The principal's brows arched in surprise as he spotted Freddie, gun in hand, pointing it at Liam. The unexpected turn of events prompted the principal to question Freddie's actions."What are you doing?" the principal uttered, his voice tinged with both surprise and concern.Freddie, unwavering, answered without shifting his gaze from Liam's back, "We need to talk to him. Please move aside."As Liam turned back, locking eyes with Freddie, the tension in the air became palpable. The exchange of glances spoke volumes, each party assessing the other's motives and intentions."What is it, sir?" Liam inquired, adopting an air of innocence. "Who is he? Is this not a bit harassing?"Liam, skilled in the art of provocation, aimed to shift the dynamics of the confrontation."I came here to donate, but I didn't know it would turn out like this."The principal, attempting to defuse the situation, shook his head and approached with a nervous expression."No, Mr. Liam, you misunderstand me. It's
Rafael, flanked by his team, gazed through the one-way mirror at Francisco, the once untouchable tycoon now sitting alone in a chamber. The news of Francisco's arrest had spread like wildfire, echoing through the corridors of power and the business world. Every move, every word will be scrutinized in the coming days. The chamber was designed for moments like these, with a large sealed mirror serving as a window into Francisco's world. He sat on a solitary chair, aware that countless eyes were watching his every move. The weight of the evidence against him, embodied by the wounded Liam in a hospital bed under heavy security, loomed over the room. Rafael, determined to extract the truth, turned to his team and declared, "I am going to talk to him." As Rafael prepared to enter the chamber for the interrogation, Peter halted him with a suggestion that caught him off guard. "Rafael, I think Hazel should go," Peter proposed, his eyes serious with intent. Rafael's brows arched in surpri
Hazel and Francisco remained alone in the chamber, the air thick with tension and the weight of unspoken truths. Rafael, torn between concern for Hazel's safety and frustration at the unfolding events, watched as they forced him out of the room."Why did you guys let her alone with him?"Rafael protested, his voice laden with worry.Ken arched his brows, attempting to explain, "Rafael, Hazel can save herself. And it is all because of you. If you didn't hit him, he would not ask it."The reality of the situation hit Rafael, the consequences of his actions reverberating through the chamber. The potential suspension of Hazel, the intricate web of manipulations, and the power still held by Francisco created a volatile mix of emotions."Can you imagine that because of it he could suspend you from the job? He still has the power in his hands," Ken added, emphasizing the precariousness of their situation.Robert, sensing the rising tension, raised his hands in a calming gesture."Please, guy
Hazel's lips met Rafael's in a tender kiss, an expression of the deep connection that existed between them. Rafael, his fingers gently tucking her hair behind her ear, reciprocated the affection.Breaking the kiss, Hazel looked into Rafael's eyes, her body now positioned above his. A sense of vulnerability lingered in her gaze, a vulnerability born not from their intimate connection but from the ominous shadows of Francisco's threats.Rafael, cupping her face with a tender touch, voiced the longing he felt, "I have missed you, Hazel.""I miss you too, Rafael," Hazel replied.She nestled her head on his bare chest, seeking solace in the warmth of their closeness.The aftermath of their intimacy enveloped them, Rafael's fingers gently caressing her hair as they both basked in the comfort of each other's presence. Yet, Hazel's fingers traced absentminded patterns on his chest, her mind grappling with the persistent fears that Francisco's words had stirred within her.Indifference marked
On the day Francisco was being prepared for the court appearance, the media frenzy outside the gate reached its peak. Reporters and cameras swarmed the area, eager to capture the high-profile moment. The arrest of Francisco was now the city's top news, creating a buzz that reverberated through the community.James, reveling in the perceived vulnerability of Francisco's absence, continued to expand his influence in the criminal underworld.Within the precinct, Hazel and Rafael were in the midst of the chaos, navigating through the crowds and the media circus. Hazel whispered something to Rafael, a shared concern etched on their faces. However, their hushed conversation was interrupted when Francisco's gaze met Hazel's. A slight smirk played on Francisco's lips, creating an unsettling moment between them.Quickly averting her eyes, Hazel continued to move through the crowd with Rafael.The tension in the air was palpable, and the weight of the situation pressed upon them. As they exited
Hazel's heart raced as her gaze collided with Francisco's deep ocean eyes. At that moment, a mix of emotions swirled within her, captivated by the calmness yet ominous undertone that emanated from those eyes. Hazel couldn't shake the feeling of an impending storm.Rafael responded, "Ms. Emily, we're not thrilled to see you and your boyfriend either."Emily, eyes narrowed, retorted, "Oh, really! Actually, the way you guys harassed my boyfriend, he should file a harassment case against your girlfriend. But Francisco is a kind man, so he did not."Rafael's lips curved into a slight smirk at Emily's words."Oh, your boyfriend is a kind man, really? He should show his kindness to the world as well."Before Emily could escalate the confrontation further, Francisco intervened. With a light smile, he gently took hold of Emily's hand, his touch serving as a quiet gesture to temper the rising tension."Mr. Rafael, I think you guys came here for your wedding. So please, don't bother us," Francis
Hazel's eyes widened in horror as time seemed to slow down around her. The joyous occasion had morphed into a nightmare. The purity of her white dress was marred by a sinister stain — a bloodstain. A surreal stillness settled over the church, shattered only by Hazel's piercing scream."Rafael!"Her love, her would-be husband, stood before her, his white coat now a canvas of crimson. The world around her blurred as the reality of the situation dawned. The once joyous ceremony had morphed into a scene of unimaginable horror."Ra - fael!"Hazel's lips trembled as she knelt beside him, her hands stained with the evidence of the tragedy. In her desperate attempt to comprehend the nightmare unfolding, she looked around and realized the brutality extended beyond Rafael. The priest, the congregation — everyone laid on the floor, victims of a senseless act of violence.Her white dress now echoed the crimson tragedy that had unfolded. The sacred space had become a blood-soaked tableau of despai
Hazel's world had narrowed to the dimly lit room, the cold wall against her back, and the tight restraints binding her.The muffled groans were the only testament to her struggle against the ominous circumstances that had befallen her. Fear gripped her, amplified by the uncertainty of what awaited her.The creak of the opening door sent shivers down Hazel's spine. Her groans intensified as she strained to see through the darkness, desperate to identify her captor."Umm..."A hesitation escaped her lips, drowned out by the echoes of her own anguish.As Hazel recoiled, her back meeting the unyielding wall, a realization dawned upon her - escape was futile.Her thoughts raced, trying to unravel the mystery of why she was there and what fate awaited her.In the deafening silence, Hazel's mind fixated on one name - Rafael.The mere thought quickened her heartbeat, as she grappled with the possibility of who might be the reason behind her predicament. Dread and confusion intertwined, cloudi