“What are you doing here?” Tasha clenched her fist angrily when Ray walked towards her; he held her hand and pulled her towards him.“Excuse us, father,” Ray said to Mr. Wood before he dragged Tasha upstairs to her bedroom and closed the door when Tasha hurried to him and kept hitting his chest.“How dare you pull me that way? You jerk.” she was fuming with rage, and Ray could only let her hit him; he knew the hot-blooded lady he had married.Ray wrapped his hand around her waist and smiled at her. “Calm down, sugar.”Tasha pushed him away and pointed a finger at him. “Don't you dare touch me,”This caused Ray to chuckle. “You are my wife; I have every right to do with you as I please. You left your insatiable husband for days; don't you think you have to make up for that?”Tasha snorted, “You are a man; don't you know how to quench that insatiable desire?” Raymond frowned and took a step closer to him. “We need to talk seriously; you can’t just push all the faults to me and leave a
Coyle pushed his office door open as they both walked in. His gaze was on Hazel’s face, and she tried so hard not to stare at him.“I had no idea a rebound would get such privilege,” he chuckled, and this caused her to pout.“I didn't call you a rebound,” she retorted, and he walked to his desk and dialed a number, which soon got connected.“A cup of coffee, a glass of juice...” he was saying when he paused and looked at Hazel.“Would you want some snacks?” “I am starving,” Hazel muttered. She didn't have breakfast this morning because of him and also couldn't concentrate on her stomach needs because Coyle had occupied his mind.“So snacks won't do?” Coyle asked with a playful tone, and this made her realize he seemed to be in a very good mood today.“Why are you so...you know?” she couldn't help but ask when Coyle dropped the phone and leaned on his desk and extended his hand towards her.“I didn't get you; could you come closer?” He asked, and she shook her head in denial, knowing
Coyle parked the car in front of a five-star restaurant not too far from Anderson Group, and they both walked in. He reserved a private table where Hazel was quick to pick up the menu and order a lot of meals.“Is this how cute she gets when she feels comfortable with someone?” Coyle thought with a chuckle, The last time they had stepped out to have coffee... She was just so reserved, and her hands were wrapped together.But now she sat there with an impatient look, constantly checking the time and wondering why their order wasn't here.“Why didn't you have breakfast?” Coyle asked, and Hazel thought for a while. After she couldn't find him when she woke up, she totally forgot about breakfast and left for work, but she felt embarrassed to tell him that.“I wasn't hungry then,” she answered.“People don’t have breakfast because they are hungry; they do because it’s healthy,” he stated, and she shook her head in denial; she didn't think he was right. People only had breakfast because the
Coyle walked past Pearl and comfortably sat on the couch. “Just get her dress, thank you," was Coyle’s reply. Sometimes he wonders what his grandma and Pearl always talk about, which leads to them talking about silly stuff.It’s not been long since he got married to Hazel, and they were already fantasizing about great grandkids. Muna was over the moon for no reason.“Maybe she isn't yet pregnant because of you, you are so busy with work that you didn't even give your wife a honeymoon,” Pearl snorted before he held Hazel’s hand and took her to a walk-in closet.Minutes later, Hazel stepped out dressed in a blue mermaid gown, it was sleeveless and had little diamonds embedded on the upper part. She stared at Coyle anxiously, waiting for his reply.A frown formed on Coyle’s face, of course, she looked so beautiful in the dress. It would have been okay if she was wearing the dress for his view only; why will he let his woman expose her cleavage and shoulders?“I don't like,” he replied,
Coyle just couldn't take his eyes off Hazel; she looked so beautiful, and the shy look on her face made him amused."Come,” he ordered, but she shook her head in denial; she preferred standing at a distance."Hazel,” he called, and she slowly dragged her feet towards him. He held her hand and pulled her; this made her sit on his thigh with his hand around her waist.“So beautiful,” he muttered, and Hazel looked away while rubbing her palms together. Coyle approached her lips when she leaned backward.“Don’t bother, I won't cross your line,” he assured her before he kissed her neck, and she had to close her eyes and tighten her grip on his shirt. His lips moved to her shoulders as he kept showering her with kisses.“You are so pretty, baby,” he muttered and captured her lips with his, pulling her head closer so he could deepen the kiss while feeling her body against his.They were in a passionate moment and were suddenly interrupted by the knock at the door. Coyle frowned and choosed t
The next day, Hazel stayed at home angrily. She had lied to Mia that she was not feeling well and couldn't show up for work; she spent her entire day watching a movie alone since Coyle was at the office.Her phone kept chiming new messages from Coyle, and all she did was read the messages; a new message arrived, adding to the others.Coyle: Are you upset?Coyle: I will make it up to you; you won’t regret not going to work.Coyle: Come on, baby, just reply.“Mrs. Anderson,” Sharon called, bringing her out of her trance. Behind Sharon was a group of makeup artists who had come to prepare her for the party tonight.“Good day, Mrs. Anderson,” the leader greeted, and Hazel was about to reply when her phone rang. She checked the caller, and it was an unknown number.“He now uses a strange number to call me." Hazel chuckled, knowing fully well that it was Coyle, and connected the call.“Why did...” she was saying and suddenly paused when she heard a lady’s voice.“Good evening, this is a nur
Coyle’s gaze was stuck on Hazel, who lay on the bed with the doctor examining her; he had never felt this tense and helpless and was also getting impatient with the doctor.“Is she alright?” He asked for the eleventh time, and the doctor chose to reply to him this time around.“She is very much alive, Mr. Anderson, so don’t be scared,” he assured Coyle, who sighed heavily, when he saw her unconsciously sitting in that car. So many thoughts had crossed his mind, and all he needed was a medical doctor’s opinion.The doctor stood up and walked towards Coyle. “A strong sedative was used to make her unconscious, but she is fine and will wake up when the effect dies down.”Coyle nodded. It’s okay. She could sleep, as long as it’s assured that she will wake up.“I will take my leave now; I will have the maid get the medication,” the doctor explained before he left. Coyle walked to the bed and sat next to Hazel. His finger brushed her cheek.“I am sorry,” he apologized. He felt this had happe
“I am fine; it won’t take long to make one, so let it be." Hazel tried convincing him, but he had already made up his mind. He held her shoulders, pushing her gently on the bed so she could go back to sleep, covered her body with the duvet, and picked up his phone.“I will be back,” he assured her and walked to the door when she called out for him.“Did I ruin the anniversary?” she asked in a guilty tone.“I told you to stop thinking of unnecessary things, right?” He questioned, and a frown formed on her face.“What are the necessary things? You always say everything is unnecessary,” she scoffed. If he didn't want to answer, then let him not, but
Ouch.Her world was spinning; Hazel slowly opened her eyes and felt like the room was spinning. She closed her eyes and tried rubbing it but discovered she couldn’t move her hands.Her hands were tied, and she sat on a bed in a not completely furnished bedroom. “Hey,” Hazel muttered and opened her eyes.Memories from earlier came flooding, and her heart raced when she realised she was kidnapped. “Hey…anyone?” Hazel’s tone increased as she called out.“Get me out of here,” she scolded and kept trying to free her hand, but it was hard, and her legs were tied as well.“Get me out!!” Hazel kept screaming, and her gaze moved to the door when she heard the clicking sound of keys.The door pushed open, and a bald, muscular man stepped in, and she panted, “Who…who are you?” Hazel asked, and he frowned and walked towards Hazel.“Just keep quiet,” he scolded and cut a good amount of scotch before placing it on her lips.“Hmm,” Hazel kept struggling but to no avail, and tears rolled down her che
Coyle walked in while holding a bouquet and a box of chocolate; he had hurried home to hand this to Hazel and check up on her before returning to the office.He walked upstairs to the bedroom but couldn’t find her, so he walked back downstairs and spotted Sharon. “Where is Hazel?” he asked.“She left some hours ago,” Sharon replied, and Coyle sighed; of course Hazel wouldn’t just sit at home.His hand moved to his pocket to retract his phone, but he couldn’t find it. “Fuck, I left it at the office,” he sighed heavily and walked to the home phone and dialled Hazel’s contact, but it went straight to voicemail.“Hazel, where are you? Can you come back early?” He registered his call in voicemail before he ended the call and sat on the couch when Sharon approached him with a cup of coffee.“Hmm,” he nodded and sipped with his gaze at the entrance, waiting for her to show up.After thirty minutes of waiting, he sighed heavily and picked up his car keys. He had a meeting in the next twenty m
Sia’s phone rang, and she checked the caller. “I have an emergency…take care.”Hazel stood there, lost. Ariel Pearl? Was that Selene’s name, or was Sia mistaken?Hazel dialled Damon’s contact, and it got connected. “Hey,”“Hmm, I just received Selene’s files, and they’re clean. She was born in Germany and…”“No. I think that information is fake.” Hazel chimed in, It was just a hunch, but it won’t hurt to check it out.“Ariel Pearl, why don’t you look into that instead?” Hazel said, and Damon agreed and said he was going to check into it.Hazel’s mind drifted to years ago, the night she helped Coyle out of the burning car.“There is a burning car!” The little Hazel had screamed out for help, but there was no one, not even a soul.Then she heard a boy cry inside the car; she scanned the place before slowly approaching the car… There was just a little fire on the car, so she ran towards the car and crouched to find a boy inside.“Hey…come out.” Hazel screamed, and Coyle’s gaze moved to h
“Please…please.” Mia scolded, and the door pushed open. The cops hurried in and pointed their guns before Jude ran towards Mia.“Hey,” he pulled the man who was on her and hit him hard. “Have you lost it?” Jude scolded and kept hitting the man till the police stopped him.“We will take it from here,” the cop said, and Mia jumped into Jude’s arm.She hugged him tightly, and her tears had wet his shoulders. He rubbed her back, but she was out of control.For a moment she thought those men were going to get their way with her… She had lost all hope and was powerless.“They…they want to…” she stuttered, and Jude placed a hand on her lip.“You are fine; don’t say anything,” he muttered and watched the police drag those men out.After an hour of trying to comfort her, she was finally calm and asleep on his thighs, and Jude sighed.“Mia…you should spend the night at my place,” Jude whispered, and she shook her head.“It’s okay; I will go to my parents place,” she replied with her eyes closed
Coyle parked the car before he helped Hazel down, and she kept assuring him that she was fine.They got to the bedroom and found Sven deeply asleep on their bed. “He is so cute when asleep,” Hazel muttered, and Coyle chuckled before he rubbed his hand through the kid’s hair.“Do you think it’s a boy or a girl?” Coyle asked more to himself, and Hazel burst out in laughter; she can’t believe he was already thinking about that.“So what surprise did you have for me?” Hazel asked, and he rubbed her cheeks.“I think it will have to wait, baby.”“But I am not sick,” she pouted; the deal was that if she was sick, then there wouldn’t be any surprise, but she wasn’t.“Hmm… I will bring your dinner,” he said, and Hazel frowned at him, she wasn’t crippled; why did he have to bring her dinner?**Hazel’s sleep got interrupted by her phone, which kept ringing. She sighed and picked it up to discover it was a call from Damon.Her gaze moved to Coyle, who was deep asleep with Sven between them; she
Hazel chuckled in disbelief; he was one to question her when he just walked in with Selene.“I met up with Damon; we talked about his dad,” Hazel explained, and Coyle nodded.“I know you care so much for my family, but I don’t feel comfortable when you meet up with Damon,” he explained, and Hazel nodded.“I understand. I won’t meet up with him again,” she said.“Good…so did the doctor check up on you?” He asked, and she had a nervous smile. She had totally forgotten about the doctor and went to meet up with Damon.“Let’s go.” Coyle held her hand, and she frowned.“Where?” “Hospital,” he frowned when she stopped moving, so he carried her in his arms as she kept flinging her leg.“I am fine, Coyle; just let me be.”“I am not sick,” she tried convincing him, but to no avail, as he pulled the car door open and made her sit before driving away.“I assure you that I am completely fine… Yesterday I just felt nauseous and vomited,” Hazel kept explaining, but Coyle turned a deaf ear to her an
Hazel returned to the mansion and was all lost in thought, she was wondering if Selene could have bad intentions towards the family.“This is so twisted,” Hazel sighed, and her thoughts got interrupted by the loud clattering sound of dishes in the kitchen, so she quickly headed there, and to her greatest surprise, Sven stood there surrounded by breakable plates.“Oh my…” Hazel hurried to the kid and lifted him up before rushing to the sitting room.“Are you okay? Tell me where it hurts.” Hazel was all paranoid as she kept scanning the kid’s body, but he simply pushed her hand away.“I am fine.” Sven frowned, and Hazel shook her head in denial.“What do you mean? What happened?” Hazel asked.“I just wanted to warm water for coffee; it’s not my fault that your slab is so high and the dishes fell off,” he snorted, and Hazel was confused; why would he ever want to do that?Her gaze shifted to his right leg where she noticed a scratch “I will be right back”She hurriedly got the first aid
Hazel returned to the sitting room with two cups of coffee and one cup of warm milk for Sven. she shoved the coffee towards Muna and one to Sam who smiled at her.“Thanks dear”Haze didn’t reply, she walked to Sven with the cup of milk “Here”“Why are you giving me milk?” Sven asked, and Hazel was confused; if not to drink, then what else?“You don’t like milk?” she questioned, and Sven shook his head in denial.“But I didn’t ask for milk”—that was the kid’s reason, and Sam walked towards them.“Do you want to receive a beating?” Sam questioned, and Sven quickly shook his head in denial before he took the cup of milk from Hazel and walked to Muna.“Do you have difficulties with the kid?” Sam asked, and Hazel sighed heavily and folded her arms below her bosom.“Please, I really don’t want to exchange words with you.”“And I am not here for that.” Sam assured Hazel “Yesterday you made me realise my mistakes and how unfair I have been to my nephew… I owe you a lot, Hazel."“You are a goo
Coyle parked the car in front of the mansion, and his gaze shifted to Hazel, who kept avoiding eye contact with him.“Hazel,” he called, and she turned her gaze to him, and he noticed her face was wet from tears, and he felt his heart squeeze seeing his wife in such a condition.“I shouldn’t have spoken to Muna that way.” Hazel muttered; it was just the heat of the moment, and now Muna must feel very bad and very angry at her.“She will be fine, come.” Coyle walked down the car, but Hazel didn’t.So he pulled her car door open and carried her in his arms, and she wrapped her hand around his neck; she felt more comfortable this way.“I am sorry, Coyle. I should understand you more than everyone, but I don’t,” she confessed, and he kissed his teeth.“You do, baby,” he assured her before they walked upstairs to the bedroom, and he placed her on the bed.She was looking so tired, so he tucked her in the bed and rubbed her cheeks. “Go to sleep,” he whispered, and Hazel shook her head in de