Francisco sat on the couch, indulging in a cigarette, the room permeated with the lingering scent of smoke.Hazel lay naked on the bed, her back turned toward him, vulnerable and exposed. The cold air from the AC chilled the room, causing Hazel to curl up on the bed, seeking warmth.As Francisco took the last drag of his cigarette, he extinguished it in the ashtray. Rising from the sofa, he approached the bed, his gaze fixed on Hazel's delicate form. Tenderly, he traced his fingers along her cold arms.The aftermath of her tears and the torment she endured left her unconscious.With a gentle touch, Francisco moved strands of her hair away from her forehead. Hazel's eyes were closed, still bearing the marks of her recent ordeal. Slowly, he began to untie the cloth covering her eyes, revealing closed eyelids beneath.Francisco's fingers delicately brushed against her closed eyelids, a momentary pause in the relentless storm. ‘I would not able to do it while looking at you so I tied you
Sitting beside Hazel, Diana gently spoke, "You need to eat something."Hazel's gaze remained averted, a silent protest against the reality she found herself trapped in.Diana turned to Lily, seeking a solution."Do you have any women's dresses here?" she inquired.Lily shook her head, indicating that there were none available."Master already ordered everything; it will come soon," Lily added."Then give me his shirt or anything," Diana requested.Lily nodded and left the room, leaving Diana alone with Hazel. Diana turned her attention to the silent figure on the bed, Hazel, who remained fixated on the ceiling.Diana offered a gentle plea, "If you don't eat, you can't get up."Yet, Hazel remained silent, a stoic presence in the aftermath of unspeakable violation."I just want to say, if you need to save yourself, you have to listen to Francisco," Diana continued, her voice tinged with an underlying urgency."He told me to feed you. So please eat something before he comes here."Hazel s
Following a disturbing encounter, Francisco lightly pushed Hazel's head, leading to a tense moment where their eyes met.Hazel, her grip on the blanket tightened, glared at Francisco with a raging intensity."Fuck you, bastard!" she spat out in defiance, her words filled with venom. Francisco, seemingly unfazed, chuckled at her outburst."Really?" he mused, finding amusement in her resistance.Kneeling on the bed, Francisco reached out to touch the blanket, taunting her."That means you don't have a problem with my warmth." In a swift motion, he snatched the blanket away from her, leaving Hazel exposed."Stop it!"Hazel shouted, her hands instinctively covering herself.Francisco seized her wrist and pulled her closer."I like to dress you up with my warmth, Hazel," he declared, a disturbing possessiveness coloring his words.Hazel's teary eyes met his, but within their depths, only hatred and rage for him simmered.Francisco, noticing Hazel's struggle, questioned the mark on her for
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
"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
"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