Hazel parked the car in front of Anderson’s group five minutes ago, but she didn't walk down the car; she sat there trying to contemplate her decisions.“Okay, can we go in already?” Mia asked with an impatient tone, and Hazel sighed heavily. What could possibly go wrong? Hazel thought before she walked down the car with Mia.“Let’s go this way.” Hazel stopped Mia, who was about to go through the main entrance. Hazel was tired and wanted to avoid the gazes and chatters she would cause if she passed through the main entrance.They walked to the presidential elevator, and Hazel swiped the card; this caused Mia to chuckle.“Life is really a game; who would have thought you would marry Coyle Anderson after losing Max Wilson?” Mia asked, and Hazel chuckled.“And who would have thought you would fall in love with Coyle’s assistant instead of him?” Hazel asked before they stepped into the elevator, which was now moving.“Jude is more than my expectations of a man, he is the man suitable for
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
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
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
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
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
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 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
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