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MR. BILLIONAIRE'S OBSESSION WHO KNOWS ¿?
When Mark left Hazel’s house he walked to Amyra’s house, which was just across the street. He knocked on the door and waited for her to open it. He was curious about what she wanted to tell him and why she suddenly invited him for an outing. It was so weird but he didn't want to sink in the thoughts. Amyra opened the door and smiled when she saw him. She was wearing a casual dress and had her hair tied in a ponytail. She looked pretty and relaxed. “Hey, Mark. I’m so glad you came. Come in, come in.” She said, ushering him inside. “Hey, Amyra. Thanks for inviting me. You look nice by the way.” He said, following her. “Thank you dear. You look nice too.” She said, leading him to the living room. She offered him a seat on the couch and sat next to him. “So, what’s up? What did you want to talk to me about and what's the outing all about?” He asked. “Well, first of all, just like I said one the phone, I want to apologize again for what happened the other day. I know
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"Guess what I cooked - You will love it." Hazel said, smiling at Gerald but Gerald was completely lost in thought that he didn't realize Hazel was asking him any questions. "Gerald?" "Oh yea!" Gerald jolted and smiled. "What did you say?" "I was asking you, what do you think I cooked for you?" "Erm... I can't guess. Maybe salad and grilled fish?" Gerald answered, trying not to sound suspicious. "Actually, your guess is wrong. Roasted vegetables and chicken stew. Do you love it?" Hazel said, removing the lid on the plate and served him. "Wow! This is gonna be delicious." Gerald said, picking up his cutleries. When Hazel was done serving him and herself, she sat beside Gerald and they both ate together. While Gerald ate, he couldn't stop thinking about the message. Where could it have come from and why was Hazel trying to hide it from him? This got him really worried that he couldn't even eat. He lost his appetite as he thought of it. "Gerald, are you
MR. BILLIONAIRE'S OBSESSION DISORIENTATION
Brrrrinnnng!! Hazel heard the doorbell and hurried down the staircase. She glanced at the wall clock, it was past six. That must be Gerald, she thought and rushed to the door. She opened the door and Gerald came in, looking tired as usual. Hazel embraced him and kissed him on the cheek. "You're welcome darling. You're looking really dull. What's the problem?" She asked while she took off his suit jacket and took the briefcase from him. "It was a long day at work today. I have been having issues with our brokers, and most especially, the investors. It's been giving me tough time, but I am certain, with time. We should be able to overcome it." "Oh, I am so sorry to hear that baby. You please go freshen up. You need to relax. You know I hate to see you like this." Hazel said while she walked him into the room. Gerald took off his clothes and went straight into the bathroom. Gerald stepped out of the shower the warm water cascading down his body easing away the day's tension. As he to
MR. BILLIONAIRE'S OBSESSION DOWNFALL
Gerald had been waiting for the perfect opportunity to get rid of Arin, after he had planned the whole thing with Hazel. Whenever he thought about Arin being obsessed with him and wanting to ruin his relationship with Hazel, there's this feeling that surges through him. There was some time he saw messages and emails that Arin had sent to Hazel, threatening her and calling her names but he would always tell her to ignore it because he knew the kind of person she was. Leaving that aside, what about what he had heard from his colleagues that Arin had spread rumors about Hazel being a gold digger and a cheater. He needed to make her pay for what she had done. He decided to use one of the company's essential files as a bait. He knew that the file contained sensitive information about a major deal that he was working on, and that losing it would cause a lot of trouble for him and the company. He also knew that Arin had access to his office and his computer, and that she was always
MR. BILLIONAIRE'S OBSESSION FURY
Gerald checked his watch as he got into his car. It was 10 a.m. He had a meeting with his board of directors at 11, but he had another appointment to keep before that. He had to visit Arin at the police station. That was Hazel's request and he had to fulfill it. He smiled to himself as he thought of her miserable face behind the bars. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time. He drove out of his mansion and headed towards the city center. He turned on the radio and listened to some music. He felt relaxed and satisfied. He had finally gotten rid of Arin, the thorn in his side. He wanted to see her suffer. Gerald sat behind the wheel of his sleek black car his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. The rain splattered against the windshield matching the turmoil he felt inside. The drive to the police station was a long and torturous one. Each raindrop hitting the glass served as a reminder of everything she had done to him. As he approached the station, the r
MR. BILLIONAIRE'S OBSESSION APART
Gerald and Hazel were eating dinner in the dining room, a quiet and cozy space with a wooden table, a chandelier and a fireplace. They ate in silence, avoiding eye contact and making small talk about the weather and Arin who was still in jail. Gerald noticed that Hazel seemed distracted and tense as they spoke. He wondered if she was hiding something from him again like the last time. He decided to try to break the ice and make her smile and also follow the lawyers instructions. "So, how was your day?" he asked casually. Hazel looked up from her plate and forced a smile. "It was fine," she said. "Busy as usual. I was on a video just before you arrived." "Anything interesting happen?" Gerald probed. Hazel shook her head. "No, not really." Gerald frowned. He sensed that she was lying, but he didn't want to push her too hard. He changed the topic. "I heard that there's a new movie playing at the theater," he said. "Do you want to go see it tomorrow night? It's a weekend by the way
MR. BILLIONAIRE'S OBSESSION Burning
Gerald stifled a yawn as he stood up from the dining table his eyes growing heavy with feigned exhaustion. As he stretched his arms he glanced at Hazel who sat across from him her gaze fixed on her plate. The flickering candlelight danced on her face casting a shadow against her furrowed brow. Gerald knew she was troubled and he couldn't shake the feeling that her late-night rendezvous had something to do with it. He was playing along. "Sorry my dear," Gerald mumbled, his voice thick with fabricated weariness. "I think it's time for me to hit the hay. It's been a long day like I said, I don't want to stay up late." Hazel looked up at him her eyes darting back and forth as if searching for a hidden truth. "Already? It's not even that late." she replied her voice tinged with a touch of suspicion. Gerald stifled another yawn and shrugged. "Long day I guess. Don't wait up for me I'll be out like a light." He turned and made his way to the bedroom closing the door behind
MR. BILLIONAIRE'S OBSESSION ACCIDENT
Gerald's eyes fluttered open as the dim morning light streamed through the curtains casting a soft glow in the living room. Confusion instantly washed over him as he realized he was sprawled on the couch instead of his usual spot in the bedroom. He sat up abruptly, his heart pounding in his chest and called out Hazel's name. Silence enveloped the room amplifying his growing anxiety. "Hazel, where are you? Why couldn't you wake me up when you came in?" He said. Darting his eyes around the living room, Gerald searched for any sign of his fiancée. To his dismay there was no trace of Hazel, no shoes by the front door, no handbag on the kitchen counter. Panic seeped into his veins as he hastily made his way to the bedroom hoping to find her there. But the room was empty, her side of the bed untouched. She didn't come back home last night? Gerald asked himself, totally confused and furious. Wide-eyed and growing increasingly alarmed Gerald reached for his phone and dialed Ha
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MR. BILLIONAIRE'S OBSESSION THE END
After a one-hour recess, the doors of the courtroom swung open, and a solemn silence fell over the room. Mark Wilson, adorned in a disheveled suit, returned to his seat next to his defense attorney as he disgustingly glared at Gerald. The tension in the air was palpable as all eyes turned towards him. The judge, a stern figure draped in black robes, resumed his position on the elevated bench. He surveyed the room with an air of authority, his gaze landing on Mark Wilson. "Mr. Wilson, it is time for your final defense to present any evidence supporting your innocence," he declared, his voice resonating through the room. Mark Wilson's attorney, a middle-aged man with graying hair, rose from his seat, his expression anxious. He glanced towards Mark, his eyes filled with unease, and then nervously addressed the judge. "Your Honor, unfortunately, due to unforeseen circumstances and lack of conclusive evidence, we have no additional exhibits or witnesses to present. However,
MR. BILLIONAIRE'S OBSESSION PLANNED AND RUINED
Gerald closed the door behind him and leaned against it, feeling exhausted and drained. He had just spent hours at the police station with his lawyer, Mr. James, trying to prove that Mark was the one who had been blackmailing Hazel, his fiancee, for months. Gerald rubbed his eyes and sighed. He looked at his watch and saw that it was past midnight. He wondered if Hazel was still awake, waiting for him. He pushed himself away from the door and walked towards their bedroom, hoping to find her asleep in their bed. He reached the bedroom door and opened it quietly, not wanting to wake her up if she was sleeping. He stepped inside and saw her sitting on the bed, wearing a white nightgown that contrasted with her dark hair. She looked up at him with wide eyes that reflected the moonlight coming through the window. She smiled faintly and said in a soft voice: “Gerald… you’re back.” He smiled back at her and walked towards the bed, dropping his briefcase on the flo
MR. BILLIONAIRE'S OBSESSION AWAITING
The dimly lit police station was filled with an air of tension as Gerald stood beside his lawyer, Mr. James. They both shared a look of determination, while Mark looked nervously around. The room was cold, with gray walls and a flickering fluorescent light overhead, casting an eerie glow on the worn-out furniture. Officer Jacobs, a middle-aged man with a stern expression, entered the room. He had a no-nonsense demeanor that intimidated even the most composed individuals. He approached Mark, handcuffs in his hand. "Mark Wilson, if I get that right, you're under arrest for the alleged blackmail of Mr. Gerald Carrington Fraser's fiancée," Officer Jacobs declared, his voice firm. Mark's eyes widened with what seemed like disbelief. "What? No, Officer, you've got it all wrong. I would never do such a thing! I was in my room when these two men barged in. Firstly, I could have charged them for invasion of privacy, but I didn't. Now, they are accusing me of what? This is what we
MR. BILLIONAIRE'S OBSESSION CAUGHT
Hazel looked at Gerald, her heart pounding as she wondered where to start the whole narration from. Obviously, she wasn't at fault because she didn't do anything but would Gerald believe that? He knew that she was obsessive, so if something like that happened, no one would want to doubt it. And here she was again, the fact that she hid it from everyone will make it seem as though she was trying to cover up for herself. "Why are you silent? Speak up! You need to say something." Gerald said, almost yelling. "I don't want to care what happened. Just tell me in details. Who is Mark and why is he blackmailing you? It is had simple as that." Hazel took a deep breath, and sat up for the sake of comfort. "Promise me you won't hurt me." "Does it matter? Just tell me what happened." "I really didn't do anything, I swear. I was being blackmailed falsely because I know the consequences of it getting out." Hazel said, her gaze apologetic as she spoke. "If you didn't do an
MR. BILLIONAIRE'S OBSESSION LEAKED
Hazel's eyes fluttered open blinking away the remnants of sleep. Her body felt heavy and tender each movement, a reminder of the accident that had landed her in the hospital. As she tried to adjust to the warm sunlight that streamed through the bedroom window the scent of something delicious wafted into her nostrils. Hazel turned her head and saw Gerald standing in the doorway a soft smile on his face. "Good morning my love. How are you feeling today?" Gerald asked his voice filled with genuine concern. Hazel mustered a weak smile and replied "I'm getting there slowly but surely. Thank you for taking care of me Gerald." Gerald crossed the room, his footsteps gentle on the hardwood floor. Pulling a chair beside the bed he sat down and took Hazel's hand in his own. "You don't need to thank me Hazel. Taking care of you is the least I can do after what happened l," he said his voice filled with determination. Hazel gazed into his eyes filled with gratitude and love.
MR. BILLIONAIRE'S OBSESSION HOME 2
The sun shone brightly through the hospital window, casting a warm glow on Hazel's face as she watched the door waiting eagerly for Gerald to arrive. It had been a difficult journey days spent in pain and uncertainty, but his visits were like beams of light in her darkest moments. He brought laughter love and a sense of normalcy to her life in the sterile hospital room. Gerald walked through the gleaming white corridors of the hospital his heart pounding with anticipation. He couldn't help but feel a mix of anxiety and excitement every time he came to visit Hazel. Her vibrant smile and infectious joy had always been a light in his life and he couldn't wait to see her again. As the door creaked open Hazel's heart skipped a beat. There stood Gerald tall and handsome a bouquet of colorful flowers in his hand. His hazel eyes sparkled with joy as he caught sight of her and a wide smile spread across his face. As he approached her, he took a deep breath to steady his nerves. Opening the
MR. BILLIONAIRE'S OBSESSION HOME
Finally Hazel's eyes opened and a weak smile graced her lips. "Gerald," she whispered her voice fragile but filled with love. Gerald felt a rush of emotion relief flooding his being. He leaned closer to her tears streaming down his face. "Hazel you're awake. Thank God you're okay." Hazel's smile widened her voice barely a whisper. "I love you Gerald. I'm sorry for scaring you." Gerald placed a gentle kiss on her forehead their love reaffirmed in that sacred moment. "I love you too Hazel. Nothing else matters as long as you're here with me." In that beautiful instant all the fear worry and anxiety melted away. Gerald held onto Hazel's hand cherishing their love and grateful for each slow-paced beat of their journey ahead. Gerald's heart pounded in his chest as he paced back and forth his mind racing with worry and fear. How could this have happened? Hazel was always so careful so cautious. He searched for answers trying to make sense of the accident that had turned his world u
MR. BILLIONAIRE'S OBSESSION Renewed
Gerald's heart pounded in his chest as he paced back and forth his mind racing with worry and fear. How could this have happened? Hazel was always so careful so cautious. He searched for answers trying to make sense of the accident that had turned his world upside down. As he continued to pace, his mind kept replaying the words the nurse had spoken just moments ago "I'm sorry but Hazel is still in the theatre and we have no news about her condition." Those words seemed to echo endlessly in his mind. The unknown was tormenting him; he was desperate for answers for any sign of hope. He didn't know who to call and discuss this issue with. He was so stressed out. Just as he was about to lose all hope his phone began to ring, startling him from his thoughts. He fumbled to grab it his hands trembling. Looking at the caller ID he saw it was his sister Annie. His relief was short-lived though as he realized that Annie somehow already knew about Hazel's accident. There could be no other r
MR. BILLIONAIRE'S OBSESSION ACCIDENT
Gerald's eyes fluttered open as the dim morning light streamed through the curtains casting a soft glow in the living room. Confusion instantly washed over him as he realized he was sprawled on the couch instead of his usual spot in the bedroom. He sat up abruptly, his heart pounding in his chest and called out Hazel's name. Silence enveloped the room amplifying his growing anxiety. "Hazel, where are you? Why couldn't you wake me up when you came in?" He said. Darting his eyes around the living room, Gerald searched for any sign of his fiancée. To his dismay there was no trace of Hazel, no shoes by the front door, no handbag on the kitchen counter. Panic seeped into his veins as he hastily made his way to the bedroom hoping to find her there. But the room was empty, her side of the bed untouched. She didn't come back home last night? Gerald asked himself, totally confused and furious. Wide-eyed and growing increasingly alarmed Gerald reached for his phone and dialed Ha
