In the luxurious confines of Lilith's room, an air of anticipation hung as she meticulously prepared herself for an evening that promised intrigue and seduction. She adorned a deep-V mini dress, its alluring side dips accentuating her curves. The deep red hue of the dress mirrored the boldness of her intentions, and the matching lipstick added a touch of allure. Lilith applied light makeup, enhancing her features, while her long, back-brushed hair cascaded elegantly down her back.As she surveyed herself in the mirror, a confident smile played on her lips. The transformation complete, she exuded an aura of seduction and confidence. Tonight, she had plans that extended beyond the ordinary.A discreet knock interrupted her moment of reflection."Come in," Lilith invited with a calm tone, her eyes reflecting a calculated anticipation.The maid entered, awaiting further instructions. Lilith, with a hint of satisfaction, issued her orders."Madam, everything has been arranged the way you s
In the intimate confines of the backyard, Francisco's words hung heavy in the air as he locked his gaze onto Lilith. "He told me to marry you," he admitted, his tone devoid of evasion.Lilith, caught off guard, felt a sudden rush of heat in her cheeks. The straightforward revelation left her momentarily speechless, her lips pressed together in a futile attempt to conceal her emotions. The playfulness that had characterized their interaction took a sharp turn into unfamiliar territory."Really?" Lilith stammered, her voice betraying a mixture of surprise and vulnerability.Francisco, seemingly indifferent to the weight of his admission, calmly wiped his lips with a tissue. Without hesitation, he uttered a revelation that shattered the delicate facade of their dance. "But I said no."Lilith, eyes widened, stared at him in disbelief. The room, once charged with a subtle tension. "What did you mean?" Lilith questioned, her voice trembling with a mix of confusion and disbelief.Franc
As the night unfolded, Liam orchestrated the distribution of illicit substances to a diverse group of individuals — mid-age, young adults, and teenagers alike. Boxes of drugs changed hands, and Liam, cautious and calculated, emphasized the need to expand their influence on college students."It's all for now," Liam declared, handing over packets to his associates.Their leader reassured him, "Don't worry, boss. Everything will be on time."Liam, aware of the heightened risks in their latest venture, cautioned, "But be careful. It is riskier than the previous ones."In a ritualistic exchange, a bundle of dollars sealed their illicit deal.Meanwhile, Francisco returned home in the late hours of the night. The mansion, usually a sanctuary of opulence and intrigue, welcomed him in its silent halls. As he entered, his discerning gaze scanned the surroundings, but there was no sign of Hazel.Considering the late hour, Francisco assumed Hazel had retired for the night.As Francisco made his
Hazel's eyes darted around Francisco's room, contemplating the best way to search for the drive she believed he had safely tucked away. The closet seemed like a logical place.His room exuded an air of security, adding to Hazel's conviction that the drive must be stored somewhere well-protected. A dilemma lingered in her mind — should she risk opening the closet? The potential reward battled with the fear of invading Francisco's privacy.Frustrated by the lack of alternatives, Hazel pressed her lips together, determined to find a solution. Her gaze shifted to his table where the laptop and phone sat, tempting her with the possibility of uncovering the elusive drive. She took a deep breath, silently imploring divine intervention.‘God, help me.’‘I want to search his room by hook or by crook.’With a resolve bordering on audacity, Hazel approached the table, fingers trembling as she considered her next move.‘Just a quick look.’She muttered to herself, eyes darting between the laptop
The next day, Hazel awoke to find Francisco absent from bed. It struck her that, once again, she had fallen asleep beside him. Hastily fixing her disheveled dress, she scanned the room, catching the distant sounds emanating from the washroom.‘He must be taking a shower.’A sense of urgency gripped Hazel. ‘I need to do something right now so that he doesn’t suspect me.’She thought. Taking a deep breath, she moved toward the closet, her mind racing.Without a second thought, Hazel opened the closet. She positioned herself strategically, ensuring her actions wouldn't be caught on camera. Swift and decisive, she began her search, digging through drawers and gliding her hands under clothes. Time seemed to compress as Hazel worked with remarkable speed, leaving everything seemingly undisturbed.Her keen instincts guided her, and she executed each move with precision. Every drawer, every crevice was explored in a calculated manner. Hazel left no trace of her intrusion, orchestrating the s
Five days passed, and the dynamics between Hazel and Francisco underwent subtle shifts, bringing them closer. Yet, Hazel maintained a careful boundary, navigating the newfound closeness with a cautious demeanor. During this time, Francisco's restrictions prevented her from going to the office or accompanying him outside.Hazel cooked for him every day, and she seized every opportunity to discreetly explore Francisco's mansion. Despite her knowledge of the security code, she hesitated to venture into his room, wary of surveillance cameras that could potentially betray her actions.On the night Francisco prepared to depart for Georgia, Hazel knew this was her last chance. Determined and with a strategic plan in mind, she took a deep breath.I hope you guys have been there already.Rafael, I hope you are doing well.As the night unfolded, Hazel prepared a spicy meal for Francisco, knowing it would be their last dinner together. Francisco, engrossed in a phone conversation, continued his
Hazel and Francisco settled beside each other as she served him the Spanish dish she had prepared.In his regular way, Francisco extended the first bite toward Hazel, expecting her to taste it before he began eating. However, Hazel deviated from the norm.Instead of accepting the bite, she held his hand and spoke with a touch of vulnerability, "I want you to take the first bite.”“Because I don't know when you are going to return, sir. So, first you eat, then I will."Francisco, touched by her words, smiled and reached out to trace her face. His fingers delicately moved across her cheek, prompting Hazel to lower her gaze momentarily.When he demanded, "Look at me," Hazel met his gaze, finding herself captivated by the intensity in his eyes.With a hint of playful teasing, Francisco added, "I hope you won't poison me."The unexpected comment injected a mix of tension and humor into the moment, causing Hazel's heart to quicken in response.Hazel, despite the nerves that churned within h
Hazel, armed with the obtained pen drive, swiftly unlocked the door and stepped out of Francisco's mansion. Her eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, noting the presence of bodyguards both at the entrance and near the main gate. As the designated personal assistant to Francisco, she encountered no interference while leaving the mansion.Navigating her way toward the gate, Hazel's progress was halted by vigilant guards. Their inquisitive gazes fixed upon her as one of them questioned, "Ms., where are you going?"With a confident yet purposeful demeanor, Hazel responded, "I am going out for official work.""I'll be back in one hour."The guards exchanged glances, seemingly uncertain about the abrupt departure.Sensing potential scrutiny, Hazel offered an explanation, "Mr. Francisco can't go right now. I need to handle this on his behalf. He's resting as he has a flight."The guards, though still cautious, seemed to accept Hazel's explanation. However, one of them raised another concern
Lily suddenly held Hazel’s hand, her voice calm but firm. “Calm down! Let me call him. But you have to finish your meal first,” she said before walking out of the room.Hazel sat back on the bed, irritation bubbling inside her. This is too much, she thought, clenching her fists.After a while, the door creaked open, and Max entered, his presence commanding the room. He glanced at the untouched meal on the table, his brows furrowing in displeasure. Though his temper flared, he reminded himself to stay composed—for Francisco’s sake.“You haven’t even touched your food,” Max said, his tone edged with restrained annoyance.“Exactly,” Hazel replied, crossing her arms defiantly. “I need to talk to Francisco!”Max sighed, running a hand through his hair as he tried to maintain his calm. “He’s not available right now, and I can’t reach him either. It could be a network issue.”Hazel narrowed her eyes. “Where is he?”“He went to his grandfather’s house,” Max answered after a pause.Hazel raise
Hazel noticed Lily downstairs and quickly descended the stairs. As soon as Lily saw her, she hurried over with a worried expression.“Ms. Hazel, you’re awake! You could have called me,” Lily said, her tone full of concern. “You must be hungry. Please, go back to your room. I’ll bring something for you to eat.”Hazel frowned, confused by the strange tension in Lily’s voice. Something felt off.“Wait a second,” Hazel said, stopping Lily with a hand. “First, tell me what’s going on here. Why is everyone acting so weird?” She glanced around at the house, now filled with bodyguards stationed at various points. “And why are there so many guards here?”Lily hesitated, fidgeting nervously. “Ms., Boss arranged all of this. They’re here for your safety. And I’m here to take care of anything you need.”“For my safety?” Hazel’s tone rose as her confusion turned to frustration. “Why do I need this? I don’t need any of it!” Her voice sharpened as she arched a brow, waiting for answers.Lily sighed
Kai groaned, blood pooling beneath him. Max and Lucas stood by, their faces emotionless as they watched Francisco’s wrath unfold. Neither of them spoke—they knew better.Francisco sat in a chair, his cold gaze fixed on Kai. There was no hint of mercy, no sign of hesitation. He seemed to relish the sight before him, his lips curving into a grim line.“It’s better if you just stay silent,” Francisco muttered, his tone low and menacing.He rose from the chair, gun in hand, and knelt down in front of Kai. Gripping Kai’s neck tightly, Francisco forced him to meet his unrelenting stare.“You dared to touch her?” Francisco growled, his voice filled with venom.He pressed the gun against Kai’s forehead. “You looked at her with these eyes?” Francisco whispered, shifting the barrel to one of Kai’s eyes.“There’s no forgiveness for you,” he murmured, repeating the phrase like a mantra.Without warning, Francisco pulled the trigger. The gunshot echoed through the room, and blood splattered across
Hazel, her mind clouded and her body trembling, suddenly clasped Francisco’s collar and pulled him down into a kiss. Her movements were fevered, desperate, and without hesitation. Francisco stiffened at first, his hands instinctively going to her arms as if to push her away.“Hazel,” he murmured against her lips, trying to steady her. But she didn’t stop, her kisses becoming more insistent.For a moment, Francisco battled with himself. He knew she wasn’t in her right mind—her behavior erratic and fueled by whatever drugs that fucking Kai had forced upon her. She was vulnerable, and he should protect her, not exploit the situation.But then his heart whispered louder than his mind. This was his chance—a chance to have what he’d long desired but could never ask for. He wanted Hazel, all of her. A family with her. A future where she wouldn’t leave him, bound not just by love but by something unbreakable.He hesitated only for a heartbeat more before he gave in. His hands slid to her wais
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,