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
Hazel ascended to the second floor, her expression neutral, betraying no hint of the pivotal mission she carried on her shoulders. Despite her seemingly nonchalant demeanor, the weight of her duty pressed on her, urging her to navigate the intricate web of information and secrets that surrounded Francisco.As she strolled down the hallway, she approached Francisco's room, a calculated move that acknowledged the likelihood of being monitored. Hazel, aware of the surveillance apparatus that enveloped Francisco's world, maintained an air of casual observance.Her footsteps echoed faintly in the corridor as she proceeded to her own room. Hazel, mindful of her surroundings, moved with deliberate precision. A minute passed, and she emerged from her room, a calculated maneuver intended to convey a sense of normalcy.However, the path to Francisco's room proved inaccessible. The door remained locked, a testament to the fortress of privacy he maintained. Without Francisco's presence or the elu
The room buzzed with a faint, yellowish glow as a man, face obscured by shadows, stepped forward. He deftly removed a cloth covering a series of wooden boxes, revealing an array of concealed weaponry. Francisco approached the boxes, his eyes narrowing with a calculation.With a precision that hinted at a routine, the man used a grubber to unlock the wooden boxes.Francisco leaned in, his eyes scanning the weaponry with a practiced gaze. Among the arsenal, he spotted the familiar form of an AK47. Without hesitation, he reached for it, checking its mechanisms with a silent nod of approval."Boss, we've got more new arrivals," Liam's voice cut through the air as he pried open another box.The room revealed yet another cache of arms, each one meticulously chosen and stowed away for clandestine purposes.Francisco, now surrounded by the arsenal, assessed the new acquisitions with a discerning eye. He reached out to touch the cold metal, his mind calculating the strategic advantage each wea
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
"Hazel."Francisco gently guided her to sit beside him, closer than before. He didn’t wait for her response."Our baby will play like them, right?" His voice was soft, almost hopeful.Hazel remained silent.Then, suddenly, she felt a touch on her belly.She froze.Francisco's large palm traced over her stomach, slow and deliberate. Her heartbeat quickened."I wonder how much he or she has developed inside you," he murmured. His words echoed in her mind, stirring something deep within her.When Hazel first learned she was pregnant, her immediate thought was to end it. She didn’t want to carry the child of a man who had turned her life into a nightmare. A mafia king—a ruthless, heartless man.And yet… she couldn’t.Francisco was right. Their child would play one day.She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, and slowly raised her eyes.The moment she did, she met his gaze.Francisco was leaning in closer, watching her intently.A wave of discomfort washed over her. She didn’t wa
"Francisco..."Diana’s voice was weary. She no longer had the strength to argue. Max had tried and failed. Now, so had she.With a deep sigh, she murmured, "I really don’t know what to say to you."She looked at him, her expression filled with concern. "But I don’t want my brother to lose himself over someone else.""You’ve already made so many mistakes, Francisco."Francisco’s gaze remained cold. "Diana, no matter what happens, I will not leave her."His voice was firm, unwavering. "This is my world… and no one has the power to challenge me."Diana studied his face, searching for even a flicker of doubt. There was none.She sighed again, softer this time. "You don’t understand.""You’ve bound her to your dark world, Francisco. You’ve dragged her into danger. She can easily become prey to your enemies."Francisco arched a brow, his voice turning sharp. "Before that happens, I will destroy everything."Diana’s eyes widened in disbelief.Diana let out a weary sigh and nodded. "Actually,
Francisco and Hazel sat together at the dining table. The warm aroma of chicken soup filled the air as Francisco placed a bowl in front of her.Hazel picked up the spoon, staring at the soup for a moment. She didn’t feel like eating, but she knew Francisco wouldn't let her off so easily.“Just take a sip,” he said, watching her closely.She pressed her lips together, then hesitantly took the spoon to her mouth. The flavor was mild, not too spicy, just warm enough to be comforting. She took another spoonful, then another.Slowly, she finished the bowl.Francisco observed her, satisfied. He turned to Lily and said, “Help her get ready.”Hazel looked at him, brows slightly furrowed.“Are we going somewhere?” she asked.“Yes…” Francisco said, his tone unreadable. “We’re going to the hospital for a check-up.”Hazel blinked, processing his words. She said nothing, simply stood up and went upstairs to get ready.**A short while later, they were in the car, driving toward the hospital. The a
"Yes…"A heavy silence filled the air."Yes, you will be free."Francisco’s voice was firm, unwavering. His blue eyes held no warmth, only a cold determination.Hazel let out a bitter chuckle. "Liar!"Francisco didn’t flinch. Instead, he met her gaze and spoke again, his tone deadly serious."I promise you again…"Hazel’s fingers curled into fists."I will do whatever you ask."Her breath hitched."But—"Her eyes locked onto his, waiting, expecting."But you can’t push me away from you during these months."Francisco leaned closer, his voice almost pleading but still wrapped in authority."I want to be with you… and our child."Hazel inhaled sharply.She searched his face, trying to read beyond his words, beyond his promises.This man—who had taken everything from her—was still trying to claim more.Minutes passed.Francisco called her name again. "Hazel…"She finally exhaled and gave in. "Okay."Francisco shut his eyes for a moment, and then, suddenly, he pulled her into a tight embr
Hazel’s breathing grew ragged, her vision fading into darkness.The world around her blurred.Dizzy… too dizzy…Her body swayed.“Miss…?”“Miss Hazel, what’s wrong?”No response.Then—she collapsed.Lily’s eyes widened in horror. The guards stiffened, panic flashing across their faces.If something happened to Hazel, Francisco would not spare them.“Miss Hazel!” Lily cried, rushing forward, catching Hazel before she hit the ground.Her hands trembled as she patted Hazel’s cheeks, but there was no reaction.“Quickly! Take her to the room! I’ll call Miss Diana!” she ordered.One of the guards wasted no time. He lifted Hazel’s unconscious body into his arms and hurried toward the staircase.But just as he reached the first step—They all froze.A dark figure stood before the door.Francisco.A heavy silence fell over the room.Lily and the guards felt their hearts drop, their faces going pale.Behind Francisco stood Max, his expression unreadable.He had returned.From Italy.And now—he
"Please, let me go from here," Hazel pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation.Lily's face fell, her expression filled with concern.She shook her head and said softly, "Miss, please calm down.""It won’t be good for you."Hazel’s eyes narrowed as she looked up at Lily."What?" she asked, her voice rising."Why?""Let me go! Francisco isn’t even here!"Lily pressed her lips together, trying to find the right words. But before she could respond, Hazel’s breathing grew erratic.She started shaking her head violently, her emotions spiraling out of control."Miss, please," Lily whispered, reaching out to hold her.Hazel’s chest rose and fell rapidly."Let me go!" she screamed.Her hands trembled as she shoved Lily away from her with all her strength.Lily stumbled backward, her eyes widening in shock.Hazel’s heart pounded as she turned toward the door.Without thinking, she rushed forward, yanking the door open.Her pulse spiked when she saw two guards standing there, looking at her
Kevin Hilton, the former leader of the Snake Clan, was a man whose name commanded fear and respect. He was Francisco’s grandfather, a man who had built a legacy so powerful that no one dared to challenge his authority. His influence remained unshaken, his status immovable.As Francisco’s words echoed through the room, Kevin slowly turned back to face him. His expression remained unreadable, but his sharp eyes studied his grandson carefully.Francisco kept his gaze lowered, his hands clenched into fists.After a brief silence, he finally spoke. "And I want to spend my whole life with her."Kevin blinked slowly, fully turning toward Francisco this time. His presence was overwhelming, his voice firm and demanding."Is that so?" He arched a brow. "It seems you’ve already made up your mind."Francisco didn’t respond. He remained silent, his body tense.Kevin exhaled, his patience thinning. He could see that Francisco would not bend to his will, not this time. His voice grew colder, more co
"How are you, my dear?" Francisco said in a low tone.Hazel remained soundly asleep.Francisco gently traced his fingers over her head, his touch soft and lingering. Hazel shifted slightly, as if comforted by his presence.He kept his gaze on her for a few minutes before whispering, "Thank you."The Next MorningHazel woke up, blinking away sleep. She sat up on the bed and gazed out through the Thai glass doors leading to the balcony.Last night... I felt someone was here with me. Was it Francisco? She clenched her jaw. I know he messed up something—that's why he vanished.I don’t know when this will end. When will I be free from this monster?I hate him.I just hate him.One Month LaterIt had been a month, and Hazel felt restless. Her period was late, which made her uneasy.She finally asked Lily to call Diana.Now, Diana sat in front of her, her expression unreadable."I missed my period," Hazel murmured, her voice laced with irritation.She couldn't understand what was wrong with
"Then let me go," Hazel said firmly.Max’s expression remained stern, his eyes narrowing.She stepped closer, lowering her voice. "Francisco isn’t here. Just let me go. I promise I won’t cause any trouble for you or anyone else."Max arched an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced.Hazel’s gaze locked onto his, her heart pounding. For the last time, God, let my manipulation work, she prayed silently. But Max’s face remained impassive. Suddenly, he shoved her backward, his voice cold and sharp. "If you weren’t Francisco’s girl, I’d kill you right here and now.""Better if you cooperate with Francisco and stop thinking about escaping," he added, his tone dripping with finality.Hazel stood still for a moment, trying to steady herself. Her chest tightened as frustration surged through her. "I was just trying to save you and your friend from more trouble," she said, her voice laced with sarcasm. "But it seems you’re not interested."Her tone shifted, quieter but full of bitterness. "Fine, then. Le