Novels by Gyuchan

Hazel took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. But before she could think further, the bedroom door opened without a knock.Theo stood in the doorway, wearing a white shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His face remained expressionless, but his gaze was sharp enough to make Hazel shiver."You're not asleep yet?" he asked flatly.Hazel quickly wiped the tears from her cheeks and stood up. "I... just haven't gotten used to it," she replied softly.Theo entered without permission, his steps steady toward the balcony. He opened the glass door and let the night breeze into the room. "You need to get used to it," he said without turning. "Starting tomorrow, your life will change."Hazel bit her lower lip. "I know."Theo turned, his hands in his pants pockets. "We're getting married tomorrow. That means from then on, you'll be part of my life—in public."Hazel held her breath."But remember," Theo continued in the same cold tone, "our relationship is nothing more than a contract.

The room felt colder, even though the air conditioner’s temperature hadn’t changed. Only the ticking of the wall clock broke the silence, making every second feel heavier for Hazel. The marriage contract lay before her like a curse, ready to change her life forever.Theo Filbert still sat across the desk with a relaxed demeanor, in stark contrast to the tension enveloping Hazel. His face remained unreadable, as if he already knew the decision Hazel would make even before she opened her mouth.“Take a moment if you need to,” Theo said, his voice flat and emotionless. Yet, his tone clearly conveyed impatience. “But the decision must be made tonight.”Hazel bit her lower lip, feeling the sharp sting. Her heart pounded hard, echoing in her chest like a war drum.Am I really going to do this?Her mind was in turmoil. A small voice inside her wanted to refuse, to fight back, to find another way to save her mother without having to surrender her freedom to a man who didn’t even believe in lo

As the door opened, the aroma of mahogany wood and coffee greeted her. The room was spacious and modern, dominated by black and gray tones that imparted a sense of coldness and elegance simultaneously. Large glass walls showcased a glittering cityscape under the night lights.Behind a large, neatly arranged desk, a man sat with a relaxed yet commanding demeanor.Theo Filbert. Hazel had read about him—the youngest CEO in Filbert Corporation's history. A billionaire known for his ruthlessness. An ambitious figure unafraid to destroy anyone in his way.The man's gray eyes were sharp, assessing Hazel as if she were an item under consideration for purchase."Please, sit," Theo said curtly, his tone leaving no room for refusal.Hazel felt her legs suddenly grow heavy, but she forced herself to walk and obey Theo's command. With a pounding heart, she finally sat in the chair before him. Her back was tense, as if an invisible weight compelled her to remain upright. Her hands clenched tightly

Rain poured heavily outside the hospital window, creating a monotonous rhythm that echoed through the silent corridors. The distinctive aroma of disinfectant mixed with the damp night air. Dim lights illuminated room number 312, where a middle-aged woman lay weakly. An IV was inserted into her wrinkled, aging hand. Her breaths were labored, as if each inhalation was a final, exhausting battle.Hazel Gabriella sat quietly at the edge of the bed. Her trembling fingers grasped her mother's increasingly cold hand. Hazel's lips quivered, but she forced herself to remain strong. Maria Gabriella—the only family left, the sole reason Hazel continued to endure despite the world's relentless blows."Mom... please hold on. I promise I'll find a way. I won't leave you," she whispered, her voice breaking. Tears streamed down her cheeks, soaking the pristine white blanket covering Maria's frail body.The woman who was once full of energy and spirit was now a shadow of her former self. This cruel di