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Outside the Logan apartment, Rafael stood watchful, his keen eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of movement. His gaze lingered on the entrance, where he spotted Logan, who seemed to have deviated from his usual routine of heading to the office. Rafael's instincts told him that Mr. Logan had likely caught wind of something significant.However, Rafael knew that he couldn't approach Logan directly, not with Francisco's men stationed outside the apartment, keeping a vigilant watch. Despite the risks, Rafael remained determined to find a way to gather information and potentially confront Logan about Hazel's predicament.Meanwhile, Robert, Rafael's trusted ally, approached him with coffee mugs, a gesture of camaraderie amidst the tense atmosphere. "What are you thinking?" Robert inquired, his voice laced with concern.Rafael accepted the mug gratefully, taking a sip before responding. "I should go there," he stated firmly, his resolve unwavering despite the dangers lurking nearby.
His Deadly Obsession I came here to help
Logan's stern voice cut through the tension, demanding an answer. "Who are you?"Rafael felt the weight of Logan's suspicion bearing down on him. He searched for words to maintain his facade, but Logan's observation shattered his pretense."Your box has no sticker or logo of any company," Logan pointed out, his tone unyielding.With a heavy sigh, Rafael realized the charade was over. He reached up and removed his cap, along with the fake mustache, revealing his true identity. "Uncle!"As recognition dawned upon her, Doris's tone softened. "Rafael, it's you," she exclaimed, her eyes widening with realization.Sensing the need for privacy, Logan swiftly pulled the curtain shut, shielding them from prying eyes. With a sense of urgency, he turned to Rafael, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity. "Rafael, what is happening?" he demanded, his voice tinged with urgency."What happened to our daughter?" he asked, his voice trembling with emotion.Rafael said, "Uncle, it has a long stor
His Deadly Obsession Invite them
Amidst the pulsating lights and thumping beats of Xero's club, Andrew and James found themselves immersed in a world of decadence and debauchery. Surrounded by business associates and fellow revelers, they sought solace in the haze of alcohol and the rhythm of the dance floor. But for Andrew, the allure of the club was not in the pursuit of pleasure or camaraderie. Instead, it served as a sanctuary for his simmering anger, a place to release the pent-up frustrations that gnawed at his soul. With a swift motion, he downed his drink in one gulp, slamming the glass onto the table with a forceful clang. "I just wanted to dance with her," Andrew seethed, his voice laced with bitterness and resentment. "But he... he forgets who I am." His words hung heavy in the air, a raw expression of the betrayal and rejection that had fueled his anger. With a clenched jaw and furrowed brow, he unleashed his frustrations upon the unsuspecting table, a physical manifestation of his simmering rage. Mean
His Deadly Obsession Dad's message
In the hushed confines of Francisco's meeting room, the air hung heavy with tension as his phone vibrated incessantly, each buzz a silent intrusion on the proceedings. Despite the distraction, Francisco remained steadfast in his focus, his attention firmly fixed on the discussion at hand.But as the vibrations persisted, a ripple of unease spread among Francisco's assembled members, their eyes darting nervously from one to another. Sensing the growing discomfort, one member dared to speak up, his voice tentative amidst the palpable tension."Sir, I think someone is calling you," he ventured, his words a hesitant interruption in the midst of Francisco's discourse.Francisco's response was measured, his tone calm but tinged with a hint of impatience."So?" he replied, his gaze unwavering as he dismissed the interruption with a wave of his hand."It's my phone. I will receive it when I want."The member faltered under Francisco's gaze, unsure of how to proceed in the face of his boss's un
His Deadly Obsession Sir is waiting for you
After bidding farewell to her parents, Hazel and Francisco remained on the call, the atmosphere tinged with a subtle tension. Francisco's gaze lingered on Hazel, his finger tapping idly on the table as he awaited her next words.Taking a deep breath, Hazel met Francisco's gaze with a sense of resolve. "I am sorry. They ruined your valuable time," she offered, her voice tinged with regret.But Francisco's response was immediate and unwavering."It's nothing. As long as you are happy, I am happy," he reassured her.Hazel, however, seemed preoccupied, her mind racing with unspoken concerns. With a sudden burst of courage, she posed a question that caught Francisco off guard. "When will you come back home, tonight?" she inquired, her voice betraying a hint of uncertainty.Francisco's brow furrowed in confusion at the unexpected inquiry. Hazel's question was a departure from her usual demeanor, leaving him puzzled by the sudden shift in her behavior. "What?" he responded, his tone laced wi
His Deadly Obsession A gentle kiss
As the car glided through the streets, Francisco's gaze drifted out of the window, his thoughts lost in contemplation. Hazel mirrored his silence, the tension between them palpable in the confined space of the car.But it was Hazel who broke the uneasy silence, her voice a hesitant interruption in the quiet. "Lily and I could go, you should not need to come with me," she suggested, her words tinged with a hint of uncertainty.Francisco turned towards her, his expression softened by a sense of determination. "I don't want to leave you in another hand," he confessed, his gaze meeting hers with unwavering intensity.Hazel couldn't help but scoff at his response, her tone laced with mockery. "Why? Don't you trust your own people?" she teased, her words a playful jab at his protective instincts.But Francisco's smirk remained, his confidence unwavering as he explained, "I know my people won't betray me, but I just want to spend some more time with you," his words revealing a deeper long
His Deadly Obsession What happened to you, darling?
Hazel clung to Francisco's arm as they walked through the mall. He guided her with an ease that left her feeling both comforted and unnerved. Each time he suggested a dress or accessory, Hazel found herself nodding in agreement, accepting his choices without protest.It wasn't just because it was part of her plan; there was something else at play. The awkward tension he created in her mind left her feeling off-balance. Francisco's presence had been a constant distraction, his seductive nature and occasional vulgarity making it difficult for her to focus on anything else."Try this," Francisco said suddenly, handing her a dress. Hazel looked up at him, her eyes searching his for a moment before she took the garment and headed to the fitting room. She felt his gaze linger on her until she disappeared behind the door.Inside the trial room, Hazel took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. She changed into the dress. The fabric cooled against her skin.When she finally stepped
His Deadly Obsession I accept you
Hazel arched her brows in surprise."Did you leave me any room to plan something against you?" she retorted, trying to mask her anxiety with defiance.Francisco's eyes narrowed slightly, studying her with a penetrating gaze."I just wanted to thank you," Hazel continued, her voice trembling slightly, "for keeping my parents safe. You... you didn’t hurt them."Her lips quivered as she spoke, the vulnerability in her words clear.Francisco raised his eyebrows, a hint of skepticism in his expression. It seemed he didn’t entirely believe her.The room was elegantly decorated, with large bookshelves and ornate almirahs lining the walls. Hazel pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, trying to compose herself."Just think whatever you want," she said, her tone defiant yet shaky.She turned to twist the knob and leave the room, but paused, her back still facing Francisco. Her voice trembled as she spoke, "And one thing..."Francisco’s eyes remained fixed on her, waiting for her to continue.F
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The room fell silent again, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Dimitri, unbothered by Hazel’s sharp retort, simply smiled at her, his composure as smooth as the wine he swirled in his glass.“Ah, then it must be the sweetest regret for you,” Dimitri said, taking a sip of his drink. His voice carried a mocking lilt. “Just imagine—you’re sleeping with one of us every night.”Hazel’s expression hardened, her face a mask of controlled fury.Dimitri leaned back in his chair, sneering, “How helpless you are. Isn’t it fascinating?”The words struck a nerve, driving home the oppressive reality of her situation. Dimitri had skillfully highlighted her vulnerability, reminding her of the sheer powerlessness she felt among people who thrived on corruption and violence. Hazel could feel the weight of every eye on her, and the humiliation was almost unbearable.Without a word, she yanked her hand free from Francisco’s grip. Her voice was firm, yet laced with barely concealed frustration,
His Deadly Obsession Party (III)
Francisco didn’t react immediately. His sharp gaze fixed on Dimitri’s hand for a long moment, as if calculating every possible outcome of this exchange. Then, finally, he reached out and clasped Dimitri’s hand in his own. The handshake was firm, neither man willing to back down, their locked hands a silent battle of wills.“I am sorry for my unprofessional attitude,” Dimitri said smoothly, his tone carrying a hint of insincerity as their hands finally parted. His smirk never wavered."So, how are you?" Dimitri asked, his voice light, though his eyes glinted with something sharper. "How’s life been treating you all these years?"Francisco pressed his lips together briefly, raising his brows in acknowledgment before answering curtly. "It’s going well."Dimitri nodded, his smile remaining as he leaned forward slightly, folding his arms.“I see,” he said, his voice casual, though the room seemed to tighten around his words.“Yeah, normally it would be good. After all, you’ve been... killi
His Deadly Obsession Party (II)
They soon reached a secluded area where several high-ranking clan members were gathered around a grand table, each one deep in conversation. James, Lilith, and Ron—son of the Wolf Clan boss—sat among them, each turning their attention as Francisco and Hazel approached. The atmosphere here was different; there was a tension woven into the room’s decor and the careful way everyone held themselves. Conversations halted momentarily, eyes shifting toward them with mixed expressions.Francisco’s gaze swept over the group, searching. He noted familiar faces, but one key figure was missing.Dimitri!The room fell silent as Francisco and Hazel stepped into the circle. The clan members’ conversations came to an abrupt halt, their gazes shifting toward the pair.Francisco eased into a seat on the plush couch, pulling Hazel down beside him. His expression was calm, but Hazel could feel the undercurrent of tension in his movements.Lilith, seated nearby, took a sharp breath, her face hardening. He
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Without a word, Hazel opened the car door and slid inside, leaving the two men standing in a charged silence. Francisco took a slow step closer to Arthur, his gaze flicking to the car window where Hazel sat, her eyes cast elsewhere. Then he turned back to Arthur, his tone low and deliberate.“Arthur,” he said quietly, “I trust you’ll remember your boundaries.”The statement was calm, almost conversational, but laced with an unmistakable edge.Arthur swallowed, feeling the weight of Francisco’s gaze.“Boss, I…” He stammered, struggling to explain, though he knew words wouldn’t change what Francisco had seen.Francisco’s gaze sharpened.“I saw everything, Arthur. Now consider, what if it happens again next time, then?”His tone was laced with an unspoken warning, leaving no room for misinterpretation.Arthur’s throat went dry, and he forced himself to respond.“I… understand, sir. And if there’s any punishment…”He hesitated, glancing up briefly before returning his eyes to the ground.
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Francisco seemed to hesitate, just for a moment, before his face softened, and an almost imperceptible shift took place in his demeanor. He touched her cheek with his nose, slowly, gently.Then, he moved closer, pressing his lips against her skin in a slow, almost tender gesture.The moment was brief. As quickly as it began, Francisco released his grip, pulling away from her body. He stood there, staring down at her, his chest still rising and falling with quick breaths.Hazel took a steadying breath, shifting her gaze away from Francisco as she wrestled with the storm inside her. His words, his actions—everything about him sickened her, and she knew she could never forgive him. He had taken everything from her, shattering the life she once had. Now, she was nothing more than a prisoner in his world, bound by his relentless will.He wanted her to bear his child, to lock her in this prison forever. That, she vowed, would never happen. She would find a way, at any cost, to make sure she
His Deadly Obsession I am a devil
Francisco and Hazel were close, their breaths mingling in the quiet room. Hazel traced her fingers along his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin. She moved with confidence, leaning in to press her lips to his earlobe and then sliding her hands down to his abs, pushing his shirt aside. Francisco let her take the lead.Settling onto his lap, Hazel wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips pressing softly along his jaw and then his neck. She took her time, her fingers exploring his chest, tracing lines along his muscles as though savoring every detail. Francisco watched her, feeling his heart race as she kissed him, giving him a playful bite on his lower lip. She was in control, and he was okay with it.Francisco closed his eyes, exhaling a low sigh as she brushed her hand over his chest, her fingers teasing against his skin. He threaded his fingers through her hair, guiding her closer, a silent invitation for her to continue.She moved slowly, her kisses trailing down his chest as sh
His Deadly Obsession Did not resist
Francisco stood behind the sofa, watching Hazel as she lounged comfortably, legs stretched out to claim the entire space. Her silent message was clear—she wasn’t giving him any room, and she wasn’t going to make this easy.He took a slow, steadying breath. Hazel’s defiance was like a game to her, a dance of control and challenge, and while it was often silly, it sometimes gnawed at his patience.Without a word, he stepped around the sofa, his presence looming close, yet she didn’t so much as glance his way. Instead, her attention remained fixed on the TV, as if he were merely part of the scenery.With a firm but gentle grip, Francisco took hold of her legs, the unexpected touch finally drawing her gaze up to him. He didn’t hesitate, lowering himself onto the sofa and placing her legs across his lap, his fingers grazing over her skin, smooth and warm beneath his touch.Hazel took a deep breath, keeping it measured, as if not wanting to reveal any reaction. They sat in silence, the soft
His Deadly Obsession Hazel's moment (II)
“Are you having a meeting?” Hazel’s voice was light, feigning innocence as she tilted her head and looked at Francisco.Francisco’s grip on the edge of the laptop tightened, his knuckles whitening. His expression was steely, though he nodded curtly, lips pressed together. “Yes,” he replied, his tone clipped. “But I think it’s best I end it.”Hazel’s hand slipped over his, her fingers tracing gentle patterns as she let out a low, teasing laugh. “Oh, no need,” she murmured, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Leaning in, her lips barely an inch from his ear, she whispered, “We can pick up where we left off… after your meeting, honey.”Then, without warning, she brushed her lips across his jaw, lingering there before flicking her tongue against his neck in a swift, provocative gesture. Her breath was warm against his skin, leaving him stunned. She straightened, smiling at his speechless expression, and sauntered off without a backward glance.The meeting room on the laptop had fallen int
His Deadly Obsession Hazel's moment
“Let’s get this over with,” Lucas muttered, his hand resting on the gun beneath his jacket.Max scanned the area with a quick, calculating glance. His gaze lingered on the shadows stretching under the skeletal beams of the half-constructed building. He nodded to the men they’d brought along. “Time to make this quick. We’ve got another job lined up after this.”They climbed the stairs in silence, the distant hum of machinery barely muffling the echo of their footsteps. The building rose fifteen stories high, though most floors were little more than concrete and rebar. On the third floor, they found a dimly lit corner where a yellowish bulb cast a sickly glow over a makeshift table. Around it stood four men, their faces shadowed, expressions hidden. One man, however, sat in the center, his face partially obscured by the dark.Max and Lucas walked to the table. Max took the empty chair across from the man, settling in with a practiced ease, crossing one leg over the other. Lucas remaine
