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
Francisco stood at a distance, hidden behind the lush foliage that bordered the garden. His eyes were fixed on Hazel, who moved gracefully within the glass house.As in the garden there were no cameras, so he could not see what she was doing.The sight of her pushing her hair behind her ear captured his attention, and a subtle smirk played on his lips.At that moment, Hazel embodied an unexpected allure, her presence magnetic even from afar. Francisco couldn't deny the intrigue she stirred within him.As he observed her from the shadows, Francisco contemplated the layers beneath Hazel's exterior. The light blue frock accentuated her form, adding softness to her silhouette. The glass house, with its warm glow, served as a backdrop to this clandestine spectacle.'Hazel!'‘How many times are you going to surprise me?’He mused inwardly, his thoughts a swirl of conflicting emotions. She had managed to surprise him once again.He slowly started walking and halted behind her.Francisco obse
"But, I will recognize him because he might be in the police force," she asserted with determination.A hint of skepticism flickered in Francisco's eyes as he questioned, "How do you know that?""Because he was so good at firing," Hazel explained, her certainty unwavering.Francisco, acknowledging her reasoning, slightly nodded. The pieces of the puzzle seemed to fall into place, and a thoughtful silence enveloped the room."What if he doesn't turn out to be in the police force?"Francisco probed further, observing the subtle shift in Hazel's expression.Her face, for a moment, betrayed a sense of disappointment, but she quickly composed herself. Taking a deep breath, she spoke, "I will still be grateful to him for the rest of my life."Curiosity guiding him, Francisco posed another question, "If you suddenly met him, what would you do?"A genuine smile brightened Hazel's face as she envisioned the possibility."I will be so happy. Because of him, I can see the world again. I will tre
Liam's presence interrupted the charged atmosphere between Francisco and Hazel, shifting the focus to the immediate matter at hand. He stepped ahead with a respectful smile, addressing Francisco."Yes, Master," Liam affirmed, his gaze briefly connecting with Hazel's as he acknowledged her presence.Liam tilted his head and asked, “Master, is this your new PA?”Francisco, casting a quick glance at Hazel, affirmed Liam's question about her role as his new PA."Yes," he replied succinctly.Liam's smile broadened as he offered a courteous comment, "I hope she is useful, Master."However, Francisco, seemingly uninterested in the pleasantries, placed his palm in his pocket and redirected the conversation, "Let's go."As they began to move, Hazel's expression remained stern, her keen eyes observing the dynamics between Francisco and Liam. In that brief interaction, she sensed the significance of Liam's role in Francisco's world. His status was more than that of a mere employee; he held impor