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
The car came to a stop in front of a mall, and Hazel gracefully stepped out. Her bodyguard, the one Francisco hired for her, remained dutifully by her side. Hazel took a moment to look around, the wheels in her mind turning.'I need to run away from here.''I don’t have my passport or anything. Francisco took everything from me.'As they started walking, Hazel abruptly halted in front of a dazzling diamond shop. A spark of mischief gleamed in her eyes as she declared, "I want to buy diamonds.""No problem, ma’am. Boss gave a card for you," her bodyguard replied.Hazel arched her eyebrows, feigning surprise, and asked, "I see."She tilted her head and added, "What is your name?""You can call me Arthur."A slight smile played on Hazel's lips as she said, "Arthur, you should be a model."Hazel's comment caught Arthur off guard, and he blushed slightly. He wasn't accustomed to compliments, especially not from the likes of Hazel.Arthur quickly lowered his gaze, attempting to change the t
"Arthur!"Hazel's voice echoed through the room, her gasps for air punctuating the tense atmosphere.With a swift motion, Arthur ended the call and turned his attention to the staff member.“What are you doing, Mr.? What is this behavior?” the staff member exclaimed, shock and annoyance evident in her tone.Arthur remained unfazed by her words, his focus solely on Hazel, whose face had turned pale with apprehension.In a moment of panic, Hazel feared that Arthur's actions were directed towards punishing the innocent staff member for her involvement.Struggling to articulate her thoughts, Hazel attempted to interject, but Arthur spoke before she could utter a word."I did not expect it from you, Ms.," he stated, disappointment evident in his tone as he directed his gaze towards the bewildered staff member."Would you come with me? I have something to talk to you."The staff member, caught between confusion and apprehension, glanced between Hazel and Arthur before nodding lightly, agree
Lily suddenly held Hazel’s hand, her voice calm but firm. “Calm down! Let me call him. But you have to finish your meal first,” she said before walking out of the room.Hazel sat back on the bed, irritation bubbling inside her. This is too much, she thought, clenching her fists.After a while, the door creaked open, and Max entered, his presence commanding the room. He glanced at the untouched meal on the table, his brows furrowing in displeasure. Though his temper flared, he reminded himself to stay composed—for Francisco’s sake.“You haven’t even touched your food,” Max said, his tone edged with restrained annoyance.“Exactly,” Hazel replied, crossing her arms defiantly. “I need to talk to Francisco!”Max sighed, running a hand through his hair as he tried to maintain his calm. “He’s not available right now, and I can’t reach him either. It could be a network issue.”Hazel narrowed her eyes. “Where is he?”“He went to his grandfather’s house,” Max answered after a pause.Hazel raise
Hazel noticed Lily downstairs and quickly descended the stairs. As soon as Lily saw her, she hurried over with a worried expression.“Ms. Hazel, you’re awake! You could have called me,” Lily said, her tone full of concern. “You must be hungry. Please, go back to your room. I’ll bring something for you to eat.”Hazel frowned, confused by the strange tension in Lily’s voice. Something felt off.“Wait a second,” Hazel said, stopping Lily with a hand. “First, tell me what’s going on here. Why is everyone acting so weird?” She glanced around at the house, now filled with bodyguards stationed at various points. “And why are there so many guards here?”Lily hesitated, fidgeting nervously. “Ms., Boss arranged all of this. They’re here for your safety. And I’m here to take care of anything you need.”“For my safety?” Hazel’s tone rose as her confusion turned to frustration. “Why do I need this? I don’t need any of it!” Her voice sharpened as she arched a brow, waiting for answers.Lily sighed
Kai groaned, blood pooling beneath him. Max and Lucas stood by, their faces emotionless as they watched Francisco’s wrath unfold. Neither of them spoke—they knew better.Francisco sat in a chair, his cold gaze fixed on Kai. There was no hint of mercy, no sign of hesitation. He seemed to relish the sight before him, his lips curving into a grim line.“It’s better if you just stay silent,” Francisco muttered, his tone low and menacing.He rose from the chair, gun in hand, and knelt down in front of Kai. Gripping Kai’s neck tightly, Francisco forced him to meet his unrelenting stare.“You dared to touch her?” Francisco growled, his voice filled with venom.He pressed the gun against Kai’s forehead. “You looked at her with these eyes?” Francisco whispered, shifting the barrel to one of Kai’s eyes.“There’s no forgiveness for you,” he murmured, repeating the phrase like a mantra.Without warning, Francisco pulled the trigger. The gunshot echoed through the room, and blood splattered across
Hazel, her mind clouded and her body trembling, suddenly clasped Francisco’s collar and pulled him down into a kiss. Her movements were fevered, desperate, and without hesitation. Francisco stiffened at first, his hands instinctively going to her arms as if to push her away.“Hazel,” he murmured against her lips, trying to steady her. But she didn’t stop, her kisses becoming more insistent.For a moment, Francisco battled with himself. He knew she wasn’t in her right mind—her behavior erratic and fueled by whatever drugs that fucking Kai had forced upon her. She was vulnerable, and he should protect her, not exploit the situation.But then his heart whispered louder than his mind. This was his chance—a chance to have what he’d long desired but could never ask for. He wanted Hazel, all of her. A family with her. A future where she wouldn’t leave him, bound not just by love but by something unbreakable.He hesitated only for a heartbeat more before he gave in. His hands slid to her wais
It had been hours, the room pulsed with dim red and blue lights, an eerie ambiance that cloaked its sinister purpose. The heavy scent of leather, sweat, and stale perfume filled the air. On the floor, Hazel knelt, bound and blindfolded. Her wrists were shackled with cold steel chains, the metal biting into her skin as she trembled.She was clad in tight lace lingerie, her body exposed and vulnerable.Her breaths came in short, ragged gasps, her head drooping as if the strength to resist had long since left her. The collar around her neck tugged slightly as the man looming over her adjusted the leash. Hazel whimpered softly, her voice breaking the unsettling silence.She whimpered as the sting of the whip bit into her back again.“Um…” Her voice was faint, a mixture of pain and helplessness.The man, his face hidden behind an eye mask, grinned maliciously. His big belly heaved as he leaned closer, his hand brushing against her thigh. “How does it feel to play, darling?” he hissed, his
Max nodded, his gaze steady despite the weight of the situation. Ignoring Dimitri’s sly remarks, he turned his attention to Francisco. “Francisco,” he said firmly, signaling discreetly for him to step aside.Francisco’s sharp eyes narrowed slightly, scanning Max’s expression. Something wasn’t right.Dimitri, ever the provocateur, interrupted with a smirk. “What’s this? Is everything alright, Max?”Max forced a tight smile, keeping his tone neutral. “Yes. It’s a personal matter.”Dimitri raised an eyebrow, feigning concern. “Ah, I see. For a moment, I thought my important guests weren’t being looked after properly.”Max’s lips curved into a quick, thin smile. “It’s your party, Dimitri. There’s no way it could flop.”Before Dimitri could respond, Max turned back to Francisco, his urgency thinly veiled. “Francisco, we need you. Right now.”Francisco’s piercing gaze lingered on Max for a moment, searching for answers in his eyes. Sensing the gravity of the situation, he rose from his se
Francisco’s jaw clenched as his phone buzzed again, Arthur’s name flashing on the screen. He let out a slow, deliberate breath, trying to mask the turmoil building within. The room was silent except for the faint rustle of papers and the occasional clink of glasses.Dimitri leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes glinting with amusement as he lightly touched his lips with his thumb. He observed Francisco with a predatory curiosity, savoring the rare moment of tension in the usually unflappable man.“What happened, Francisco?” Dimitri finally broke the silence, his voice calm but laden with intrigue.Francisco’s gaze flicked at him, sharp but unreadable. Before he could respond, James interjected with a smirk, “You’re not the old Francisco anymore, are you?”Dimitri chuckled softly. “Perhaps Hazel is responsible for that change.”The room’s atmosphere shifted, charged with unspoken truths. Francisco rubbed his forehead, his frustration evident, but he didn’t rise to their bait. Instea
Hazel swayed unsteadily as the girl held her arm firmly. “Are you okay?” the girl asked, her voice soft but laced with concern.Hazel pressed her lips together, nodding weakly. “Yes… I’m fine,” she muttered, but her words lacked conviction. She tried to focus her vision, but everything was still blurry. Her head throbbed, and her body felt uncomfortably warm.“I don’t know… I’m just—” Hazel murmured, glancing at the girl who was helping her. She couldn’t make out her face clearly in the haze of her drugged state, but her touch felt steady.“You’ll be fine,” the girl said soothingly. “Let’s get you out of this dress. It’s too tight—it’s not helping.”Hazel didn’t respond. She felt aware enough to understand the situation but too disoriented to resist or make decisions. Her mind spun with the realization that she must have been drugged, and the heat coursing through her body only confirmed her suspicion.The girl carefully worked to change Hazel’s dress. Hazel felt a cool breeze agai
Hazel sat on the barstool, her frustration palpable as she tapped her nails lightly on the counter. Her voice was low but sharp as she asked the bartender for a drink, not caring what it was. She couldn’t suppress the anger and despair bubbling inside her. Francisco had taken everything—her freedom, her choices, her dignity—and left her trapped in a life she never wanted.The glass of beer arrived, and Hazel absently twirled her finger along its rim. Her thoughts spiraled as she stared into the amber liquid. Once, she had stood tall as a detective, a servant of justice. Now, she was no better than a prisoner, bound to a man whose world revolved around power and crime.She finished the drink in one swift gulp, the bitterness burning her throat. "Another, pig," she muttered, her words dripping with venom. The bartender narrowed his eyes but complied, sliding another glass toward her with a wary glance.As she lifted the second drink to her lips, a familiar voice interrupted her."Ma’am,