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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

The hum of the luxury car’s engine softened as the driver pulled up in front of the Lumière Grand Hotel, one of the most exclusive dining destinations in the city.The sleek glass building towered in the night, its polished surface exuding quiet elegance and secrecy—the perfect setting for a private meeting.At the backseat of the car, Eric turned to Adina, his fingers instinctively reaching for hers.“Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” His tone was gentle, but reluctance flickered in his eyes. “We don't have to do it all through as Grandma dictates…I mean…”Adina squeezed his hand reassuringly, cutting him off his words “I’ve got this, Eric. You trust me, don’t you?” He sighed, brushing his thumb over the back of her hand. “Of course, I do. I just don’t like the idea of you there alone with him.” Although Eric had accepted Adina’s grandmother’s wish and reassured her of his support throughout the pregnancy, he still felt unease about Adina meeting Ryan alone.He

In his penthouse office at Duggle Global Tech, the city skyline along Randolph Avenue stretched beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathed in golden hues as dusk settled in.The view reeked of success—his success.Ryan Knight leaned back in his leather chair, tossing a stress ball from hand to hand. He was in a good mood.A victorious mood.Across from him, Sebastian Storm—his best friend since junior high and now his lawyer—sat with an amused smirk, one leg lazily crossed over the other.“So let me get this straight…” Sebastian said, rubbing his jaw. “Adina—the same girl who dumped you six years ago—just so happened to get accidentally inseminated with your sperm, and instead of walking away, you actually want her to keep the baby?”Ryan flicked the stress ball in the air, catching it with ease. “You make it sound ridiculous when you say it like that.”Sebastian leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His eyes gleamed—part disbelief, part wicked amusement. “Oh, it’s ridicul

“Over my dead body will you do such a thing, Adina!”The voice rang through the room, firm, unwavering, absolute.All heads turned as Vanessa King, Adina’s grandmother, strode in like she owned the place. Which, in a way, she did—considering the Crown mansion had been her wedding gift to Eric and Adina.Despite her seventy years of life, there was no hesitation in her stride. She moved with the poise of a queen, her very presence commanding the air.By her side stood Jeremy Woods, her personal assistant of nearly fifteen years—loyal as ever. And beside him, Caleb West, friend to Dominic and her late son and also the King Group’s legal director.The air in the room shifted instantly.Adina and Eric sprang to their feet, their expressions frozen in shock. They had all agreed to keep the news from her—so how had she found out?Tension crackled in the silence.Dominic, however, remained seated, his face unreadable.Mabel, ever the strategist, was the first to recover. Clearing her throat,

That evening…The silence in the Crown mansion was thick. Too thick.Then—BANG!Eric’s fist crashed against the polished mahogany table, the sharp sound cutting through the stillness like a gunshot.“That fucking bastard!” His voice thundered through the suite, ricocheting off the high ceilings. “He actually thinks he can demand that my wife bear his child—or he’ll sue?!”His breath came in sharp, uneven bursts, his entire body vibrating with restrained fury. “Who the hell does he think he is? Just because Forbes slapped his name on one of the young billionaire lists, he thinks that erases the fact that he used to be a lowlife?”Across the table, Dominic Harrington barely flinched. The older man simply leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping against the cushions in a slow, deliberate rhythm. His gaze flicked to his wife, Mabel.She looked just as furious. But unlike Eric, she wasn’t pacing—she was calculating. And her silence was just as dangerous as his rage.Finally, Dominic let ou

April 26, 2016Pacific Grand Hospital. 10:15 AM For six years, Adina King-Harrington had dreamed of this moment. Prayed. Begged. Cried. Clawed at hope even when it felt impossible.And now—finally—it was here.She was pregnant.Her hands trembled as she clutched the test results, her breath unsteady.A lump formed in her throat, thick and overwhelming, as tears burned the back of her eyes.A shaky laugh bubbled from her lips as she turned to her husband, Eric Harrington, “I told you,” she whispered, her voice breathless, her eyes gleaming.For the first time since the IVF procedure, Eric smiled—a real smile, wide and unguarded.It had taken his mother’s relentless insistence to push him into this process, but now, seeing the proof before him, a wave of relief crashed over him.“You did,” he murmured. His usually stiff posture eased as his hand lifted hesitantly, hovering just above her stomach. Then, slowly, he let himself touch it.It was tentative at first, as if he didn’t quite b

June 15, 2024.Laughter and the soft clinking of champagne glasses filled the grand ballroom of the Bandillon Expression Event Center.It was an exclusive high-society event. Chandeliers sparkled above, casting golden hues on the elites of the business world.Dressed in an elegant, midnight-blue gown, Vanessa King moved through the crowd with practiced grace, her every step exuding power. Yet, beneath her poised exterior, her mind was set on something far more pressing. In four days from now, she would be presiding over the King Group board meeting she had requested a few days ago-one that would change everything.Eric had to be removed as Chairman. His betrayal ran too deep. First, the revelation that Adina's son wasn't biologically his-from the flash drive left behind by Benjamin Anderson, the late lab technician from Pacific Grand Hospital whom she had met by chance after he was attacked. She had tried to save him, but he died on the way to the hospital.Knowing that he got to

✨To my dearest readers,Without you, a story, no matter how much work or heart goes into it, just sits unread. You’re the reason it mattered. Thank you so much for taking the time to read I GOT MARRIED FOR REVENGE.This story challenged me in more ways than one, but I gave it everything I had and I truly hope you enjoyed every twist, every chapter, and every emotion that came with it.If it left you feeling something—whether it’s love, anger, excitement, shock, or just not wanting it to end…I’d really love to hear your thoughts. So please, don’t forget to leave a comment and share what parts stood out to you the most. Your feedback means more than you know.And if you want more stories filled with drama, romance, and complicated characters, feel free to check out my other books on this platform:💼 Entangled With My Rival CEO, and💔 Married But Pregnant With My Ex’s BabyThank you again for reading all the way to the end. I’m truly grateful.— Love Crown 💜👑

•~•Solane’s POVThe wedding gown clung to me like it had been poured onto my skin—white, with the softest undertone of ivory.I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the tiniest wrinkle near my hip when I heard a knock on the door. I turned.Shoshanna stood at the entrance, head tilted slightly. “Hi.”I blinked. “Hi?”“Can I come in?” she asked, the corners of her lips lifting into a smile that, surprisingly, seemed real.“Sure,” I said softly.She stepped in, eyes scanning me from head to toe. “You look beautiful.”“Thank you.”Silence. The kind that stretches just a second too long. I wasn’t sure what this was.My mind reeled. Why is she here?To throw jabs because I was marrying Aziel? Because I was the reason they ended things a year ago?Shoshanna let out a quiet breath. “I’ll be honest with you.”I crossed my arms. “Honest about what?”She let out a short, dry laugh and motioned between us. “From ex-fiancée to almost-wife… You’re one lucky girl, Solane. Especially for someone

•~•Third Person’s POV Melissa’s hands were cuffed in front of her as she was escorted to the visitor’s booth, the guard giving her the usual cold nod before leaving her alone.She frowned as she took a seat. Her gaze narrowed when she saw the man on the other side of the glass dressed entirely in black, a face mask covering the lower half of his face, and a cap pulled low enough to cast a shadow over his eyes.She tilted her head slightly, trying to get a better look beneath the cap. Still nothing.Reaching for the phone, she lifted it to her ear. “Who are you? Did my lawyer send you?”The man picked up the receiver on his side, his voice muffled but clear. “James didn’t send me. So why don’t you take a wild guess who I am?”Melissa’s lips tightened. “You think this is funny? You think you can just show up, visit some random person in prison, and play guessing games with them?”“But you’re not some random person,” he said, a mocking edge in his voice. “You’re Melissa Grant.”She froz

•~•Solane’s POVI pulled into the cemetery, my fingers tightening around the wheel before letting go.The engine went quiet, but the thudding in my chest didn’t.I sat still for a second, watching how the early morning sun filtered through the trees, casting long shadows across the neat rows of tombstones.“Just breathe.”I reminded myself.I reached over to the passenger seat and picked up the flowers I had placed there before leaving the house.White lilies. His favorite flowers.I pushed the door open and stepped out, letting the cool air settle over me.The walk wasn’t long. It never is when you don’t want to get there.And then I was standing in front of him.The headstone hadn’t changed. Nothing had.I knelt slowly, holding the flowers tight against my chest. I stared at the name carved in stone. “It’s been a year already,” I whispered.My throat felt tight. “I still see that day. I dream about it some night.” I swallowed hard, forcing the words out like I was begging the wind to

•~•Aziel’s POVThe Grant mansion felt quieter than usual. Still. Hollow.I stood in the hallway beside Irene, both of us staring at the large family portrait hanging on the wall.My father, my mother, and two boys dressed in matching blazers. My brother and I.The perfect family on canvas. Nothing more than lies pressed into paint."How long are you going to keep staring at this?" Irene asked, her voice soft but impatient. "You already got what you came for. Let’s go."I gave her a small, sad smile. "Nothing. I was just wondering... about the possibilities."She tilted her head slightly. “What possibilities?”I shrugged. “If I’d been born into a different family—rich, middle class, poor, doesn’t matter…” I paused. “Would I still come into this world as someone’s identical twin?”My voice dropped, quieter now.“Would my parents’ marriage still fall apart? Would my mother still love Nathaniel more than she could ever love me?...”“...Would my dad still get into a car accident that cause

•~•Third Person’s POVMelissa Grant sat in the sterile holding room of the federal detention center, handcuffed, stripped of everything that once gave her presence its edge.No designer suit, no signature red lipstick, no diamonds winking from her ears. Her hair was pulled into a limp ponytail, the strands frizzed with stress and sleeplessness.But her eyes, hollowed by the past seventy-two hours, still held the steel of someone who refused to believe the walls were closing in.Across from her sat her attorney, James Lennon, a man in his mid-forties, tie loosened, suit wrinkled from what looked like too many hours without rest.His gaze was calm, but the fatigue behind it told its own story.“Ma’am,” he started, voice low but firm, “you need to hear me on this.”“The charges against you—five counts of first-degree murder, embezzlement, drug trafficking, money laundering… and Zane Lancaster’s lawsuit for defamation and false reporting about using Grant Holdings ports to move drugs…”“.