"How could you tell me to kill your own child?" she demanded, her voice trembling with emotion.But Francisco's response was cold and calculated, his grip on her hair loosening as he sought to explain himself. "Actually, it's not the child itself," he began, his tone almost clinical in its detachment. "The thing is, the child should be in Hazel's body."Emily recoiled in horror at Francisco's words, her disgust plain on her face. "Are you really a normal man?" she questioned, her disbelief evident in her tone.But Francisco offered no response to her query, his silence a damning confirmation of the depths to which he was willing to sink in pursuit of his own desires.Emily's resolve solidified in the face of Francisco's cold indifference. "I will not abort this child, and I will see how that bitch can carry your child," she declared defiantly, her anger simmering just beneath the surface.Her words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of her determination to defy Francisco's call
Emily watched with a mixture of disdain and apprehension as Hazel and Lily entered the café, their bodyguards stationed outside. Her lips curled into a mocking smirk at the sight of their ostentatious arrangements.As Hazel settled into the seat across from her, Emily's expression remained cool and calculated."I had never been treated like that. He had never treated me in this way," she remarked, her tone dripping with bitterness and resentment.Hazel, undeterred by Emily's sarcasm, calmly removed her sunglasses, revealing eyes that held a steely resolve."Ms. Emily, then I will tell you were lucky," she retorted, her voice tinged with a hint of superiority.Emily's smirk faltered momentarily, replaced by a look of defiance."Lucky?" she scoffed, her tone laced with skepticism.Hazel leaned forward, her gaze unwavering."Because I am the one who was dying for his attention," Emily declared, her words cutting through the tension like a knife.Hazel's disbelief turned into a mixture of
Lily stood in the hospital corridor, her heart heavy with the weight of the news she was about to deliver. With trembling fingers, she dialed Francisco's number, her mind racing with apprehension. As the call connected, she wasted no time in getting to the point.Hazel sat nearby, her own expression tense with worry."Master, we have a problem," Lily said as Francisco answered the call.Francisco's brows furrowed in concern at the seriousness of Lily's tone. "What happened?""Why didn't you pick up my call earlier?"Taking a deep breath, Lily explained the situation."Ms. Emily had an accident," she said, her voice trembling slightly."And Ms. Hazel was with her?"Francisco's brows furrowed in alarm.How could Lily have known about the accident involving Emily, and the fact that Hazel was with her only added to his bewilderment."What?" Francisco exclaimed, his voice laced with disbelief. "How could she be with her?"As Lily recounted the events leading up to the accident, Francisco's
As Francisco and Hazel returned to the confines of the mansion, tension crackled in the air like electricity. Hazel wrenched her hand free from Francisco's tight grasp, her expression wrought with a mixture of defiance and frustration. Francisco's gaze remained stern, his features hardened with resolve as he watched her closely.Hazel pressed her lips together, a gesture of inner turmoil as she touched her throbbing head. Regret washed over her in waves as she grappled with the weight of her own actions."She asked for my help, she wanted to save her child but…" Hazel's thoughts trailed off, her eyes squeezing shut in a pained expression of remorse."You..." Hazel's voice broke the heavy silence, her words tinged with accusation as she turned to face Francisco."How could you kill your child?" she demanded, her tone laced with anger and disbelief. She refused to meet his gaze, her eyes fixed on some distant point as if unable to bear the truth that lay before her.Francisco's response
Francisco's face contorted with anger as he disregarded her words, his hands tugging at his sleeves in a display of simmering violence. With a chilling indifference, he revealed the veins bulging beneath his skin, a silent threat of brutality yet to come."Rape?"Francisco's stern gaze bore down on her, his presence looming over her like a menacing shadow.With deliberate intent, Francisco closed the distance between them, his movements purposeful as he clasped her face in his palm. Together, they stood beneath the unforgiving stream of water, its cold embrace enveloping them both."I can do whatever I want," Francisco declared, his voice unwavering in its conviction. "I just want you to accept me.""If you see the real me, then you can understand what I am capable of doing for you," Francisco continued, his words a chilling reminder of the depths of his obsession."I will kill my own existence because I want you to hold my existence," he confessed, his tone tinged with desperation."
Francisco's patience had worn thin, his tolerance for disobedience nonexistent. With a steely resolve, he reiterated his command, his voice brooking no argument."Do it," Francisco commanded, his tone unwavering as he watched the maid closely.The maid's heart raced with fear as Francisco's shouts pierced the tense atmosphere, her instincts screaming at her to comply with his ruthless demands. Pressing her lips together in a silent plea for mercy, she cast a wary glance at Lily, whose eyes brimmed with guilt and fear.With trembling hands, the maid took a hesitant step forward, acutely aware of the consequences of disobeying Francisco's orders. She knew that her own punishment would be swift and severe if she failed to carry out his cruel command.Summoning every ounce of courage she possessed, the maid extended her trembling hands and grasped Lily's, her heart pounding with trepidation. Francisco's eyes bore into them with a chilling intensity, his silent expectation weighing heavily
As Max welcomed the newcomer into the chamber, Francisco's gaze remained fixed on the figure standing before him. With a sense of admiration, Francisco spoke, his tone filled with genuine appreciation."Amazing," he murmured, extending a warm welcome."Welcome home."The man smiled modestly at Francisco's words."I had never thought I would come here again, boss," he confessed, his voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia.Francisco returned the smile, his confidence radiating as he assured, “Nothing is impossible for me.""No one will recognize it's you, Liam," he assured him, his voice carrying a note of pride in their accomplishments.Indeed, that day had marked a turning point for their organization as Francisco's men orchestrated Liam's escape from the hospital and subsequent surgery to alter his appearance. With his identity now shrouded in secrecy, Liam had emerged anew as Lucas, ready to resume his duties within their ranks.As Max spoke up, breaking the momentary silence with a
The next morning, Rafael meticulously disguised himself as a delivery boy, his determination unwavering as he prepared for the task ahead. Adjusting his cap in the mirror, he took a deep breath, steeling himself for what lay ahead. "At any cost, I need to talk to uncle," he reminded himself, his resolve firm.With a determined nod, Rafael affixed a fake mustache to his face before setting out on his bike. Robert provided backup, ensuring Rafael's safety in case of any unforeseen complications. They had meticulously planned every detail, and Rafael was ready to execute the mission.Arriving at the company's premises approximately thirty minutes later, Rafael was met with a thorough inspection by the security guard. His disguise was scrutinized from head to toe, and his bag was thoroughly searched. Satisfied that Rafael posed no threat, the security guard granted him entry into the office building.Stepping inside, Rafael surveyed his surroundings with a mixture of apprehension and dete