Francisco, after taking a deep breath, loosened his hands and took deliberate steps toward Hazel. His tone, laced with allure, cut through the charged air as he confronted her, "How dare you talk about a resignation letter?"Hazel, her exhalation heavy with the weight of the moment, found herself ensnared in Francisco's alluring gaze. She hesitated for a moment, then spoke, "Mr. Francisco, I... I am afraid of rumors. It will affect our image. I hope you can understand what I am trying to say."Clutching the edge of her nightie, Hazel tried to articulate the concerns that fueled her defiance. Francisco's eyes remained locked on hers.Hazel!I remember that night, and I know it was you.However, before Francisco could delve further into his thoughts, Hazel's pragmatic words cut through the moment."Can you open the door?"Francisco, after listening to Hazel's concerns about rumors, chose to maintain a stoic silence.A decisive clap from Francisco, almost theatrical, saw the door yieldin
Francisco's lips curled into a small smile, and he began to tap his fingers lightly on the table. His eyes fixed on Hazel, he remarked, "You look beautiful in blue."Hazel, in contrast, swallowed her food and pressed her lips together. It was evident she was growing weary of Francisco's conversation, and her primary desire was to leave the situation."Thank you, sir, but I don't like blue," she replied, her tone indicating a lack of enthusiasm."Why?"Francisco inquired, tilting his head with a genuine interest to know more about her preferences."Because I feel like blue is not for me.” Hazel explained, her response indicating a personal aversion to the color.Francisco took a deep breath, absorbing her words."So, you hate blue."Hazel nodded in agreement, confirming her dislike for the color.Francisco, with a hint of amusement, raised his eyebrows slowly and added, "So you also hate my eye color."The remark was delivered with a teasing tone, revealing a playful side to Francisco
In the office, Hazel tried her best to avoid any contact with Francisco, determined to maintain a professional distance. Francisco, keenly aware of her efforts, chose not to comment, allowing a silent understanding to settle between them.As the day progressed and evening approached, Hazel observed Francisco leaving his office earlier than usual. Hazel focused on organizing files within the cabin, ensuring everything was in order before leaving. When the clock signaled the end of the workday, she swiftly gathered her belongings and made her way towards the exit.Standing outside the office building, Hazel intended to hail a taxi for her commute home. However, her plans took an unexpected turn when she noticed Francisco's car pulling up in front of her. The guard promptly opened the gate, and there sat Francisco in the driver's seat, seemingly lost in thought.Summoning her courage, Hazel approached the car and leaned in, addressing him politely, "Mr. Francisco!"He turned his gaze tow
The elevator door swung open, and Francisco sprinted out, brandishing his gun. His urgency was palpable as he halted in front of the door to Hazel's apartment. Without a moment's hesitation, he aimed at the knob and fired, the gunshot echoing through the corridor. With a forceful kick, he flung the door wide open.Amid the chaos, Hazel's distressed voice reached Francisco's ears.She was pleading, "Leave me."Driven by the need to protect her, Francisco charged toward her bedroom. With determination in his eyes, he flung open the door, pointing his gun at the masked intruder. Hazel was beneath that man. However, in an unexpected turn of events, Hazel pushed that man aside and rushed towards him."Mr. Francisco!"Caught off guard by Hazel's sudden intervention, Francisco's instincts momentarily wavered. He redirected his gun away from the intruder, hesitating in his pursuit. This momentary lapse marked a crucial mistake in Francisco's typically composed and calculated approach.In the
Francisco's steady stride towards the mansion drew the attention of the household staff. The sight of the bloodstain on his shirt elicited concern, and their worried inquiries rang out."Master, you are bleeding?""We need to call Ms. Diana."However, Francisco, with a gesture of his hand, dismissed the suggestion. "It's okay now.""Did she not come home?""No, master.""Where is Max?""He has not returned home yet."A sense of tension lingered in the air as the household awaited their master's next move. Francisco, seemingly unperturbed, took a deep breath and proceeded towards the staircase. However, his solitude was interrupted by the sudden appearance of Emily, who had materialized on the second floor.Emily's arched brows showed her concern as she spotted the bloodstain on Francisco's shirt. With a worried expression, she dashed towards him, inquiring urgently, "Francisco, what happened to you? Who hurt you?"Francisco's dismissal of Emily was as cold as the air that hung heavy i
As Emily arched her back with pleasure, she couldn't help but touch her own bosom while gazing up at the ceiling. Her thoughts were a conflicting blend of desire, fear, and a longing for validation.My whole, I want to dedicate to you.Just forgive if I go against this time.Yes, I am afraid.I am afraid of her. I am afraid of your PA.As Emily continued to lose herself in the act, the fear of competition with Hazel became more palpable.With these thoughts swirling in her mind, Emily intensified her movements, jumping faster and deeper. Leaning over Francisco, she called his name with a gasp, "Francisco!"Francisco, who had kept his eyes closed, finally opened them to witness her in the throes of passion. Giving him a seductive look, Emily expressed, "I want to let you feel good, love."In response, Francisco, who had been silent until then, finally spoke, questioning Emily's ability."Can you do that?” “Do you have the power to do it?"However, his mind was consumed by thoughts of
Rafael, still tense and uneasy, listened to Sheriff Alex's words."Rafael, trust her. She is highly skilled, and she has successfully navigated through numerous dangerous cases before," Mr. Alex asserted with confidence.His words were an attempt to instill trust in Rafael's mind, to persuade him that they were putting their faith in someone capable."But, Mr. Alex!" Rafael began, his worry obvious, but the sheriff anticipated his concerns and intervened."I understand your concerns, Rafael. However, you have to believe that she is more than capable of managing this situation. Trust in her intelligence and experience.”Rafael took a deep breath, he knew that there was no turning back from the path they had chosen, and waiting was now the only option."Boy!"Sheriff Alex placed a comforting hand on Rafael's shoulder, attempting to console him."This is a top-secret mission, and we can't rush in, accusing them outright. It has the involvement of influential businessmen and individuals
"The thing is, I don’t like that person whom Diana is hanging around," Max admitted with a deep breath, a hint of unease in his voice.Francisco, sensing the weight of Max's unspoken concerns, studied his friend's face. However, Max seemed hesitant, unable to articulate the full truth. He pressed his lips together, avoiding eye contact by looking around the room, a clear sign of his nervousness.Francisco, though slightly puzzled, maintained his composure. He offered a reassuring smile and placed a hand on Max's shoulder."Then force her to the mansion."Max's gaze met Francisco's, but his response wasn't as immediate as expected. He exhaled slightly, a weariness apparent in his expression.He could force her, indeed. The authority to do so was well within his grasp. But at that moment, Max yearned for more than just control; he desired a respite, a break from the relentless responsibilities that had been pressing down on him.He entertained the idea of taking a week off, a brief esc
“Will you be able to handle everything?” Francisco asked, his voice low as he and Max walked through the quiet garden under the night sky.“Do I have any other option?” Max replied, glancing at him.They both fell silent for a moment, only the sound of their footsteps on the gravel breaking the stillness.“So, you’ve really decided to go through with this?” Max asked, sensing something heavy on Francisco’s mind.“Yes,” Francisco replied, exhaling a puff of smoke into the cool air.“I have to do whatever it takes to protect her... and the child.”Max looked at him with concern.“Francisco, I don’t know… is it really worth it? All of this?”Francisco took a deep breath, then threw the cigarette to the ground, crushing it beneath his shoe.“Max,” he said firmly, “for me, she is everything.""And soon, she’ll give me the best gift I could ever have.”Max looked around the still garden, the silence pressing in.“I’ll pray for you,” he muttered, then let out a soft laugh.“Pray? When we’re
James took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and muttered, “Yeah, everything I do irritates you, but when it comes to Francisco—everything he does is just perfect, right?”Lilith narrowed her eyes, her patience clearly thinning.“James, just shut up.”He smirked, not bothering to hide the satisfaction in her irritation. “Fine, I’ll stop. But let’s not forget—you lost him too.”Lilith’s expression darkened. Her jaw clenched, and for a moment, it looked like she might speak, but she chose silence. Her cold stare said enough.Dimitri let out an audible sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Alright, enough. Let’s stay on topic.”Andrew leaned forward, glancing around the table. “We all know this won’t be easy. Francisco may be reckless, but he’s done a lot—things that kept the balance. We need to decide—do we support this internal power shift, or not?”Dimitri raised a brow and turned to Michele, Kai’s son. “Speaking of balance, Michele... I heard about the recent attack on Francisco.”Mic
The next morning, when Hazel woke up, something felt different. She looked around the room, her brows knitting together in confusion. The walls, once cast in shadows and a cold ambiance, now glowed with soft, natural light. The curtains were lighter, fresh flowers adorned the corners, and the overall atmosphere felt warm—inviting.No longer did the room feel like a prison.Hazel propped herself up on one elbow. “What is this…?”Just then, Lily entered with a bright smile and a large bouquet of fresh flowers in her arms. “Good morning, ma’am.”Hazel blinked in surprise. “Good morning… but what’s going on?”“Sir instructed us to redecorate the room,” Lily replied, arranging the flowers in a vase by the window. “He said it should feel brighter for you.”Hazel raised an eyebrow. “Why?”Lily smiled softly. “Because the doctor said it would help improve your mood.”Hazel pressed her lips into a thin line and said nothing. She simply stood and made her way to the washroom. After freshen
Enemies surrounded Francisco from all sides. He had built his empire on blood, and now the ghosts of his past were closing in.On him.On her.On their unborn child.Hazel studied him for a moment longer before shifting her gaze back to the book in her lap.Francisco’s voice cut through the silence."I didn’t mean to shock you."Hazel didn’t look up. Her tone was flat."It’s nothing new for me."Francisco clasped his palms together, his fingers pressing against each other in thought. He wanted to keep talking to her, to break through the walls she had built around herself, but Hazel was determined to end the conversation before it even began.He blinked slowly, exhaling through his nose.As he watched her, something stirred inside him—an overwhelming craving. He wanted to pull her into his arms, to hold her close, to feel the warmth of her body against his.He had heard that pregnant women experienced mood swings, that they craved more affection even as they pushed people away.Was th
“So the deal is more important to you than your child?” Arthur asked, his voice gentle yet firm.Hazel fell silent.Her heart pounded faster, but she forced herself to ignore it.Then, Arthur spoke again.“Will you really be able to live without your child, ma’am?”Hazel’s fingers tightened around the book she was holding. She had only been thinking about her freedom, about escaping the monster who had taken everything from her. But she hadn’t once stopped considering the child.Would she really leave her baby with him?Would the child grow up to be like Francisco—a ruthless mafia king?A deep frown creased Hazel’s forehead.No. She didn’t want to think about that. That wasn’t her concern.She was only supposed to care about herself.That was the plan.That was the deal.That was it.Taking a deep breath, she spoke, her voice steady but cold.“Arthur.”Arthur’s eyes remained on her, waiting.“Do you know your boss is monitoring me?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. “Every second.
Francisco and Hazel arrived at the mansion after the dangerous chaos. The ride had been silent, but the weight of what had happened lingered between them like an unspoken storm.Hazel’s face was gloomy, her expression distant. She wasn’t naive—she knew this was only the beginning.There would be more.More blood. More danger.More reasons to fear for the life growing inside her.Her hand instinctively rested on her belly.At first, she didn’t care much about the child. The idea of carrying Francisco’s baby had been unbearable. But now, an unfamiliar feeling twisted inside her—something more than just obligation. A strange, indefinable bond.Francisco, watching her closely, noticed the way her fingers pressed lightly against her stomach. He didn’t say anything, but he understood.She was shaken.She hadn’t expected an attack so soon.He clenched his jaw. From now on, he had to be more careful.Whatever he had been before—ruthless, reckless, untouchable—it didn’t matter anymore. Now, he
Francisco glanced at his bodyguard, his tone sharp and commanding.“Take her from here. I’ll handle this.”The bodyguard hesitated, his grip tightening on his weapon.“Boss, it’s too risky. How can I leave you alone?”Francisco’s gaze snapped at him, cold and unwavering.“Do you need me to shoot you right now?”That was enough.The bodyguard stiffened, lowering his head in obedience.“Understood.”He turned toward Hazel.“Ma’am.”But Hazel wasn’t moving.Her eyes were locked on Francisco as he fired at the advancing enemies, drawing their attention toward himself.Each shot echoed with deadly precision, but Hazel saw it clearly—he was outnumbered, and he was bleeding.Still, he didn’t hesitate.Didn’t falter.The bodyguard reached for her arm, his grip firm, almost forceful.“We need to move.”Hazel barely registered his words. She was staring at Francisco, unwilling to leave.As they shifted to retreat, a sudden bullet shattered the glass near them with a sharp crack.Hazel ducked in
Max’s phone rang as he worked through a stack of files. Without thinking, he glanced at the screen.Diana.He hesitated, a flicker of agitation crossing his face. For a moment, he considered ignoring it.But he couldn’t.With a sigh, he answered."Yes?"There was silence at the other end. Then, after a brief pause, Diana’s voice came through, quieter than usual."Francisco came here.""I know," Max replied flatly, his tone robotic.Diana took a deep breath, trying to steady herself."Max… I’m not feeling good about this. Francisco… he’s messing everything up. I don’t know what to do."Max slowly set the file down, his jaw tightening. He knew exactly what she meant.But he also knew there was no turning Francisco back now.A faint, bitter smile tugged at the corner of his lips.Sarcastic.Resigned.Francisco loved Hazel so much. So much that, if anyone stood in his way, Francisco wouldn’t hesitate to ruin everything.And the dangerous part? People wanted that kind of devotion."Diana,"
"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 wan