Semua Bab Accidental Billionaire’s Bride: His Sinful Obsession: Bab 91 - Bab 100

In a fit of rage, Cyrus paced the room like a caged beast, his fury palpable as he listened to the quiet whispers of Celine and Ermanno through the bugged necklace he'd gifted her. But Ermanno's discovery and destruction of the listening device had left Cyrus seething."Those damn bastards," he spat, his eyes burning with hatred. "We need to move quickly."Cyrus's jaw tightened, his eyes cold and determined as he plotted his next move. "Get our men ready. We're going to attack their villa in the mountains. That's where they are hiding," he ordered, his voice hard as steel.The scarred man left to carry out his instructions, leaving Cyrus alone with his twisted thoughts. "I'm coming for you, Celine," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "You will pay for your betrayal, and victory will be mine."~Celine's steps were swift but hesitant, her mind racing with a jumble of thoughts. "Where are you taking me?" she asked, her voice tremulous as she packed her belongings under Ermanno's wa

Meanwhile, Ermanno came to Italy to look for Celine, tracking her down. He went to the hospital where she was admitted, but they told him that Celine already left with her husband. "What do you mean she left with her husband?" he exclaimed, his eyes blazing with panic. "Celine's not married! What's going on?" The hospital staff exchanged uneasy glances, their confusion mirroring Ermanno's as they struggled to reconcile the conflicting information. The doctors did their best to placate Ermanno, their words a salve on the festering wound of his anxiety. "Please, sir, calm down. Celine was brought to the hospital by this man, who claimed to be her husband. He showed us videos and pictures of them together, even their wedding photos. We had no reason to doubt his story," they reasoned. Ermanno shook his head, his doubts remaining unmoved. Something felt off. The pieces of the puzzle didn't fit. Ermanno's frustration boiled over, his words sharp as knives as he turned on his heel a

“If anything goes wrong today, I would just give up on getting married.” Celine said to Fiona. Fiona watched Celine with a tender smile, her heart aching at the vulnerability radiating from her friend. "Nothing will go wrong today, sweetheart," she reassured, her voice gentle and soothing. "No man can put asunder this time." Fiona's arms enveloped Celine, offering comfort as tears threatened to spill from her friend's eyes. "This is it," Fiona whispered. "This is the beginning of your happily ever after." Fiona's eyes crinkled with amusement as she teased, "Don't let those tears fall, Celine. You don't want to ruin that beautiful makeup." "I know, I know," Celine laughed, her voice quivering with emotion. "But today is just so... emotional. After everything we've been through, after everything we've struggled with. It's hard not to cry." Fiona's gaze softened as she enveloped Celine in a warm embrace. "Love isn't easy, dear friend.” As if the day couldn't get any more emo

Celine’s POV I, Celine Vitale, stand before the mirror in disbelief. Mrs Vitale. Who would have thought? My mind wanders back to when I first met Ermanno. Ah, the naive dream of becoming Mrs White. Yet, here I am, living the reality I never thought would be mine. "Mrs Vitale," I murmur to myself, the name rolling off my tongue as if it had always belonged to me. And perhaps, it had. There’s not a thing in the world I wouldn’t give up to be where I am now. The deep, familiar voice jolts my heart into a flurry. "Princess..." he whispers, and I can't help but turn around to meet his piercing blue eyes. "Hmmm?" I answer, melting at the sight of his grin. "Come here," he beckons, his smile only growing wider. My heart warms at the sound of his voice. He is my prince, and I am his princess. I float towards him, drawn by the warmth of his arms as he draws me in, encircling my waist in a gentle embrace. Even as exhaustion from the wedding takes its toll, I can see the love in his eyes

Just as my body trembled on the edge of release, Ermanno pulled his fingers away, leaving me suspended in the agony of denied pleasure. "No, no, no," I moaned, my voice quivering with the aftermath of thwarted ecstasy. My fingers flew to my clit, desperate to coax the orgasm back, but Ermanno's expression remained unimpressed. Trapped in my own need, with my legs chained apart and my body tingling with frustration, I could only watch helplessly as he stood over me, his power and control radiating from him like a palpable force. His voice was a low, sensual purr in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "Oh princess, you don't have permission to touch yourself. That's my job," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with predatory delight. In one swift motion, he chained my hands to the bed, the metal clinking against the headboard as he bound me to his will. And there I was, naked and helpless, my limbs stretched taut against the chains, my body a living tableau of submission and surre