The little voice was so loud that she couldn't push it away, so Hazel hurried back into the office as they both stared at her with confused gazes.“I didn't leave with any cash and the driver; maybe you could drop me off at work.” She didn't know where she got such guts to ask such a request, but she had to try; she couldn't go and leave her husband with this woman who had made it clear that she was going to get Coyle no matter what.Coyle walked to the table and picked up his car key when Sommer hurried to him, “Are you going to drop her off? You could send your driver right; besides, I am here to see you. It’s been long,” she had a pleading look before Coyle’s gaze moved to Hazel, who stood by the door.“Next time, book an appointment,” Coyle said to Sommer before he walked towards Hazel and wrapped his hand around her waist.“Let’s go; you could recharge me on the way. So it’s a win-win,” he teased, and she chuckled before they both left his office and got to the presidential eleva
Hazel stood there in deep thought, trying to understand what was going on. Did Coyle meet up with Sommer in the club, or was it just a coincidence?"Hazel,” a girl stumbled towards Hazel, who was quick to catch her; it was Tasha, and she hugged Hazel tightly.“I missed you a lot, my friend.”Hazel could tell she was a little drunk, and what shocked Hazel the most was Tasha’s tummy, which was still so flat; she couldn't possibly have given birth already, Hazel thought."Come,” Hazel dragged her out of the club and into her car before she helped with the seat belt.“What is going on, Tasha?” Hazel asked worriedly when Tasha’s eyes became sore and she stared out of the window. She was trying to get drunk to forget her pain, but no matter what amount she drank, the pain was still fresh in her memory.“I am sleepy; please drop me at my hotel,” Tasha stated, and this caused Hazel to frown.“We are not strangers; why can’t you tell me?” “I got a miscarriage and also a divorce; that’s it, so
Hazel was finally calmed and was busy making breakfast when she felt someone was behind her. She turned to find Coyle, who stood by the door with a bottle of wine and a glass.Her brows furrowed. “Why do you have that?” Wasn't he allergic to wine?Coyle walked closer to her and placed the wine and glass on the kitchen slab. “I want to drink,” he answered.“But you are allergic,” she reminded him. Didn't he take his health seriously? It’s okay to be allergic to something; eighty percent of citizens were, so why did he want to harm himself?"Yeah, I am allergic to wine, but not when I drink from your lips,” Coyle answered, and Hazel stared at him in disbelief. Next thing she knew, she was lifted up and made to sit on the kitchen slab with him standing between her thighs."What...what are you doing?” Hazel knew he had devious plans for her and at least wanted to know what it was.Coyle filled a glass of wine and handed it to her. "Drink,” he ordered, and Hazel nodded before she took a si
It was after an hour when Tasha parked her car in front of the Anderson mansion and walked down. She had called Hazel several times to confirm if the location she had sent her was the right one, because how could she be in here?Luckily for Tasha, she knew where the Anderson mansion was located, as she had come here once or twice in the past with her husband.“Tasha” Hazel approached her with a smile, about to hug her when Tasha extended her hand, signaling that she stops.“I don't understand. Why are you here?” She asked, and Hazel clung to her arm.“Let’s go in first, then I will explain everything to you.”Tasha snorted as they hurried inside, and the place still had the same touch as before; she remembered the house was designed this same way a year ago.“What are you doing in Coyle Anderson’s mansion?” Tasha went straight to the point; she just divorced her husband, who was Coyle’s best friend, so she didn't want to be anywhere close to Coyle as well.“My wedding with Max was can
Hazel walked back to the kitchen when Tasha asked, “Was it Coyle?”"Hmm," was Hazel’s brief reply before she served the coffee in two coffee cups.“And why do you look sad? Having a couple fight?” Tasha asked and was quick to stop Hazel from answering.“I don't want to hear anything about couples.”Hazel burst out in laughter before she decided to rub it in Tasha’s face. “Do you know how romantic business people are?” Hazel asked, and Tasha rolled her eyes.“I have to go see my parents or else they will cause a scene. Go tell your romance story to someone else.” Tasha hurriedly picked up her purse and car keys before she hurried to her car."Tasha,” Hazel called, but her crazy friend had already driven out.Meanwhile, at the St. Elusive restaurant, which was known for its tranquility and also privacy, Jude sat in one of the private ends as he sipped his wine and read the technology article, trying to make sure Coyle was on the right track about extending a partnership offer to Tradtec
Hazel walked down the stairs. The evening dress she wore was a vision of elegance and sophistication, crafted from a rich navy blue fabric that shimmered with every step she took. The gown hugged her curves in all the right places before cascading into a graceful train that trailed behind her like a midnight shadow.Her jewelry sparkled like captured starlight against her skin, drawing the eye with every movement. A delicate diamond necklace adorned her slender neck, its facets catching the light and scattering it in a dazzling display. Matching earrings dangled from her ears, framing her face and adding a touch of glimmer to her every expression.Hazel’s hair was a work of art in itself, styled into an intricate updo that showcased the graceful curve of her neck. Tendrils of hair framed her face, softening the lines of her features and adding a touch of whimsy to her otherwise polished look. A single jeweled hairpin nestled amidst the dark waves, adding a subtle touch of glamour to h
Samantha chuckled at her reply; she wasn't expecting such and could only nod. "I will use the restroom first." Sam handed her purse to Hazel before she walked in the opposite direction.Hazel's gaze was focused on Coyle and how serious he was while discussing business with those men. There was a smile on her face that turned upside down when Sommer approached Coyle."Why does she always approach him?" Hazel snorted. Earlier, Sam told her that she could have any type of man she wanted, but Sam had no idea it was the reverse. Coyle could get any lady he wanted, a business lady or a model... He could get anyone, but he was doting on her. Why?"Coyle is something else," Hazel heard a familiar voice say before he approached her, her neck craned to the right, and she noticed it was Damon, who was dressed in a tailored black suit."How could he leave his extremely stunning wife all to herself and busy himself with his side woman?" Damon asked in a pitiful tone, and Hazel chose not to let his
Coyle pulled Hazel to the dance floor with his hand wrapped around her waist, his gaze stuck on her face as she tried to look somewhere else but him. He pulled her closer till their bodies were locked together; his hand gently moved from her waist to her ass, and she jolted a little.“Who am I to you?” Coyle asked, and Hazel stared at him. He had a serious look, and she knew the only answer he required now was the truth.“You are my husband,” answered Hazel, and Coyle spun her around, her back against his chest as she felt his breath on her shoulders.“Then why do you receive flowers from another man?”Hazel shook her head in denial. “I didn't,” she refuted. She had thrown away the flowers. Coyle spun her back to face him before he lifted her chin up with their gazes locked together.“You are mine,” he stated, and Hazel found this was the right time to ask the question that has been bothering her for days now.“My parents switched the bride; we tricked you, so why aren't you upset or
Hazel got to the bedroom and found Coyle busy on a call, and she hurried and stood before him, sensing the urgency of the matter. Coyle hung up the call and raised a brow.“Have you seen the news? Uncle Arthur has been arrested.” Hazel said in disbelief and Coyle just stared at her with an unmoved reaction. She furrowed her brow before a chuckle escaped her lips; she now understood his words yesterday.“You did this?” she asked, and Coyle nodded; there was no way he was going to spare a man who killed his parents. Absolutely no way.“But I had no idea. What’s going on Coyle?” Hazel questioned, but Coyle smiled at her; he was happy, though not satisfied.He wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her closer. “Don’t bother about such things; I already told you that you are not part of their family and life,” he muttered, and Hazel shook her head in denial.“They are your family, and some matters need to be discussed in between the members of the family first before you know… and I
Kev stared at Mia in disbelief. “What did you say?” Kev felt like she heard wrong.“I am going to transfer 10 million to you now and the remaining 10 million after you cancel the wedding and leave the country,” Mia explained, and Kev thought for a while.She walked back to Mia and folded her arms below her bosom. “Are you going to pay me 20 million to leave Jude?” Kev inquired again, and Mia nodded.“Then he must be really worth it. What makes you think I will leave my fiancé for money?” Kev chuckled.“Because you are with him for money,” Mia answered. She was losing her cool because Kev just rejected her offer. She knew well that Kev would accept at once because she loved money, but that wasn't the case.“You are pretty and have a lot of money; go find yourself a man and do not come for mine.” Kev snorted and turned to leave.Mia thought of Hazel’s words, so she quickly blurted it out, “Selene will be so disappointed to know you rejected this offer.”“You don’t know anything about Se
Hazel took the seat far from Nady and Max when her dad stood up. “I have an important conversation with Mr. Anderson; you guys should start without us.”Hazel didn’t pay attention to his words and dug in at once before Nady said, “Why aren’t you happy about my pregnancy?”Hazel clenched her fist and didn’t answer, “Why do they think I have a problem with her pregnancy?” Hazel wondered, what reaction did she give out that made them think this way?“Of course she is happy,” Max butted in. “Hazel is a gentle soul and can’t be sad about such a thing; we should be ashamed announcing such news to her after what we did to her,” Max added.“What did we do to her?” Nady frowned at Max.“We betrayed her and her trust; don’t you feel any remorse for what you did to your sister?” Max asked in disbelief, and Nady concentrated her gaze on her meal; she felt she didn’t do anything wrong.All she did was fight for her happiness; it was just that her happiness was at the expense of Hazel’s.“Okay, eno
Hazel was busy on her phone while waiting for Coyle to freshen up when she heard a car drive in.Hazel walked to the entrance and was a little surprised to find Mia. “Hello,” Mia waved at Hazel.“So you really are married to Coyle Anderson?” Mia questioned in amazement; it was still hard for her to believe it.Mia scanned the place before approaching Hazel. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”“I am still wondering how you got past security to come here,” Hazel chuckled.“Well, I have my ways. Anyways, we have more important matters to talk about, like how I can get my man.“I came up with a plan for tonight, but we can’t discuss it because I am heading out with Coyle, so how about tomorrow morning?” Hazel asked, but Mia shook her head in denial.The wedding was in a few hours, and she had no time to waste. “Why can’t you tell me the plan right now?”“Because it’s long and complex, and I have no time…”“Baby,” Coyle called as he walked downstairs; he heard some voices from the door.“I w
Hazel still had a questioning look before she approached Selene. “I am sorry about your situation, but don’t you think you should have rushed to the station or maybe the hospital first?” Hazel questioned, and Selene’s brows furrowed.She crouched and held her son. “My son was scared; will the police calm him?” Selene fired back, and Hazel rolled her eyes.“I don’t see your son crying or shivering; maybe he just isn't a good actor like you yet…” Hazel scolded before Coyle chimed in.“Stop,” he frowned at Hazel and Selene, who were about to get into a heated argument.“Hazel, it’s my problem, and I will take care of it. How about you go back inside?” Coyle asked, and Hazel clenched her fist. It his problem? Unbelievable.“Of course,” Hazel chuckled and walked back inside; she got dressed and picked her purse before coming downstairs.She found Selene walking out of the kitchen with a glass of water, which she handed to Sven. Hazel’s nails dug into her palms when Selene winked at her.“S
It was Sunday at 5am when Hazel went downstairs and busied herself trying to craft out some advertising methods they could use to promote their still-to-be-launched restaurant.She sipped her coffee and tried to focus, but damn, “Stop thinking about unnecessary things and focus,” Hazel scolded herself.“What are you doing?” Coyle asked from the stairs; he approached her and sat on the couch next to her… on the table where scattered documents about restaurant locations, and she was busy with her laptop.“Trying to work,” Hazel replied, and he chuckled. He had stopped her from working because he didn’t want his woman to stress her little body, but here she was.“It’s Sunday,” he reminded her. He doesn't go to work on a Sunday, so he could spend time with her, so why was she working?“And?” Hazel asked, her gaze still glued to her laptop.“Can we do something else?”Her gaze finally shifted from her laptop screen to him. “Well, Mr. Anderson, I am busy.”Coyle pouted; he was never busy fo
The limousine parked before one of the most expensive party halls in the country. The driver pulled the door open, and Coyle stepped down before he helped Hazel walk down, intentionally pulling her into his arms despite the paparazzi and guests who were present at the front.“What are you doing?” Hazel muttered; she realised there were a lot of gazes on them, and Coyle was making it worst by holding her so tight.“I just can’t wait to have you all to myself once we get back,” Coyle whispered, and her cheeks turned all red.Hazel took a step backwards with his hand still wrapped around her waist; they walked past the paparazzi, who kept asking hurtful questions about why he had chosen to finally reveal his identity to the public.Also asking about his son and Selene, wondering if his son will be the heir.They finally got into the hall, and Hazel couldn’t help but admit that those questions did affect her a little bit.“Baby” Coyle clenched her hand and smiled at her; she smiled back b
Hazel sipped her coffee as she continued discussing with Tasha about their restaurant location.“I think this one is a little far from the town; let’s take this one instead,” Tasha suggested, but Hazel wasn't giving in.She was in deep thought when Tasha waved her hand. “We have been at this for hours; let’s just think about it over again. I will be in town in three days,, so we could talk more.” Tasha explained,, and Hazel nodded; she just felt very low and wasn’t paying much attention.“Okay, now that we are done with business. Tell me about that little snake called Selene.”Hazel rolled her eyes. “Let’s not talk about her; her name alone is enough to ruin my day.” Hazel muttered,, and Tasha chuckled.“You are so strong, love. I am never staying with a man who cheated on me…”Hazel frowned at Tasha. “Coyle didn’t cheat,,” Hazel spouted. The only thing he did was hide the truth from her that he had a son; apart from that, there was nothing she considered cheating.“You are so inno
Mia hurried and got into the elevator, which was about to close. She turned to Jude with a frown. “Am I some epidemic? How could you avoid me this much?” She asked, and Jude sighed heavily.“You even asked the receptionist to lie to me, why?”“Isn't it obvious, Miss Johnson? I don’t want to talk or see you,” Jude answered, and Mia nodded; she understood that perfectly.“Maybe you are avoiding me because you know I will tell you the truth, the truth you know so well but you are scared to admit.” Mia blurted, and Jude’s brows furrowed. What truth?“The truth is that you are making a wrong decision by choosing to marry that woman; you know so well that she doesn't love you.”Jude chuckled and just prayed the fucking elevator would stop soon.“You know she only likes that you love and provide for her; don’t you see that?” Mia asked before she held his hand when he quickly pulled it away.“I see you are sad, Jude, so why do you feel obligated to marry someone who makes you sad?” Mia knew s