Rafael remained steadfast, his eyes searching hers for a connection that Hazel couldn't comprehend."I can't be!" he exclaimed, the frustration evident in his voice.With a touch both tender and possessive, Rafael lightly touched Hazel's lips. She lowered her gaze, her mind grappling with the complexities of the situation. She gently held his palm, a mixture of fear and uncertainty etched across her face.Then suddenly Rafael stumbled backward, disoriented from the sudden push. Confusion and frustration etched across his face as he tried to regain his balance.Meanwhile, just a few minutes ago, in the adjacent room, the confrontation between Francisco and Emily unfolded.Francisco had pushed Emily onto the bed, his face displaying irritation."What was that?" he demanded, his tone sharp. Emily, in her intoxicated state, struggled to sit up but failed."Francisco, did you really make her yours?" Emily slurred, a drunken chuckle escaping her lips. Francisco's gaze remained stern, his ex
Rafael's gaze bore into Peter's, a silent exchange passing between them before Rafael finally broke the tension with a question that caught Peter off guard, "Where is Robert?"Peter's curiosity piqued by Rafael's sudden inquiry, he couldn't help but respond with a question of his own, "Why are you asking about him suddenly?"Rafael's measured nod was met with a lingering gaze, a silent conversation playing out between them. Then, finally, Rafael spoke again, his words carrying a weight of significance, "Did he leave to save her parents?"The question hung in the air, a moment of profound realization sweeping through the group. It was as if the pieces of a complex puzzle were finally clicking into place, revealing a clearer picture of the events that had transpired.Stunned into silence, the others exchanged glances, understanding dawning upon them. They realized that the truth they had been seeking had been lurking beneath the surface all along.Meanwhile, on the other side of the sto
Hazel walked the pristine corridors of the mansion, the remnants of last night's party erased by the meticulous care of Francisco. His penchant for cleanliness was evident in every corner of their home, a reflection of his desire for order and control.As she walked, a faint sound caught her attention, the muffled cries of someone in distress. Hazel's curiosity piqued, she followed the sound until she reached a closed door. Without hesitation, she pushed it open, revealing a scene that sent a chill down her spine.Inside the room, Lily's voice pierced the silence, her words laced with a sense of urgency."It's an order from him," she repeated, her tone hushed yet tinged with apprehension."And he does not want to meet you because he is at an important meeting."Hazel's brows furrowed in confusion as she listened, her instincts telling her that something was amiss. Then, she heard Emily's voice, her cries echoing in the room like a haunting refrain."How could he say that?" Emily's wor
Max could sense the danger looming on the horizon, but Francisco was blind to it, lost in the depths of his infatuation. He was willing to risk it all for a chance at love, even if it meant gambling on his own life and fate.Francisco remained silent, his thoughts consumed by the intoxicating allure of Hazel. He knew the risks, understood the consequences, but he was willing to defy fate itself for a chance at happiness.For the first time in his life, Francisco was in love, and he wanted Hazel with an intensity that bordered on obsession. He was willing to stake everything on her, even if it meant risking his own destruction.In the game of love, Francisco knew that he was playing with fire. But he was willing to embrace the flames, to dance with danger, if it meant holding Hazel in his arms for even a moment longer.The elevator doors slid open, revealing Francisco's figure as he stepped out into the corridor, his mind consumed by thoughts of Hazel. Max followed closely behind, his
"How could you tell me to kill your own child?" she demanded, her voice trembling with emotion.But Francisco's response was cold and calculated, his grip on her hair loosening as he sought to explain himself. "Actually, it's not the child itself," he began, his tone almost clinical in its detachment. "The thing is, the child should be in Hazel's body."Emily recoiled in horror at Francisco's words, her disgust plain on her face. "Are you really a normal man?" she questioned, her disbelief evident in her tone.But Francisco offered no response to her query, his silence a damning confirmation of the depths to which he was willing to sink in pursuit of his own desires.Emily's resolve solidified in the face of Francisco's cold indifference. "I will not abort this child, and I will see how that bitch can carry your child," she declared defiantly, her anger simmering just beneath the surface.Her words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of her determination to defy Francisco's call
Emily watched with a mixture of disdain and apprehension as Hazel and Lily entered the café, their bodyguards stationed outside. Her lips curled into a mocking smirk at the sight of their ostentatious arrangements.As Hazel settled into the seat across from her, Emily's expression remained cool and calculated."I had never been treated like that. He had never treated me in this way," she remarked, her tone dripping with bitterness and resentment.Hazel, undeterred by Emily's sarcasm, calmly removed her sunglasses, revealing eyes that held a steely resolve."Ms. Emily, then I will tell you were lucky," she retorted, her voice tinged with a hint of superiority.Emily's smirk faltered momentarily, replaced by a look of defiance."Lucky?" she scoffed, her tone laced with skepticism.Hazel leaned forward, her gaze unwavering."Because I am the one who was dying for his attention," Emily declared, her words cutting through the tension like a knife.Hazel's disbelief turned into a mixture of
Lily stood in the hospital corridor, her heart heavy with the weight of the news she was about to deliver. With trembling fingers, she dialed Francisco's number, her mind racing with apprehension. As the call connected, she wasted no time in getting to the point.Hazel sat nearby, her own expression tense with worry."Master, we have a problem," Lily said as Francisco answered the call.Francisco's brows furrowed in concern at the seriousness of Lily's tone. "What happened?""Why didn't you pick up my call earlier?"Taking a deep breath, Lily explained the situation."Ms. Emily had an accident," she said, her voice trembling slightly."And Ms. Hazel was with her?"Francisco's brows furrowed in alarm.How could Lily have known about the accident involving Emily, and the fact that Hazel was with her only added to his bewilderment."What?" Francisco exclaimed, his voice laced with disbelief. "How could she be with her?"As Lily recounted the events leading up to the accident, Francisco's
As Francisco and Hazel returned to the confines of the mansion, tension crackled in the air like electricity. Hazel wrenched her hand free from Francisco's tight grasp, her expression wrought with a mixture of defiance and frustration. Francisco's gaze remained stern, his features hardened with resolve as he watched her closely.Hazel pressed her lips together, a gesture of inner turmoil as she touched her throbbing head. Regret washed over her in waves as she grappled with the weight of her own actions."She asked for my help, she wanted to save her child but…" Hazel's thoughts trailed off, her eyes squeezing shut in a pained expression of remorse."You..." Hazel's voice broke the heavy silence, her words tinged with accusation as she turned to face Francisco."How could you kill your child?" she demanded, her tone laced with anger and disbelief. She refused to meet his gaze, her eyes fixed on some distant point as if unable to bear the truth that lay before her.Francisco's response