Hazel walked the pristine corridors of the mansion, the remnants of last night's party erased by the meticulous care of Francisco. His penchant for cleanliness was evident in every corner of their home, a reflection of his desire for order and control.As she walked, a faint sound caught her attention, the muffled cries of someone in distress. Hazel's curiosity piqued, she followed the sound until she reached a closed door. Without hesitation, she pushed it open, revealing a scene that sent a chill down her spine.Inside the room, Lily's voice pierced the silence, her words laced with a sense of urgency."It's an order from him," she repeated, her tone hushed yet tinged with apprehension."And he does not want to meet you because he is at an important meeting."Hazel's brows furrowed in confusion as she listened, her instincts telling her that something was amiss. Then, she heard Emily's voice, her cries echoing in the room like a haunting refrain."How could he say that?" Emily's wor
Max could sense the danger looming on the horizon, but Francisco was blind to it, lost in the depths of his infatuation. He was willing to risk it all for a chance at love, even if it meant gambling on his own life and fate.Francisco remained silent, his thoughts consumed by the intoxicating allure of Hazel. He knew the risks, understood the consequences, but he was willing to defy fate itself for a chance at happiness.For the first time in his life, Francisco was in love, and he wanted Hazel with an intensity that bordered on obsession. He was willing to stake everything on her, even if it meant risking his own destruction.In the game of love, Francisco knew that he was playing with fire. But he was willing to embrace the flames, to dance with danger, if it meant holding Hazel in his arms for even a moment longer.The elevator doors slid open, revealing Francisco's figure as he stepped out into the corridor, his mind consumed by thoughts of Hazel. Max followed closely behind, his
"How could you tell me to kill your own child?" she demanded, her voice trembling with emotion.But Francisco's response was cold and calculated, his grip on her hair loosening as he sought to explain himself. "Actually, it's not the child itself," he began, his tone almost clinical in its detachment. "The thing is, the child should be in Hazel's body."Emily recoiled in horror at Francisco's words, her disgust plain on her face. "Are you really a normal man?" she questioned, her disbelief evident in her tone.But Francisco offered no response to her query, his silence a damning confirmation of the depths to which he was willing to sink in pursuit of his own desires.Emily's resolve solidified in the face of Francisco's cold indifference. "I will not abort this child, and I will see how that bitch can carry your child," she declared defiantly, her anger simmering just beneath the surface.Her words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of her determination to defy Francisco's call
Emily watched with a mixture of disdain and apprehension as Hazel and Lily entered the café, their bodyguards stationed outside. Her lips curled into a mocking smirk at the sight of their ostentatious arrangements.As Hazel settled into the seat across from her, Emily's expression remained cool and calculated."I had never been treated like that. He had never treated me in this way," she remarked, her tone dripping with bitterness and resentment.Hazel, undeterred by Emily's sarcasm, calmly removed her sunglasses, revealing eyes that held a steely resolve."Ms. Emily, then I will tell you were lucky," she retorted, her voice tinged with a hint of superiority.Emily's smirk faltered momentarily, replaced by a look of defiance."Lucky?" she scoffed, her tone laced with skepticism.Hazel leaned forward, her gaze unwavering."Because I am the one who was dying for his attention," Emily declared, her words cutting through the tension like a knife.Hazel's disbelief turned into a mixture of
Lily stood in the hospital corridor, her heart heavy with the weight of the news she was about to deliver. With trembling fingers, she dialed Francisco's number, her mind racing with apprehension. As the call connected, she wasted no time in getting to the point.Hazel sat nearby, her own expression tense with worry."Master, we have a problem," Lily said as Francisco answered the call.Francisco's brows furrowed in concern at the seriousness of Lily's tone. "What happened?""Why didn't you pick up my call earlier?"Taking a deep breath, Lily explained the situation."Ms. Emily had an accident," she said, her voice trembling slightly."And Ms. Hazel was with her?"Francisco's brows furrowed in alarm.How could Lily have known about the accident involving Emily, and the fact that Hazel was with her only added to his bewilderment."What?" Francisco exclaimed, his voice laced with disbelief. "How could she be with her?"As Lily recounted the events leading up to the accident, Francisco's
As Francisco and Hazel returned to the confines of the mansion, tension crackled in the air like electricity. Hazel wrenched her hand free from Francisco's tight grasp, her expression wrought with a mixture of defiance and frustration. Francisco's gaze remained stern, his features hardened with resolve as he watched her closely.Hazel pressed her lips together, a gesture of inner turmoil as she touched her throbbing head. Regret washed over her in waves as she grappled with the weight of her own actions."She asked for my help, she wanted to save her child but…" Hazel's thoughts trailed off, her eyes squeezing shut in a pained expression of remorse."You..." Hazel's voice broke the heavy silence, her words tinged with accusation as she turned to face Francisco."How could you kill your child?" she demanded, her tone laced with anger and disbelief. She refused to meet his gaze, her eyes fixed on some distant point as if unable to bear the truth that lay before her.Francisco's response
Francisco's face contorted with anger as he disregarded her words, his hands tugging at his sleeves in a display of simmering violence. With a chilling indifference, he revealed the veins bulging beneath his skin, a silent threat of brutality yet to come."Rape?"Francisco's stern gaze bore down on her, his presence looming over her like a menacing shadow.With deliberate intent, Francisco closed the distance between them, his movements purposeful as he clasped her face in his palm. Together, they stood beneath the unforgiving stream of water, its cold embrace enveloping them both."I can do whatever I want," Francisco declared, his voice unwavering in its conviction. "I just want you to accept me.""If you see the real me, then you can understand what I am capable of doing for you," Francisco continued, his words a chilling reminder of the depths of his obsession."I will kill my own existence because I want you to hold my existence," he confessed, his tone tinged with desperation."
Francisco's patience had worn thin, his tolerance for disobedience nonexistent. With a steely resolve, he reiterated his command, his voice brooking no argument."Do it," Francisco commanded, his tone unwavering as he watched the maid closely.The maid's heart raced with fear as Francisco's shouts pierced the tense atmosphere, her instincts screaming at her to comply with his ruthless demands. Pressing her lips together in a silent plea for mercy, she cast a wary glance at Lily, whose eyes brimmed with guilt and fear.With trembling hands, the maid took a hesitant step forward, acutely aware of the consequences of disobeying Francisco's orders. She knew that her own punishment would be swift and severe if she failed to carry out his cruel command.Summoning every ounce of courage she possessed, the maid extended her trembling hands and grasped Lily's, her heart pounding with trepidation. Francisco's eyes bore into them with a chilling intensity, his silent expectation weighing heavily