whisper of her former self, “Just what I need.”With shaky steps, she waded into the bar, the din of drunken laughter and raucous chatter rising to meet her. Unseen eyes, weighted with judgment, tracked her progress as she slipped into a seat at the bar, her gaze fixed on the grimy countertop.The bartender, a man with a perpetual sco
The morning light filtered through the hotel room's blinds, casting a hazy glow over the unfamiliar surroundings. Celine’s eyes fluttered open, her mind slows to come to terms with the unfamiliarity of her environment. It was only when she felt a heavy weight around her waist that she realized with a start that she was not alone.The scream that almost escaped her lips was silenced by the throbbing pain of a hangover, but her heart was racing with uncertainty and fear.Celine's heart thundered in her chest as she took in the sight of the sleeping man beside her, his hands still wrapped around her waist in a slumbering embrace.As the memories of the previous night came flooding back, a wave of shame and horror washed over her, threatening to drown her in its icy waters.“Ugh! This is why I hate drinking,” she muttered, her voice barely a whisper, as she lay still, unwilling to rouse The Sleeping Beauty beside her and face the consequences of her actions.Celine’s movements were slow a