Hazel had been anxiously waiting for Francisco, her nerves fraying with each passing hour. She had dozed off in the chair on the balcony, lulled by the night’s quiet, but the sudden roar of a car engine startled her awake. Groggy and disoriented, she struggled to piece together how long she had been asleep. The moon had shifted significantly in the sky, indicating she had been out for hours.Peering over the balcony, she saw Francisco’s car glide into the driveway. Relief mixed with dread as she quickly stood up and hurried inside the room. As she exited the chamber, she caught sight of Francisco ascending the stairs, his eyes locking onto hers. A faint smile curled on his lips, though it didn’t reach his eyes.“You’re still awake, my queen?” Francisco’s voice was gentle, almost affectionate, as he extended his hand toward her.Hazel placed her hand in his, feeling the warmth of his palm, but something in his touch felt different—cold, distant."You told me you had a surprise for me,"
Hazel’s eyes fluttered open, and she found Francisco lying beside her, his arms wrapped around her hands. She lay still for a moment, lost in thoughts about the previous night. Her mind replayed the unusual tenderness and the troubling bloodstains on his shirt.What happened to him last night? Hazel wondered, her concern mingling with confusion. He behaved so strangely.She shifted her thoughts to her own pressing issue: her parents. How can I find out about them? The realization that she needed information but had no clear way to get it weighed heavily on her.Francisco’s grip on her hand tightened as she began to move. Hazel took a deep breath and carefully untangled herself from his embrace. As she eased her feet onto the floor, she tried to be as quiet as possible, but just as she was about to stand up, Francisco stirred and spoke.“Why do you always leave me like a thief?” he asked, his voice laced with a chuckle.Startled, Hazel turned back to him, her expression a mix of confus
Hazel did as Lily instructed, walking slowly to her room, a growing sense of unease gnawing at her. The silence of the house felt stifling, and she couldn't shake the feeling that something was being hidden from her. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a car horn outside, signaling Francisco’s return. She hesitated for a moment before stepping out of the room, hoping to get some answers.As she descended the stairs, Hazel saw Max waiting at the bottom. He looked up and said, “Ms. Hazel, come to the library.”Hazel followed Max, her footsteps echoing through the empty halls. When she entered the library, she spotted Francisco flipping through the pages of a book. He looked up with a faint smile as they approached.“Sorry for the delay,” Francisco said, closing the book and setting it aside.“I had to handle some urgent work.”Hazel’s relief was tempered by lingering concern.“Are we staying here?” she asked, trying to sound casual.“Yes, but I thought it would be best to brin
Francisco’s eyes narrowed as he observed Hazel’s fury and desperation.He moved closer, grabbing her arms firmly as she struggled to break free.“Kill?” Francisco’s tone was icy. “How could you say that?”Hazel’s eyes, filled with tears and defiance, refused to meet his. Her mind was racing, trying to reconcile the brutal reality before her with the love she had once tried to convince herself she felt.“I did not kill them, honey,” Francisco said, forcing Hazel to look up at him. His grip was unyielding, and his expression was one of cruel amusement. He seemed to relish her distress.Hazel, however, was not in the mood for his games. She wrenched herself away from his grasp, her voice breaking into a shout. “Ah...!”Francisco’s smile faded as Hazel’s anger reached a boiling point. “Shut the fuck up,” she snapped, her voice hoarse and filled with rage. “Just tell me where they are! What have you done to them?”Her words cut through the dimly lit room with a raw intensity. Francisco’s e
Francisco clutched Hazel tightly as her body went limp, her sudden collapse shocking him more than he let on. Her fragile frame fit perfectly into his arms, her face pale, lips slightly parted as if caught between a breath. His heart raced, but he forced himself to breathe deeply, to stay calm. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against her forehead, a gesture of tenderness that contradicted the dark turmoil within him."Why don’t you understand, Hazel?" His voice was low, almost a whisper, as he held her close. The warmth of her skin against his made his chest tighten."I told you not to betray me, honey."He stared down at her, unconscious and vulnerable, and something inside him wavered. He hadn't anticipated that her deception would cut this deep.His hand trembled slightly as he brushed a strand of hair from her face."But you pretended with me," he continued, his voice breaking ever so slightly. "I didn’t even think it was all your acting, Hazel. It seemed so real."His gaze
"I spent the whole day torturing that bastard. My mind was consumed with rage, with betrayal."Francisco’s hand reached out, brushing against Hazel’s arm, but she didn’t react."And then I thought… what better way to show him than to love you in front of his eyes? To show him how much you enjoy our intimate moments together."Hazel's lips trembled, the reality of what Francisco had done crashing over her. Rafael had seen everything, and the thought made her feel exposed, vulnerable in a way she had never felt before. How could she ever face him again?"But…" Francisco hesitated, his voice faltering for the first time."But, I couldn’t. I didn’t want anyone to see my angel’s beautiful body, to hear your moans. Those are only for me." His words were possessive, a twisted form of affection. "That bastard only saw us kiss. Nothing more."Hazel took a deep breath, her mind reeling. The room felt like it was closing in on her, the weight of Francisco’s actions pressing down on her chest. Sh
Hazel’s eyes darted to a glass window on the side of the room. Through it, she could see the room where Francisco, and she were intimated, the memory of that night flooding back with sickening clarity. She pressed her lips together, trying to keep herself from breaking down. Her voice trembled as she called out, “Rafael…”A low groan escaped Rafael's lips as he lifted his head slowly, the movement pained and sluggish. His face was a mess of bruises, one eye swollen shut and darkened. But it was his hands that drew Hazel’s attention — one of his fingers had been cruelly severed, leaving a gruesome reminder of Francisco’s brutality. Hazel's breath caught in her throat, and she felt her stomach twist as their eyes met. The storm inside her raged, tearing her apart with guilt, fear, and a deep, aching sorrow. She hadn’t imagined it would ever come to this, not to Rafael, not like this. She quickly lowered her gaze, unable to bear the sight of him, unable to stop the tears that were wellin
Hazel felt Francisco’s grip tighten, the tension in the air growing thicker by the second. She knew how dangerous his rage could be. If she didn’t do this right, Rafael’s life would be in even greater danger. Francisco wouldn’t hesitate to kill him.“It’s the truth,” she forced herself to say, her voice cold and distant, even as it tore her apart inside.“No,” Rafael cried, shaking his head as tears streamed down his bruised face. “Don’t think about me, Hazel. I know you love me. You’re doing this to save me, I know it.”Francisco’s mouth opened, ready to spew something cruel, but Hazel quickly cut him off. “Rafael!” she said sharply, drawing both their attention back to her.“I love him, only him,” she continued, her voice steady despite the agony in her chest. “We had some good memories, you and I. But now, Francisco is everything to me. Please… try to understand. I don’t want to go with you guys.”Each word was like a knife in her heart, but she had to make Rafael believe it. It w