Hazel had spent two days in her bedroom; she cried and starved, still not able to believe that all this was happening to her.
A knock came from the door, and their maid said, "Miss Hazel, your father requests that you come downstairs." "Get out," Hazel muttered; she didn't want to see their faces. "He says it's an order," the maid added before leaving. Hazel walked down the bed and dragged her feet downstairs. Her mother was busy ordering the maids around as tomorrow was Nady's wedding to Max; even the guests weren't aware of such a twist. "Hazel," her dad called from the patio, and she walked to him. Nady and her mom joined, and it was at this moment that she realized something was wrong. "What happened?" She asked nervously, and her parents exchanged looks before her mother sat next to her. "Are you angry with us?" Mrs. Jones asked, but Hazel didn't reply; they already knew the answer, so why ask her? "Of course she is angry," her father butted in. "That's why we decided to make it up to her," he added, and Hazel saw the mockery look on Nady's face. "A wedding invitation came in for Nady, but we decided to accept the offer for you; the man is more influential than Max." Mrs. Jones explained, and Hazel's eyes widened in shock. What does she mean by accepting the offer for her? "A wedding invitation came in for Nady?" Hazel asked, and her mom nodded. "Then you chose to accept the offer for me?" She needed clarity because her brain was in a buzz. "The man is very influential; he..." Hazel held her hand up. She heard enough. "Stop this madness," she scolded. "You shall wed Coyle Anderson. End of discussion," her father said, and Hazel finally understood why Nady had a mockery look. Of course, Coyle Anderson was more influential than the Wilson family; he was the CEO of Anderson Group, the biggest investment company in the country. But unlike his business, which is doing so well, he wasn't No one ever saw his face after his parents' mysterious death, but it was rumored that he was crippled and had a burnt face because of the car accident he encountered with his parents; some reporters even say the accident affected his oesophageal, and he had just a few months to live. Half the man was the inside joke. "Hazel." Her dad took her out of her trance; her gaze shifted to him. It was void with just darkness and no love; first they chose to make her sister the bride in her wedding, and now they wanted her to accept the wedding alliance that was sent to her sister. "We have already approved the wedding, which will take place the same day as Nady's." Hazel blinked back her tears. Nady's wedding was tomorrow; did they also want her to marry a stranger that quickly? "So you are going to trick the Anderson/s into believing that I am the bride they wanted?" "Leave that to me; all you have to do is show up tomorrow for the wedding." Mrs. Jones chuckled before leaving, and her dad smiled at her. "See, everything worked out. You still get to marry an influential man," he said before leaving. Nady, who had been watching the scene with an amused look, finally burst out in laughter. She stood before Hazel, folding her hands below her bosom. "It's so sad; you are going to die a virgin, as even your husband won't be able to fulfill his rights to you, seeing that he can't even stand on his feet." Nady smacked her lips pitifully before she added, "At least you will be rich; you could just hire a male escort." Hazel stood up and walked past her; maybe her only way of escaping her biased parents was by marrying Coyle Anderson; he wouldn't even touch her, so that was a relief. After some years of marriage, they could come to terms and get divorced. Hazel arrived in her bedroom and picked up her phone and searched for "Coyle Anderson" on the internet; all she could find was about the Anderson group and also some articles about his relatives. It was said, Coyle chased his uncle, who had raised him after his parent's death and also taken care of his inheritance, out of the enterprise once he turned twenty. They said he was unappreciative and didn't hesitate to snatch back all his inheritance from his uncle, leaving him with nothing despite the fact that his uncle had treated him like their son. "Did he really do that?" Hazel questioned herself; she shook her head and decided not to think much about it; the media was fond of spreading fake news, and besides, even if it was true, it was none of her business. "But if he is that type of person, then he will be so upset about us trying to trick him," she muttered. The invitation had clearly come for her sister, so it would be humiliating if she took her sister's place. "Maybe I should just leave." Hazel walked down the bed and picked up her purse; she could go and return after the wedding. She pulled the door open, and there stood her mother. "Mother." She flinched a little in fear. Mrs. Jones understood what she was trying to do; after all, she had expected it. "Do you know why the Anderson's extended a wedding proposal to us?" she asked, and Hazel shook her head at the negative. "Because we had begged for it." Hazel's brows furrowed; what did her mom mean by that? And was it even possible to beg for a wedding proposal? Her mom sighed heavily; her eyes became sore with tears as she tried blinking them back. "What's wrong?" Hazel got all worried. Did they do something? If not, why will they go to beg Anderson's? "Your father approached Anderson's group with a business proposal, which was approved, and they decided to invest in it, so the money was deposited in the company's account, and your father lavished it all," she explained, and Hazel's eyes widened in shock. How could he lavish the money meant for business? If so, then what was he going to give the Anderson's when they asked for profit? How could he have been so stupid? "Do they know?" Hazel asked, and her mom shook her head in denial. "They still don't have an idea about this, so we asked the old Anderson to get her grandson's bride from one of our daughters, and he had chosen Nady." Hazel nodded; of course it was normal for him to choose Nady. Nady was everything a man wanted, and she was just a simple girl with no excitement or help to offer. "But Nady loves Max, so you will have to take her place and save your dad from going to jail," Mrs. Jones explained, and Hazel found her words funny; she was in love with Max as well, but her mom didn't consider that. "So should I marry Coyle Anderson and accept all the tortures and insults he will throw at me because I am not the bride he wanted?" She asked sarcastically, and her mom held her hand and nodded. "Exactly Hazel, that's what you will do... That's the job of the oldest daughter, to protect the family."Hazel stood before the patriarch; she was having a court wedding while Nady was walking down the aisle with the man she was supposed to marry; her parents weren't even present."Miss Jones," the old man next to her called; apparently he was the butler of the Anderson family and brought the wedding documents, which Mr. Anderson had already signed."He must have been so sick to show up," Hazel thought before a paper was shoved at her."Please sign the papers," he said, and she nodded and signed the documents. After all the procedures, she got into the black limousine with the butler."Mrs. Anderson, do you need water?" The butler asked while shoving the bottle of water at her. Mrs. Anderson. She wasn't yet familiar with that name, but now it belonged to her. Was it a privilege or a curse?She took the water and gulped it at once. "Are you a virgin?" The butler asked, and she splashed out all the contents in her mouth and coughed hard; her eyes had turned completely red as she stared a
Hazel had tried to understand what he meant by meeting his expectations; wasn't he supposed to be disappointed that it wasn't Nady he married?"It's so hard to understand people," she hissed, and decided to eat, as she was starving.When she was done, she picked up the dirty plates when a maid hurried to her. "I will take them."Hazel smiled at the maid, "It's fine, I will...""Please, Mrs. Anderson," the maid insisted in a pleading tone. Hazel let her do her job and returned upstairs to the bedroom she was earlier assigned to.She pushed the door open and found Coyle on the bed; he was now dressed casually, had glasses on, and was focused on reading a document."Umm," she stuttered, not able to create a word. Was she supposed to share the bedroom and bed with him?"Silly me, we are married," Hazel thought, but that was still not enough reason."If you are sleepy, then go to bed. Don't stay up on my accord; I will be quiet with my work," Coyle said, not shifting his gaze from the docu
The car parked in front of the Anderson's mansion, and Hazel was still in deep thought, trying to understand everything that was going on.Why was this man being nice with her, and why did he make her family believe that he was comfortable with the marriage when from the first day he wanted to marry Nady?"I have some urgent work at the office; you should go in." Coyle brought her out of her trance; the driver had already pulled her side of the door open, patiently waiting for Hazel to step down."Mr. Anderson,""Coyle," he corrected. Hazel was confused for some seconds before she got to understand that he wanted her to call him by his name, but that felt so wrong to her."Have a nice day." Hazel had to refrain from what she wanted to say; it was better than calling his name; they weren't so close.She hurried down the car and walked into the mansion. She was visited with the loud clattering sound of dishes from the kitchen."What's happening?" Hazel walked to the kitchen, where she f
Hazel served dinner while in deep thought. The old lady had made her promise to show up when she knew fully well that Coyle didn't want that."Why did I have to promise her?" She sighed heavily, and her gaze moved to the stairs. Coyle was all freshened up and walked downstairs. She got all nervous and stood there like some kitten."Where did the maids go to?" Coyle asked with a frown, Why was his wife the one making dinner and even serving it?"I didn't find them when I got back home," she answered, and he nodded in understanding; his grandma must have sent them away.He pulled out a chair and stared at her; this left Hazel confused. What was she supposed to do?"Have a seat," he stated, and her eyes bulged. He was Coyle Anderson, so how could he be pulling out a chair for her? She had been with Max, and he never found it necessary to make such small gestures."Thanks" Hazel sat before Coyle did the same and scanned the meal on the table. A smile curled on his lips when he realized hi
The next morning, Hazel woke up early to make breakfast for Coyle before he left for work, but she was too late as he had already left before she woke up.She freshened up and slipped into the normal clothes she had come with; her gaze was stuck on the luxurious ring on her fingers."He will never find out if I take it out," Hazel thought, but she was a little scared. What even scared her the most were her colleagues at work asking her so many questions about the man she married, as it was obvious that Nady had already made them all know she didn't marry Max.With a heavy heart, she took out the ring and kept it safely in her purse before she walked to the entrance."Hello Mrs. Anderson, I am Josh." A man dressed in a white shirt and black trousers who was in his late thirties introduced himself, and Hazel nodded with a smile."I will take you to work," he said, and she shook her head at the negative."It's fine. I will take a cab.""Mr. Anderson said you are not allowed to leave with
It was 6 p.m. when Hazel returned home with Josh after she went grocery shopping after work; she was still at the entrance when the maid hurried to her."Mrs. Anderson" Sharon stopped her from going in while Josh walked in with the bag of groceries."What happened?" Hazel could sense something was wrong."I am sorry, but I let a lady in; she claimed to be your sister." Sharon apologized, and Hazel's face darkened. Why did Nady have to show up here?Hazel was so angry right now and was boiling with rage, but she knew she couldn't let it out on the poor maid. "It's okay, thanks," she smiled at Sharon and went to the sitting room, where she found Nady on the couch, her right leg crossed on the left as she gently swirled her coffee."Hazel," Nady called out happily. She knew Hazel ended work at 5 p.m., so she showed up at 5:30 p.m.Hazel clenched her fist tightly and glared at Nady. "What are you doing here?" she asked, and Nady rolled her eyes."Chill, okay, look at how big this house is
Hazel stared at her reflection in the mirror; she was dressed in a simple white gown and held her hair in a pony.Now she felt bad for not buying a gift for the family. "If he had told me that we were attending the dinner, then I would have obviously gotten a gift," she thought. A figure appeared behind her."Mr. And..." She paused her lips; he approached her and stared at her reflection in the mirror."Hmm," Coyle took out the hairband holding Hazel's hair as her long hair fell down her shoulders."Let's go," he said, and she nodded and flipped some strands of her hair behind her ears.They both walked downstairs, and the driver pulled the car door open before they got in; during the ride, Hazel's gaze was out of the window.She wasn't staring at anything in particular or enjoying the night view; she just didn't want her eyes to meet with those of Coyle's.Coyle dipped his hand in his suit and took out a box. "Here," he shoved it to Hazel, who stared at it in disbelief."Did he get m
After the Anderson family was done with dinner, they moved to the patio per Muna's order.She just wanted to see her family happy before the heavens finally call upon her.A maid walked towards them with glasses and a bottle of wine. "Did you get water or soft drinks for my dear cousin?" Arthur's son, who was two years older than Coyle, asked, and the maid shook her head."Sorry, sir, I will go get it now.""No need" Coyle chimed in; he didn't want to toast to whatever they were about to toast to."You see Hazel, Coyle is allergic to wine." Arthur's son, Damon, added, and Hazel couldn't believe it. Can someone even be allergic to wine?She stared at Coyle, who didn't confirm what Damon said: "So whenever you feel like going out for a drink, then hit me up. I will make sure to take good care of you." Damon added, and Coyle glared at him before Damon burst out in laughter."What's that look, brother? I am just kidding," he laughed, and Arthur pointed at the bottle of wine."You should p
Hazel stopped on her path and thought about what she promised herself: never to leave her home for another woman.So she walked to the dining table with her gaze locked with Selene's.“I will make sure to wipe that smirk off your face,” Hazel promised herself.“Hazel dear, I am glad you are here.” Muna said with a wide smile, and she stood up and pulled a chair out for Hazel.“She has hands, Grandma,” Audrey scoffed, and Hazel ignored her before she pushed the seat back in.“Thanks, Muna, but I didn’t come here to have breakfast with your little family. I am here to see..." Hazel was saying when Dora chimed in.“Why are you speaking this way, dear? You are part of our family.”Hazel just nodded, though she didn’t feel that way at all.“My dear sister-in-law,” Damon’s voice echoed from upstairs; he hurried towards her with a wide smile.Who would have thought his call would bring her here?He couldn’t meet with her since she no longer worked at her old company and was always at home.“
Hazel walked downstairs to make breakfast and was surprised to find Sven on the couch, busy on his iPad.She frowned her brow and scanned the place but couldn’t find Selene, so she approached the kid.“Umm, hello,” Hazel called, and Sven’s gaze moved to her; he completely ignored her and continued playing his video games.“What’s your name?” Hazel questioned. After all, her problem was with Selene and not the kid; he didn’t wish to have a mother like Selene.“It’s none of your concern, maid.” Sven spouted, and Hazel’s brows furrowed.“Maid?” she asked in disbelief. How could this kid refer to her as a maid? Did she look like one?“Yes, aren't you the maid of this house? So tell me why you are talking to me instead of making me breakfast." Asked the little kid, and Hazel chuckled.“Fine, I will make you breakfast. What do you want to eat?” “Whatever my daddy eats, just go and also get me a glass of water.” Sven waved his hand at Hazel, who nodded and left for the kitchen.Hazel couldn
Muna felt bad and took a step closer to Hazel; she cupped Hazel’s cheeks with her palms and said, “Coyle has wanted to tell you this for weeks now, but he was scared.”Hazel shook her head in denial; she knew Coyle so well, and he was anything but scared.“How come even the people who hate him couldn't tell me that?” She asked in disbelief; Audrey, Sommer, or Damon could have blurted that to her, but they didn't.They kept mute and watched her make a fool out of herself. “I always thought you considered me as a granddaughter, Muna, but the fact that you could keep such a thing from me really breaks me.” Hazel muttered and walked out of the house no matter how many times they kept calling her.Now all she wanted was to be alone, Hazel sat at the park close to the mansion for more than three hours just contemplating and trying to understand everything happening.“I don’t hate the fact that he has a kid; I hate the fact that he lied to me and broke the trust I have for him,” Hazel though
Mr. Jones was busy going through some business documents. He had become very serious these days ever since Coyle told him he was still going to invest in his company if he worked with a man abroad and made him come to the country.“Here.” Mrs. Jones filled his empty cup of coffee, and both their gazes moved to the door when they heard footsteps approach.It was Hazel.She stomped in and walked past them. “Hazel,” her mum called, but Hazel didn’t stop; she headed upstairs to her old bedroom and closed the door, and her parents exchanged confused looks.“Do you think she argued with her husband?” Mrs. Jones asked, and this got Mr. Jones worried: Did his daughter anger Coyle or what?“She is your daughter; go verify,” he said, and Mrs. Jones nodded before she hurried upstairs and knocked at the door.“Hazel,” she called, but there was no response.“What happened? Did you get into an argument with Coyle?” Mrs. Jones kept asking, but there was no response.While Hazel leant against the doo
The lady next to Hazel had a wide smile on her face; she was blonde with brown eyes.The lady was no other than Selene; she walked past Hazel and stood before Coyle.“Hello Coyle, our son missed you a lot. That’s why I showed up,” she explained at once, because she didn’t want him to get upset.Coyle shoved the little boy to the side and walked to Hazel, who looked all pale, like she had just seen a ghost.“You... you are injured; let’s go home,” he said, and Hazel couldn’t believe that was what he was bothered about.This child just called him daddy; won’t he explain what’s happening?Hazel raised her hand and pointed at the kid. “Is that your son?” she questioned, and he bowed his head and clinched her hands.“Baby, let’s talk at home, please.” Coyle muttered, and Selene walked towards them.She found out yesterday that Coyle was married and immediately took the next flight to the country, but she still had her doubts.Now she realised the lady she had just scolded was Coyle’s wife.
It was around 6 pm when Coyle returned from work and found Hazel on a video call with Tasha in the sitting room.They were busy discussing their new restaurant, and Hazel had no idea that Coyle was by the door watching her.“Let’s check it out tomorrow, then.”Then a frown formed on her face. “How many times will I tell you that I don't want him investing or helping me? We could always get other investors, but just not Coyle.” Hazel scolded Tasha, who kept insisting they go the easier way.“Why?” Coyle asked, and Hazel flinched; she never expected he would be back this early.“Umm, you are back.” She smiled at him and ended the call. Coyle strode and stood before her.“Why are you in the sitting room and not on the bed?” he asked, and she chuckled and sighed in relief; for a moment she thought he heard her conversation with Tasha.“I waited for long, but you didn’t show up.” Hazel answered, and he scanned the place before holding her hand and pulled her up.“Now I am back, so?”His li
Coyle carried Hazel and slowly dropped her on the bed with their gazes locked together.He trailed his finger on her thighs, and she gripped the sheets and closed her eyes as she felt his fingers move up her thighs.“I... I am hungry.” Hazel rushed down the bed to leave when he held her hand and pulled her back towards him.Coyle stood behind her and pulled off her zipper as her dress fell off her body; Hazel’s chest heaved as she felt his lips on her bare back.He gathered her hair and shoved it to the side while placing soft kisses on her neck.“I love you so much, baby,” Coyle whispered before he unhooked her bra and pulled it off her body; his hand cupped her breast and struck it when a soft moan escaped her lips.“Do you wish to tell me something?” Coyle whispered, and Hazel nodded; she bit her lower lip and felt her legs go all numb.“I... I know why you married me,” she spouted, and Coyle chuckled before he spun her to face him and kissed her. That wasn't what he wanted to hear
Coyle parked the car in front of the mansion, and some workers hurried to them with umbrellas as it was already pouring.In the sitting room, Sharon offered them two cups of coffee.“I have some work in the study,” Coyle said and hurried upstairs while Hazel sipped her coffee while in deep thought. Didn't he think of going to change his clothes first? Or maybe put on something warmer.She dropped the coffee and walked to her bedroom, took out a T-shirt and a pullover before she approached Coyle’s study and knocked.“You know you don't have to knock.” Coyle's voice came from inside. Hazel pushed the door and walked towards him; he just stood by the window checking out some documents.“Maybe you could change into this,” Hazel suggested, and Coyle’s gaze lingered on the clothes she held.“You could help me with it.” A teasing smile formed on his lip; he dropped the documents on the table and stood before Hazel, whose gaze was on the ground.“You are a grown-up, so how do I help you put o
Tasha parked her car before the cemetery and walked down with Hazel when they spotted Arthur and Damon.“Hello, uncle.” Hazel greeted and Arthur smiled at her when Damon extended his hand towards her.“How are you doing, dear sister-in-law?”Hazel stared at his hand for a while before she ignored it, and the awkward moment was interrupted when Muna’s car arrived and they walked down to the car.“Hazel, did Coyle tell you at what time he will be here?” Dora asked, and Hazel smiled awkwardly. He said he would show up, but he wasn't here yet.Did he get too busy at work and forget about his parents death anniversary?“He must be on his way.” Tasha chimed in and responded, and she noticed Nady roll her eyes, but Tasha had a mocking look. If not for attention, then why will Nady ever show up here? It’s not like she valued her sister that much.“Are we going in or not? Some of us need to hurry back to work after this," Damon snorted, and a car drove in; Hazel’s eyes lit up but were quickly