The graveyard was filled with a somber assembly of police officers, each bearing the weight of grief for their fallen comrade, Ken. The loss of such a brave and skilled officer left a void that could never be filled.All present, including Robert, Adam, Freddie, and every police officer, except for Peter and the critically injured Rafael, gathered to bid farewell to their fallen companion.Ken's absence echoed through their ranks, a painful reminder of the dangers inherent in their line of duty.The identity of those responsible for this tragedy remained elusive, shrouded in shadows that seemed to deepen with every passing moment.The search for Hazel, a potential key to unraveling the chaos, proved futile as she had vanished from the church amid the chaos."Did you find any suspicious things around his house?" he inquired about Francisco, who he believed to be behind the orchestrated chaos.Adam's response was disheartening. "Still not. Also, on the wedding day, he had a party. He pl
At the expansive dining table, Hazel and Francisco sat at opposite ends, a tense silence lingering between them. The room echoed only with the clinking of cutlery against plates as they consumed their meals.Lily, the silent servant in this grand mansion, served them with a demeanor that hinted at her reluctance. Once done, she discreetly left them alone in the vastness of the dining room.Francisco's gaze lifted from his plate, fixing on Hazel. She wore a pink knee-length cocktail dress, a choice made by Francisco himself. His meticulous selection highlighted her perfect silhouette, the dress accentuating her curves.As Francisco observed her, his gaze descended, unsettlingly fixating on her cleavage. A deep breath escaped him, his focus locked on her form.Placing his hands on the table, he rested his chin upon them, intensifying his scrutiny. His eyes roved over Hazel's lips, fingers, and every subtle movement she made.Unexpectedly, Hazel lifted her gaze from her plate, confrontin
Hazel's frustration and defiance boiled within her as Francisco continued his callous actions. She confronted him, her eyes narrowed with intensity."If it is not the thing, then leave me or kill me," she challenged, her voice laced with a mixture of anger and desperation."I know you won’t leave me, so why don’t you kill me?""Then no one will be alive to say you killed us."Francisco, seemingly unfazed, continued changing his dress, displaying a blatant disregard for her words. Hazel, feeling the weight of her helplessness, moved forward on the bed."Shameless!" she hissed as she observed Francisco's dismissive actions."How could you be so disrespectful to your girlfriend?" Hazel spat out her words with contempt."Do you even love her?""Do you have a heart?"“Also whom I am saying all this, a criminal who killed a lot of people, doing all kind of illegal stuff.”Hazel tightened her teeth.Hazel's frustration intensified as Francisco, seemingly indifferent, continued to disregard h
The morning light filtered through the curtains as Hazel opened her eyes, finding herself alone in the vast bed. The rhythmic ticking of a nearby clock underscored the solitude.Francisco, an early riser, was already up.As Hazel contemplated her predicament, her hand instinctively reached for her forehead. She pondered the choices ahead, realizing that the precipice she stood upon offered no escape. Determination ignited within her; she vowed to do whatever it took to earn Francisco's trust.Abruptly, the washroom door creaked open, and Hazel's gaze shifted towards the source of the sound. There stood Francisco, his wet hair tousled and unruly as he vigorously rubbed it with a towel. Droplets of water meandered down his sharp jaw line, highlighting the contours of his face.A peculiar sense of shame crept over Hazel as she begrudgingly acknowledged the arresting handsomeness of the criminal before her.The wet strands of Francisco's hair grazed his forehead, and the water-kissed skin
The tension between Hazel and Francisco escalates as they arrive at the airport. The driver, sensing the brewing conflict, discreetly left them alone.Hazel, seemingly unaware of the brewing storm, innocently asked, "What happened?”“Won't we go?"Francisco, unimpressed with her dress, took off his coat and handed it to her, instructing, "Put it on."Hazel, wearing a stubborn expression, asked, "Why?"Francisco's stern look accompanied his reply, "Because I don't like it."Her defiance flared as she crossed her arms. "Oh, you don't like it?”“Then why did you choose this dress?""I found it in the closet.”"I'll wear it, and I have the right to do so."Hazel, determined to assert herself, reached for the car door, intending to proceed. However, Francisco swiftly intervened, grabbing her wrist and pulling her close."Only I can see, and you only have the right to show me, no one else," he declared possessively.Hazel, not one to back down, retorted, "Leave my hand! I will do whatever I
The car came to a stop in front of a mall, and Hazel gracefully stepped out. Her bodyguard, the one Francisco hired for her, remained dutifully by her side. Hazel took a moment to look around, the wheels in her mind turning.'I need to run away from here.''I don’t have my passport or anything. Francisco took everything from me.'As they started walking, Hazel abruptly halted in front of a dazzling diamond shop. A spark of mischief gleamed in her eyes as she declared, "I want to buy diamonds.""No problem, ma’am. Boss gave a card for you," her bodyguard replied.Hazel arched her eyebrows, feigning surprise, and asked, "I see."She tilted her head and added, "What is your name?""You can call me Arthur."A slight smile played on Hazel's lips as she said, "Arthur, you should be a model."Hazel's comment caught Arthur off guard, and he blushed slightly. He wasn't accustomed to compliments, especially not from the likes of Hazel.Arthur quickly lowered his gaze, attempting to change the t
"Arthur!"Hazel's voice echoed through the room, her gasps for air punctuating the tense atmosphere.With a swift motion, Arthur ended the call and turned his attention to the staff member.“What are you doing, Mr.? What is this behavior?” the staff member exclaimed, shock and annoyance evident in her tone.Arthur remained unfazed by her words, his focus solely on Hazel, whose face had turned pale with apprehension.In a moment of panic, Hazel feared that Arthur's actions were directed towards punishing the innocent staff member for her involvement.Struggling to articulate her thoughts, Hazel attempted to interject, but Arthur spoke before she could utter a word."I did not expect it from you, Ms.," he stated, disappointment evident in his tone as he directed his gaze towards the bewildered staff member."Would you come with me? I have something to talk to you."The staff member, caught between confusion and apprehension, glanced between Hazel and Arthur before nodding lightly, agree
As Francisco indulged in a much-needed shower, the tranquility of the hotel room was shattered by the arrival of room service bearing dinner. A man entered carrying the meal, followed closely by another with two bottles of champagne in hand.Hazel's patience wore thin as she took a deep breath, her eyes rolling in exasperation at the intrusion. The men placed the food and drinks on the table before her, offering courteous nods as they curtsied in her direction."Have a nice time, Ms.," one of them offered, their voices polite but their presence unwelcome in Hazel's eyes.But their attempt at hospitality took a turn when one of the men spoke up, voicing concern about the flavors of champagne they had brought."But as Sir did not tell us which flavor he likes, so we served two flavors," he explained, his words causing Hazel's eyes to narrow in suspicion.Maintaining a casual demeanor, Hazel replied, "It’s okay. I also don’t know his flavor. When he comes, I will tell him, he will inform