Accidental Billionaire’s Bride: His Sinful Obsession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

"You have no idea," Celine sighed, her anger at herself mingling with the relief of knowing she hadn't been betrayed."Tricked by an ex, huh?" Ermanno asked, a small smile playing on his lips. "Who'd have thought it? You, with your fiery spirit and sharp tongue."Celine rolled her eyes, unable to stop the corners of her mouth from twitching upward. "Shut up, or I'll scratch your eyes out," she threatened, her voice lacking any real malice."My mom is alive," Celine choked out, tears spilling from her eyes.Ermanno pulled her into a hug, his embrace warm and comforting, but Celine couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. His reaction seemed almost rehearsed, his words too perfectly comforting."I'm sorry, princess," he murmured, his lips brushing against her forehead.Celine drew in a ragged breath, her body shaking with sobs as she spoke. "I'm so tired. It's like the whole world is against me," she choked out, the tears streaming uncontrollably down her face.Ermanno cupped

The vibrant hues of day had faded into the twilight, the air cooling as the darkness enveloped the parking lot. Celine, her shopping bag in hand, began to make her way towards her vehicle. As the artificial lights flickered on, casting a dim glow across the asphalt, her footsteps echoed through the stillness of the night."This is not where I wanted to be at night," she thought to herself, her pace quickening as she kept a wary eye on her surroundings. "But a girl's gotta eat."The ringing of her phone persisted, refusing to be ignored. With a huff, Celine set her shopping bag down on the asphalt, the fruits rolling slightly in their container. Pulling out her phone, she saw Ermanno's name flashing on the screen, the glow of the light illuminating her features in the dark."Ermanno, of course," she muttered, a wry smile tugging at her lips as she answered the call.Celine's voice was sharp and annoyed as she scolded Ermanno over the phone. "It's incredibly rude to call someone over an

After an arduous day of meetings and discussions with the movie production company, Celine found herself seeking refuge in her car, a haven of solitude amid the chaotic city.As she sat in the driver's seat, her phone buzzed, drawing her attention. A message from Ermanno, its mere presence bringing a smile to her lips. "This man," she whispered to herself, a fondness in her voice that betrayed the deep affection she harbored for him.The serenity of Celine's solitary moment was shattered by the intrusive ringing of her phone. She hesitated, debating whether to answer the call or let it go to voicemail, when the name on the screen jolted her back to reality."Owen," the screen displayed, the name resonating in her mind like a discordant melody.With a deep breath, Celine answered, her voice tense, almost a whisper. "Hello, Uncle." Her choice of address not betraying the turmoil that swirled in her chest at the thought of facing her past.Owen's voice was warm, soothing, and yet it stir

~Zelda's cries echoed through the room, a storm of tears streaming down her face. The image of Celine and Ermanno's Instagram post burned into her mind, a brutal reminder of her heartbreak."He chose her," she sobbed, her words barely coherent through the wracking sobs that wrung her body. "Why not me? Why couldn't he love me?"The pain twisted inside her, ripping at the fragile threads of her self-worth. "He didn't even want me," she whispered, her voice raw with anguish.Zelda sank onto the floor, the fight draining from her body as the truth settled like a weight on her chest. "I wasn't good enough," she moaned, her hands clenched into fists. "What could she possibly have that I don't?""Celine, I swear to god, I'm going to kill you!" Zelda seethed, her hatred for Celine intensifying by the second. In the privacy of her room, she paced back and forth, her rage and frustration boiling over."Zelda, please calm down," her mother, Mrs. Martin, pleaded, her voice filled with concern.

"Is she... alive?" A soft voice whispered, tremulous with fear."I don't know. I... I can't tell," came the reply, shrouded in uncertainty.Then, a hushed whisper: "Shhhh. I think she's waking up."she was lying on a cold, hard floor. Her body was wracked with pain, every inch of her screaming in protest. She could make out the blurred shapes of people around her, their voices sounding far away and distorted."Splash some water on her face," a voice commanded, and Celine recoiled as a cold, wet sensation hit her skin. The drops kept coming, each one sending a chill down her spine."Hey, easy! You don't want to drown her!" another voice interjected, and the water stopped.Celine's eyes fluttered open, her vision hazy and blurred. The light hurt, piercing her head like a thousand knives. As she rolled over, a wave of pain washed over her, making her groan and wince.Slowly, her sight began to clear, and she could make out a figure leaning over her, their face mere inches from her own. "