Everything Simon was saying was like a breeze in Alex’s ears, as all he focused on was the picture, not the subject that came with the email. “Boss, I think the assassin is aware of the madam as your wife. They are coming for her, and I think they know about her…” “Is my wife pregnant?” Alex’s voice was quiet and cold as he kept staring at the photo, which made Simon look at it again. He looked at the picture again before he gasped. “Is that Harden?” he asked, and Simon nodded, biting his lip. “Ye… yes, boss, but the subject is what we should be worried about. We need—” “Shut the fuck up, Simon!” Alex raised his voice, and Simon immediately apologized. “I’m sorry…” “Send guards to pick her up. She’s in Hawaii, that’s the Honolulu Museum,” Alex said, clenching his fists. Simon nodded, typing on his phone, and immediately sent the message, glancing at his boss, whose face had become red. “How many hours do we have?” Alex asked, and Simon checked his wristwatch. “Two hours. We
Hazel’s luscious lips parted, but words couldn’t come out. She stood holding her stomach as she watched Alex, then sighed. She wondered why she became scared of him, not that he saw her cheating or she admitting having anything with Harden, why does her heart feel like she betrayed him. “I think coming to talk to you was a bad idea. I’m leaving,” she said, but Alex kept looking at her. “Hazel Smith, get into the bathroom,” he said, his voice cold and firm. Hazel frowned. “I’m not here for silly things, Alex. You refuse to let go of me. You kept coming after me, and I’m here to tell you—” “You are here to stay, Haze,” he interrupted, not using the comforting tone he used to talk to her with. “Alex, this is not necessary. I’m not staying. I’ve made up my mind,” she said. “Get into the bathroom while I’m still within my controlled zone. I hate his scent on you. I’m keeping my sanity together after watching him touch you. If you want me to listen to whatever reason made you agree to
Alex couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He stood in the dimly lit hotel hallway, his eyes flicking between Harden’s smug expression and the blank confusion on Hazel’s face. His pregnant wife. His world. The woman he had sworn to protect. She looked at him, wide-eyed, seeking answers from the man who was just as lost as she was. But Alex had none. “What is he talking about?” Alex’s voice was quiet, but beneath the surface, it boiled with rage, threatening to erupt. Hazel shook her head slowly, her brows furrowing in pure confusion. She pressed a trembling hand to her swollen belly, as if to shield their child from the onslaught of emotions crashing over her. Her lips parted, but no words came. The truth was too overwhelming, too absurd to process all at once. Harden, the man responsible for this mess, stepped forward, his presence commanding the space with an arrogance that churned Alex’s gut. “She didn’t know,” Harden said coolly, not sparing Hazel a glance. He spoke directly to
Harden’s mind raced, trying to process Alex’s cryptic words, every warning a weight on his chest. He felt the pulse of danger quickening, but the specifics eluded him. The panic hit like a punch to the gut. Sweat began to pool at his temples as he frantically dialed his assistant. He couldn’t afford mistakes. Not now. “Sir,” the voice of his assistant crackled through the line, maintaining the calm professionalism Harden had come to rely on. “What’s the situation at the mansion?” Harden’s voice dropped to a whisper, though his urgency surged through every syllable. “We’ve evacuated. The guards put up a fight, but they’re no match for these guys. They’re still out there, searching for her. The assassins, they won’t stop until they find the madam. It’s a personal mission for them.” Harden cursed, sharp and low. Fleeing had bought them time, but he knew time was something that slipped through the fingers too easily. These men wouldn’t rest, they wouldn’t stop. The cold precision
Simon gripped the steering wheel tightly as he sped toward the airport, glancing in the rearview mirror to check on Alex and Hazel. They had only forty minutes before their flight took off. Every second counted. As soon as they arrived, Alex leaped out, opened Hazel’s door, and without hesitation, lifted her into his arms. She rested against him as he carried her in a bridal style, striding quickly toward the waiting jet. Meanwhile, back at the assassin headquarters, a scene of chaos unfolded. Thick plumes of smoke billowed into the sky, remnants of the recent explosion that had torn through the facility. Firefighters worked frantically to put out the flames, while agents scrambled to assist or evacuate the wounded. Over the roaring flames, the sounds of sirens and panicked voices mixed in a deafening symphony. Across the city, inside the vast, opulent mansion of the chairman of the assassin organization, AS01 paced furiously. His knuckles were white as he clenched his fists, resi
Alex’s hand traced gently over Hazel’s growing baby bump, his touch warm and reverent. It had only been a few months since she became pregnant, yet her body seemed to have transformed in every way. Her breasts had grown fuller, her face glowed, and every inch of her seemed more beautiful, more ethereal. His hand drifted up to cup one of her breasts, feeling its weight and fullness, which made him chuckle softly. Hazel gave him a curious look, amusement dancing in her eyes. “Why are you laughing?” “Nothing,” he said with a mischievous grin, shaking his head. Then, slowly, he began to place tender kisses across her stomach, brushing his lips over her skin as if to imprint his love on every inch of her. He held her hands, helping her settle into a reclining position as the chair slowly transformed into a makeshift bed. With gentle care, he arranged her body and leaned down, his mouth tracing a path from her belly to her chest. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes flicking up
Later that evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow over the secluded villa, Alex stood at the large windows, watching the scene outside, his mind racing. Simon had gone to gather a security team, leaving Alex and Hazel alone for the moment. He turned when he heard Hazel’s soft footsteps approaching. “You look like you’re carrying the weight of the world,” she said, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. “You don’t have to do this alone, Alex.” He turned, his expression softening as he looked at her. “It’s not just about protecting us, Hazel. If they’ve gone this far—burning down the company, attacking people close to me—they’re desperate. I need to end this, or they’ll keep coming.” Hazel met his gaze, determination sparking in her eyes. “Then we’ll end it together.” He sighed, cupping her face. “You’re the strongest person I know. You’ve gone through a lot because of me, but this… this is different. I don’t want you anywhere near what’s coming.”
Inside the dark room, all the lights were off, and only the moonlight spread its pale glow across the space. Harden sat there, staring into the void, replaying the image of Hazel turning away from him, as if she’d never promised to stay away from Alex. He knew she was weak when it came to Alex, acting like they had never discussed moving on from him. Harden clenched his fists, rubbing his head.“I’m not letting this go like we didn’t talk about it, Hazel. Alex can’t have you anymore,” Harden muttered, frustration and anger clouding his expression.Meanwhile, far away in Hawaii, AS03 had just received the news of AS02’s death after a fight with Alex.He couldn’t believe that a five years old boy he was sent to assassinate his mother is now back, taking them down one by one. It pained him more to know that he had been paid to carry out the job when he was eighteen, his first successful job. Now Alex was seeking revenge, as if he had intended the killing himself.AS03 bit his inner cheek
The baby kept sucking at her mother’s breast while Hazel and Alex stared at each other, as if time had stopped around them.Immediately, Alex removed his coat and covered his wife, who was dressed in palm-woven clothes.“Alex,” she whispered.“Let’s get out of here,” Alex quietly said as he carried his sleeping baby.The little girl held Hazel’s hand tightly, as if she didn’t want her to leave, making Hazel smile.“I must go,” Hazel whispered, smiling at the girl, who began to tear up.At that moment, a hunter rushed towards them, speaking Hawaiian.“What’s he saying?” Alex asked, and the girl quickly translated.“Run. Chief coming. Babies die,” she said, making Hazel look at Alex in alarm.“We must leave. The chief is coming, and twins are forbidden in their village,” Hazel explained.Alex scoffed, then suddenly noticed that Hazel was barefoot.“Both of you, come here,” he commanded his guards. “Carry the babies,” he said, then bent down and lifted Hazel into his arms.“Follow,” the
Hazel clutched her belly, gasping as another wave of pain shot through her body. The young girl’s eyes widened in panic as she watched Hazel struggle to stay upright.“Mother! Father!” the girl screamed, running out of the hut.Within seconds, the woman and the hunter rushed inside, their expressions tense.“Her water broke,” the girl said breathlessly.The woman’s face hardened with urgency. She quickly moved to Hazel’s side, supporting her as she trembled.“Lay her down,” the woman instructed, speaking in their native language.Hazel whimpered, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. Her body was exhausted from months of recovery, but she knew there was no stopping what was about to happen. Her babies were coming.The hunter rushed outside, calling for the village healer.“I will get the midwife!” he said and took off running.Inside the hut, Hazel gritted her teeth, trying to steady her breath. The woman wiped her forehead with a damp cloth.“You’re strong. Just breathe,” she said
The woman and the hunter looked at each other. He sighed, then bit his lips. “If the chief finds out, they will kill one of the children,” he said, making the woman bite her lips in worry. “I’ve been trying to reason with him about how much it will affect our population and community if we keep killing twins. They are born special,” she said, and the hunter nodded. “Let’s help her. She’s not of our clan. She and her babies should not be punished,” he said, making the woman sigh. “We don’t know where she comes from. Her injury is severe. We can’t take her back to where you found her because she’s running from something. We—” “My farmhouse,” he interrupted, and the woman nodded. “I will take my wife and daughter so they can help care for her until she heals,” he said, and the woman agreed. “Let’s do that now,” she said, and they both nodded in agreement. Inside the central city hospital, the bloodied man who had just arrived at the emergency center watched in a blur as doctors a
Hazel could hear footsteps crashing through the underbrush behind her, men shouting orders as they gave chase. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in quick gasps. The chase was fast. Despite her big stomach, Hazel ran with the desperation of a woman fighting for survival. She could hear the voices of the guards behind her. As she ran deeper into the forest, the darkness swallowed her. The thick canopy of trees blocked any rays of sunlight. “Put on your lights!” she heard one of the guards scream. They hesitated at the edge of the forest, unable to follow her blindly into the darkness. But Hazel didn’t stop. She kept running and running because she would rather die than let Harden deprive Alex of his role as a father. Branches scratched her arms and face, but she cradled her stomach protectively as she weaved through the trees. She had no idea where she was going. All she knew was that she had to escape. She stopped and turned, her legs burning, her lungs aching—but
Alex frowned after seeing Simon and Grace’s red dot concentrated in one area, while Hazel’s was moving away. Immediately, he grabbed his phone and dialed his D team. “Follow my wife,” he ordered, then called Simon. The phone rang and rang, but no one picked up. He tried again and again, but still, no answer. On the last ring, someone finally picked up. “This is Inspector Austin. The user of this phone was involved in an accident,” the voice said. Alex frowned, standing up. “Which hospital?” he asked calmly, though he wasn’t calm at all. “New York Hospital,” the inspector replied. Alex hung up immediately, but before he could process the information, his phone rang again. “Boss, we missed the abductors. The jet already took off,” the captain of the D team reported. Alex’s frown deepened. “Jet?” he asked, looking at the red dot that began blinking due to a lost signal in the clouds. “Find who took my wife, idiot!” Alex screamed, hanging up. He slammed his fist on the table, dra
Grace was embarrassed. The look on Alex’s face made her immediately hide her phone. Alex scoffed, then sat back, watching as Grace swallowed hard.“I’m so—”“Is your salary not enough?” Alex asked, causing Grace to immediately bow her head.“I lost my previous phone, boss. I was planning to get a new one once I go out with Madam. I’m sorry, boss,” Grace immediately apologized.“I asked a question,” he said quietly.Grace raised her head, then immediately bowed again.“It’s more than enough, sir,” she said, bowing her head as she bit her lower lip.Alex nodded, then opened his wardrobe and brought out a new phone and a SIM card.He unboxed the phone, turned it on, and installed a personal tracker. Then he placed it on the table. He picked up his phone, activated the SIM card, and set it down. Looking at the still-embarrassed Grace, he spoke.“Fix this on my wife’s clothing, somewhere she can’t see it,” he instructed.Grace bowed and carefully picked up the SIM card.“Thank you, boss,”
The night was quiet. The butler and Grace looked at each other—what were they going to do with all this food and cake on the table? They knew their boss and madam were not coming downstairs anymore tonight. Grace looked at the butler, who sighed.“What a waste,” he whispered, and Grace nodded in agreement.“Is it okay if I package them and take them to the mansion? My colleagues will be excited to eat it. Since the boss isn’t there, they only eat regular meals,” she said.The butler nodded. “But keep the cake. The madam might want it,” he said, then helped Grace package everything while they cleaned up.Back upstairs, the room was warm and quiet. The only noise was the soft moans escaping Hazel’s lips as her neatly pedicured fingers traced against Alex’s skin.“Ah…” a breathy moan escaped her lips as Alex’s body moved in a slow, rhythmic way with hers.“Oh, Alex… goodness,” she gasped as his pace remained steady and torturous.“I love you,” Alex whispered as he pushed himself deeper i
The large governor’s dining room was eerily silent. Camila cleared her throat and smiled, but the look on Mrs. Governor’s face was far from pleasant.Harden scoffed, adjusting his suit.“With all due respect, Mrs. Governor, since my family is here, please do well to explain why I should be accused in such a manner,” he said, smiling at her.“My wife is angry about our current situation, and during the investigation, your name has come up frequently. She might have misunderstood something,” the governor said calmly.Mrs. McCall scoffed.“Well, I wouldn’t be surprised if it turns out to be true. After all, he’s the reason his father committed suicide,” she said, making Harden scoff even harder.Without a word, he stood up and left. Camila immediately rose from her seat as well.“Forgive our abrupt departure, Your Excellency,” she said before rushing after Harden.“Please, let’s eat, sir,” Mrs. Governor urged. “I understand how you feel, and right now, I feel the same way. He has hidden
Hazel frowned at the gift box in front of her. The last time she heard of Kayla, she was with an actor in Hollywood, and her mother had been sentenced to jail for the murder of Alex’s mother. She looked at the butler before nodding at him.“Open it,” she said.The butler nodded and began to open the box. Inside, he found a beautifully crafted old Italian-designed vase. Hazel’s frown deepened. The butler gently placed it on the table before taking out a letter from the box.“There’s a letter, madam,” he said.Hazel took the letter, unfolded it, and began reading.“Hey Alex,It’s been a while. I’m doing fine here. Martinez is taking good care of me. I hope Hazel is doing well too. I know she will never forgive me for the past.The vase you’ve been asking about since childhood—the one my mother told the maid to throw away, calling it old and disgusting—the one with your mother’s name on it…I know you might have forgotten about it. After my mother ordered the maid to discard or break it,