"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
It had been hours, the room pulsed with dim red and blue lights, an eerie ambiance that cloaked its sinister purpose. The heavy scent of leather, sweat, and stale perfume filled the air. On the floor, Hazel knelt, bound and blindfolded. Her wrists were shackled with cold steel chains, the metal biting into her skin as she trembled.She was clad in tight lace lingerie, her body exposed and vulnerable.Her breaths came in short, ragged gasps, her head drooping as if the strength to resist had long since left her. The collar around her neck tugged slightly as the man looming over her adjusted the leash. Hazel whimpered softly, her voice breaking the unsettling silence.She whimpered as the sting of the whip bit into her back again.“Um…” Her voice was faint, a mixture of pain and helplessness.The man, his face hidden behind an eye mask, grinned maliciously. His big belly heaved as he leaned closer, his hand brushing against her thigh. “How does it feel to play, darling?” he hissed, his
Max nodded, his gaze steady despite the weight of the situation. Ignoring Dimitri’s sly remarks, he turned his attention to Francisco. “Francisco,” he said firmly, signaling discreetly for him to step aside.Francisco’s sharp eyes narrowed slightly, scanning Max’s expression. Something wasn’t right.Dimitri, ever the provocateur, interrupted with a smirk. “What’s this? Is everything alright, Max?”Max forced a tight smile, keeping his tone neutral. “Yes. It’s a personal matter.”Dimitri raised an eyebrow, feigning concern. “Ah, I see. For a moment, I thought my important guests weren’t being looked after properly.”Max’s lips curved into a quick, thin smile. “It’s your party, Dimitri. There’s no way it could flop.”Before Dimitri could respond, Max turned back to Francisco, his urgency thinly veiled. “Francisco, we need you. Right now.”Francisco’s piercing gaze lingered on Max for a moment, searching for answers in his eyes. Sensing the gravity of the situation, he rose from his se
Francisco’s jaw clenched as his phone buzzed again, Arthur’s name flashing on the screen. He let out a slow, deliberate breath, trying to mask the turmoil building within. The room was silent except for the faint rustle of papers and the occasional clink of glasses.Dimitri leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes glinting with amusement as he lightly touched his lips with his thumb. He observed Francisco with a predatory curiosity, savoring the rare moment of tension in the usually unflappable man.“What happened, Francisco?” Dimitri finally broke the silence, his voice calm but laden with intrigue.Francisco’s gaze flicked at him, sharp but unreadable. Before he could respond, James interjected with a smirk, “You’re not the old Francisco anymore, are you?”Dimitri chuckled softly. “Perhaps Hazel is responsible for that change.”The room’s atmosphere shifted, charged with unspoken truths. Francisco rubbed his forehead, his frustration evident, but he didn’t rise to their bait. Instea
Hazel swayed unsteadily as the girl held her arm firmly. “Are you okay?” the girl asked, her voice soft but laced with concern.Hazel pressed her lips together, nodding weakly. “Yes… I’m fine,” she muttered, but her words lacked conviction. She tried to focus her vision, but everything was still blurry. Her head throbbed, and her body felt uncomfortably warm.“I don’t know… I’m just—” Hazel murmured, glancing at the girl who was helping her. She couldn’t make out her face clearly in the haze of her drugged state, but her touch felt steady.“You’ll be fine,” the girl said soothingly. “Let’s get you out of this dress. It’s too tight—it’s not helping.”Hazel didn’t respond. She felt aware enough to understand the situation but too disoriented to resist or make decisions. Her mind spun with the realization that she must have been drugged, and the heat coursing through her body only confirmed her suspicion.The girl carefully worked to change Hazel’s dress. Hazel felt a cool breeze agai
Hazel sat on the barstool, her frustration palpable as she tapped her nails lightly on the counter. Her voice was low but sharp as she asked the bartender for a drink, not caring what it was. She couldn’t suppress the anger and despair bubbling inside her. Francisco had taken everything—her freedom, her choices, her dignity—and left her trapped in a life she never wanted.The glass of beer arrived, and Hazel absently twirled her finger along its rim. Her thoughts spiraled as she stared into the amber liquid. Once, she had stood tall as a detective, a servant of justice. Now, she was no better than a prisoner, bound to a man whose world revolved around power and crime.She finished the drink in one swift gulp, the bitterness burning her throat. "Another, pig," she muttered, her words dripping with venom. The bartender narrowed his eyes but complied, sliding another glass toward her with a wary glance.As she lifted the second drink to her lips, a familiar voice interrupted her."Ma’am,
The room fell silent again, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Dimitri, unbothered by Hazel’s sharp retort, simply smiled at her, his composure as smooth as the wine he swirled in his glass.“Ah, then it must be the sweetest regret for you,” Dimitri said, taking a sip of his drink. His voice carried a mocking lilt. “Just imagine—you’re sleeping with one of us every night.”Hazel’s expression hardened, her face a mask of controlled fury.Dimitri leaned back in his chair, sneering, “How helpless you are. Isn’t it fascinating?”The words struck a nerve, driving home the oppressive reality of her situation. Dimitri had skillfully highlighted her vulnerability, reminding her of the sheer powerlessness she felt among people who thrived on corruption and violence. Hazel could feel the weight of every eye on her, and the humiliation was almost unbearable.Without a word, she yanked her hand free from Francisco’s grip. Her voice was firm, yet laced with barely concealed frustration,
Francisco didn’t react immediately. His sharp gaze fixed on Dimitri’s hand for a long moment, as if calculating every possible outcome of this exchange. Then, finally, he reached out and clasped Dimitri’s hand in his own. The handshake was firm, neither man willing to back down, their locked hands a silent battle of wills.“I am sorry for my unprofessional attitude,” Dimitri said smoothly, his tone carrying a hint of insincerity as their hands finally parted. His smirk never wavered."So, how are you?" Dimitri asked, his voice light, though his eyes glinted with something sharper. "How’s life been treating you all these years?"Francisco pressed his lips together briefly, raising his brows in acknowledgment before answering curtly. "It’s going well."Dimitri nodded, his smile remaining as he leaned forward slightly, folding his arms.“I see,” he said, his voice casual, though the room seemed to tighten around his words.“Yeah, normally it would be good. After all, you’ve been... killi
They soon reached a secluded area where several high-ranking clan members were gathered around a grand table, each one deep in conversation. James, Lilith, and Ron—son of the Wolf Clan boss—sat among them, each turning their attention as Francisco and Hazel approached. The atmosphere here was different; there was a tension woven into the room’s decor and the careful way everyone held themselves. Conversations halted momentarily, eyes shifting toward them with mixed expressions.Francisco’s gaze swept over the group, searching. He noted familiar faces, but one key figure was missing.Dimitri!The room fell silent as Francisco and Hazel stepped into the circle. The clan members’ conversations came to an abrupt halt, their gazes shifting toward the pair.Francisco eased into a seat on the plush couch, pulling Hazel down beside him. His expression was calm, but Hazel could feel the undercurrent of tension in his movements.Lilith, seated nearby, took a sharp breath, her face hardening. He
Without a word, Hazel opened the car door and slid inside, leaving the two men standing in a charged silence. Francisco took a slow step closer to Arthur, his gaze flicking to the car window where Hazel sat, her eyes cast elsewhere. Then he turned back to Arthur, his tone low and deliberate.“Arthur,” he said quietly, “I trust you’ll remember your boundaries.”The statement was calm, almost conversational, but laced with an unmistakable edge.Arthur swallowed, feeling the weight of Francisco’s gaze.“Boss, I…” He stammered, struggling to explain, though he knew words wouldn’t change what Francisco had seen.Francisco’s gaze sharpened.“I saw everything, Arthur. Now consider, what if it happens again next time, then?”His tone was laced with an unspoken warning, leaving no room for misinterpretation.Arthur’s throat went dry, and he forced himself to respond.“I… understand, sir. And if there’s any punishment…”He hesitated, glancing up briefly before returning his eyes to the ground.