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
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
"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