"Give her nitroglycerin if she feels the pain again," Diana instructed a nurse as she handed over a file.After tending to her patient, Diana walked out of the cabin, a tired expression etched on her face. Her neck ached, and the idea of a massage lingered as a tempting solution.Moving wearily, she opened her cabin door, intending to retreat to her room for some much-needed rest. However, her plans were interrupted as she spotted Ben standing there with a cake."Ben," she said, a mixture of surprise and curiosity in her voice."Ah, Diana…" he responded, rising to his feet."What are you doing here, and what does this mean?" Diana inquired, eyeing the cake with genuine surprise."I thought you needed it, so I brought it," Ben explained, a sincere gesture evident in his words.Hearing Ben's explanation, Diana's exhaustion momentarily lifted, replaced by a light smile. She took a seat in her chair, a silent acknowledgment of the unexpected sweetness that Ben had brought into her day.Be
Diana emerged from the hospital, the urgency in her steps. It was 8 pm, and she was in a hurry to return to the mansion. The need to find out where Francisco had sent Max consumed her thoughts.In her hurried state, Ben, one of her confidants and a source of support, spotted her and called out, "Diana!"Turning to face him, she replied, "Ben!""Are you in a hurry?" he inquired, noticing the tension in her demeanor."Um… actually, yes. I need to go home," she responded, not slowing down.Ben, sensing the gravity of the situation, stopped her with a gentle touch. "I will drive you," he offered.Diana, her mind preoccupied with thoughts of Max and the need for answers, declined, saying, "No… not today, dear. Okay, I am leaving. I will call you after going home, okay?"Without waiting for a response, Diana briskly walked away, leaving Ben standing with a sense of curiosity and concern. As he watched her disappear into the distance, he couldn't help but wonder about what happened suddenly
The maid, having prepared the bath for Hazel, left the room as Hazel entered the bathroom, wrapping a towel around her. The door closed behind the maid, leaving Hazel in solitude as she contemplated the inviting tub before her.Hazel's eyes fell on the inviting tub, adorned with floating rose petals, emitting a sweet and enticing aroma.A moment of contemplation passed before she moved the towel, gracefully easing herself into the warm water. A contented sigh escaped her lips as the soothing embrace of the bath enveloped her."Ahh..."She leaned back, gazing up at the ceiling, allowing the soothing embrace of the water to envelop her. At this moment of relaxation, Hazel's thoughts drifted to the events that had transpired, particularly the unexpected drive.Where can I find the drive?The possibilities floated in her mind.Would it be in his bedroom?A surge of uncertainty clouded her thoughts. She couldn't simply enter without the password or Francisco's voice.While pondering, Hazel
Hazel emerged from her room, her eyes scanning the surroundings that now felt eerily vacant. A chill ran down her spine, akin to the stillness of a vampire's mansion.Despite the bustling activity she had witnessed earlier, she found herself alone in the mansion's corridors.Tip-toeing cautiously, Hazel ventured forth. The silence hung thick, broken only by the echo of her own footsteps. A sense of foreboding enveloped her, making her hyper-aware of the clandestine nature of the mansion.As she explored, Hazel's keen observations kicked in, noticing the numerous CCTV cameras strategically placed throughout the mansion. A wave of caution washed over her, compelling her to maintain an air of normalcy, as though oblivious to the surveillance that silently observed her every move.Descending the staircase, Hazel's bewilderment deepened. The once-bustling mansion had transformed into an empty labyrinth.Where is everyone?She wondered, her voice lost in the silence that enveloped the gran
Hazel finished her dinner, but Francisco remained behind closed doors. An hour passed, and her curiosity deepened when she spotted a maid making her way towards his room. Hazel's eyebrows arched inquisitively.Contemplating whether to approach him, Hazel hesitated. If Francisco didn't open the door, how could she initiate a conversation? Deep in thought, she walked towards her room, clutching the book tightly. Upon locking the door, Hazel sighed, feeling a sense of frustration."Damn it. I need to do something. But what can I do?" She muttered, sinking onto her bed. With a determined breath, she opened the book, hoping its pages might offer solace or distraction.As Hazel continued reading the book, she stumbled upon a dialogue in Italian, seemingly spoken by a character playing both the hero and the villain, expressing feelings towards a girl. Her fingers traced the sentences, feeling the rhythmic flow of the depth of the meaning.Suddenly, as if struck by an idea, Hazel stood up, h
As Diana slowly opened her eyes, she found herself in a quaint cottage, her surroundings adorned with thoughtful decorations."Umm..."Diana murmured, her head throbbing with a dull ache.With a sleepy gaze, she took in the unfamiliar yet charming setting.The seagulls' cry outside became more apparent, drawing her attention to the nearby sea. The waves crashed against the shore, visible from the cottage's windows. However, her awareness heightened as she noticed a man's dress laid out on the bed beside her.‘Where am I?’She wondered aloud, her disorientation growing.She touched her head, trying to make sense of the situation. Her eyes darted to her attire — shorts and a bra. A sudden realization struck her."What the hell? Who changed my dress?"Diana's voice carried a mix of confusion and concern. As she recalled the events leading up to her current state, the memory of being kidnapped flooded back.‘Last night, I was kidnapped.’She thought, her eyes widening in alarm.She scanne
Hazel's eyelids fluttered open slowly, consciousness seeping back into her. The familiar surroundings confirmed her location, and the hand firmly grasping her waist belonged to none other than Francisco.Last night, he had slept with her.Hazel took a moment to steady her breath, aware that her first task was to extricate herself from his lingering touch.She could feel his hot breath against her bare neck, a sensation that both intrigued and unnerved her.‘Hot, steady breath!’She observed quietly, the realization dawning on her.‘It seems as if his breaths are calculative.’The notion that Francisco's breaths were measured and purposeful stirred a peculiar blend of curiosity.She pressed her lips together, contemplating the implications of the intimate proximity.Determined to disentangle herself from his embrace, Hazel slowly moved his hand, mindful not to disturb his slumber. The way he held her suggested a protective embrace, as if fearing she might attempt to escape.Hazel ginge
Two officers, part of the team waiting for Hazel's critical message, were stationed in a room filled with the tension of anticipation. Four men, committed to the mission, were on standby for any information Hazel could provide.After nearly a month of waiting, they finally got a message.A sudden shout pierced the air."Rafael!"Startled, Rafael, who had been drinking coffee, rushed to the scene. Hope flickered in his eyes as he approached the officers."What is it?""Did she say anything?"Rafael inquired anxiously."Give me the earphones," he demanded, eager to hear any news from Hazel.But as the officer handed him the earphones, a somber revelation followed."But, Rafael, she disconnected it. We can not connect now."Rafael's expression shifted from hope to tension."Did she say something?”“Is she okay?"His questions hung in the air, the uncertainty of Hazel's situation weighing heavily on his mind.Rafael felt a surge of nervous energy coursing through him as he absorbed the li
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,