It’s been a month since the tragic accident that took the life of John Smith. Gerald, his assistant, and the people involved in the incident as been in an underground dungeon for a month with a meal and water once a day. Alex didn’t check on his father or even go close to the cell and he had also rejected three divorce papers from Hazel. Martha and her daughter have refused to come back as they’ve not heard from Gerald, Alex tells the board members his father is ill and has been in treatment, so he won’t be in the public eye for the time being. Everything has been going smoothly apart from the break up of the couples. It was an evening at a five-star restaurant in Los Angeles, Hazel was getting ready to close as her shift had ended when the manager walked towards her. “Hazel please I need you to serve VIP cabin number two, extra pay please,” he said for Hazel to sigh rubbing her forehead. “I told you I’m not feeling too good Mr. Andy,” she said sighing. It’s been a week, sh
A black Benz drove into the city of Los Angeles, and after about twenty minutes, it stopped at a Western five-star restaurant, Harden stepped out after his driver opened the door, walked in, and went to the manager's office. “Good morning Mr McCall, it’s an honor to see you in our restaurant” he greeted Harden to nod.“Please sit” he for Harden to sit down and went straight to the point. “Where’s Hazel?” He asked for the manager to look at him. “The waitress?” He asks for Harden to nod. “She hasn’t come yet, I’m waiting to see her mail for a day off because she said she’s not feeling too good,” he said for Harden to stand up and leave. “Take me to Pushood Motel immediately,” he said without waiting for his driver to open the door, he opened it himself and stepped in. Harden anxiously hit his lap as the driver drove away. “Hit that accelerator damn it” he worriedly said for his driver to increase his speed and in less than thirty minutes they arrived at the motel.He came
The doctor watched as Hazel cried, while Harden tried to console her. He gently placed the test results down, then smiled at Harden.“We’ll be back,” he said, leaving the room with the nurse.Harden was perplexed by how much Hazel was crying. Did she not want the baby, or was it not Alex’s? Countless questions began to form in his mind as he watched her cry.“Hazel,” he called, rubbing her hands. “Don’t you want the baby?” he asked, trying to catch her eye.“Should I send a message to Alex?”“No… no, please don’t. I beg you,” Hazel responded, prompting Harden to sigh.“What’s wrong? Are you two having problems in your marriage? Did he hurt you?” he asked, but Hazel remained silent.“Please, can I be alone?” she requested, and Harden sighed again.“Alright. I’ll give you an hour to make a decision. When I come back, if you’re still undecided, I’ll take you with me to Pennsylvania,” he said before leaving the room.Hazel sighed, rubbing her flat stomach. She was so confused and not read
Harden’s concern deepened as he watched Hazel, her eyes swollen from crying. The doctor, sensing the tension, offered them a moment alone, which Hazel accepted with a nod.Once the doctor left, Harden turned to Hazel, disbelief evident in his voice. “Are you planning to terminate the pregnancy?”Hazel’s voice was barely a whisper. “I’m not ready for a child, Harden.”Harden shook his head, refusing to accept her decision. “I can’t let you do this, Hazel. If you’re afraid of Alex, I promise to hide you from him. Come with me to Pennsylvania; you can have the baby there, and I’ll protect both of you. But I can’t let you end this pregnancy. I love you, Hazel, and even though I hate Alex, I can’t let you do this. It’s selfish, but please, don’t go through with it.”Hazel, overwhelmed, could only nod in response. Harden assured her he’d handle everything, and as he left to sign her discharge papers, Hazel sat in quiet turmoil, her hand resting on her abdomen, trying to process everything.
Martha bites her fingers after what her bodyguard says to him, if she involves the authorities, Alex will be free as she’s the one with more dirty hands in the situation, she needs to think of how she can protect her daughter, Kayla did nothing wrong.Martha was still thinking when an unknown number call came in. She picked and put it on the loudspeaker.“You witch, what have you done with my daughter? She’s all over the news missing you witch!!” An angry man's voice said for Martha to frown.“How dare you call my number you poor goat, she’s now your daughter, for ten years you abandoned us, even when she was in the news being a supermodel, you didn’t call to appreciate me for giving her the life you can never give to her. Don’t try to act brave here Collins or I will use you to quench my anger. Keep to your promise and never meddle in our life, you got it.” She said and hung up sighing.“Ahhhh!!” Martha screams in anger and frustration as she doesn’t want anything to happen to her d
The sun was bright, and the air was fresh and clean, far from the sterile hospital smells of antiseptics. Hazel stirred from her sleep, blinking against the soft light filling the room. It was a beautiful, bright space, much different from the cold, clinical atmosphere she had grown accustomed to. She could hear the distant sound of maids chatting in the garden below. Sitting up slowly, she looked around, feeling a sense of warmth and calm radiating from the room.A soft knock on the door caught her attention before it opened, and Harden stepped inside.“You’re awake?” he asked, watching as Hazel nodded in response.“How are you feeling?” he added, his voice gentle.“Good,” she whispered, offering him a small smile.“I’m leaving for work. You’ll be staying here until you give birth and can care for your baby,” Harden explained, glancing around the room. “This isn’t my home. It’s one of my homes, actually.”Hazel looked around, taking in the luxurious surroundings.“To keep my promise,
Mr. McCall’s body trembled with rage as he slammed his fists onto the desk, his anger palpable. He had signed a contract with the Nakazimo company from Japan, a deal that hinged on his son, Harden, agreeing to marry their daughter, Kiara. The McCall company had already begun expanding beyond state lines. Yet, this morning, he received a call from the patriarch of the Nakazimo family, informing him that the contract was being breached—because Harden had broken up with Kiara.“Dad…” Harden began, sighing as his father angrily struck the study table.“Why did you break up with Kiara?” Mr. McCall demanded, his voice full of frustration.“I told you, I never liked her,” Harden replied, his tone tired.Mr. McCall scoffed. “You’re still chasing after someone else, aren’t you? Alex’s wife? She’s married, Harden! Why are you doing this?”Harden looked away, unable to face his father’s fury.“First, you abandoned Cynthia. And now this? No! I’m not sitting still, Harden. You will continue the re
The day was bright and sunny. The usual routine at Hazel’s mansion unfolded with precision. The maids and butler had completed their chores and served Hazel her breakfast. A serene silence enveloped the grand estate, only to be disturbed by the sound of Harden’s car pulling into the garage. The butler, ever attentive, hurried to greet him, following close behind as Harden entered the mansion.“Good morning, boss,” the butler greeted respectfully. Harden responded with a nod, not breaking his stride as he made his way upstairs.Reaching Hazel’s room, Harden knocked twice but received no answer. His brow furrowed slightly, and he decided to open the door. The room was eerily quiet. Harden glanced around but couldn’t find Hazel. He checked the balcony—nothing. The only sign of her presence was her half-eaten breakfast on the table.Just as he was about to call her, a faint sound from the bathroom caught his attention. It was the unmistakable sound of someone retching. Harden’s heart sank
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,