Hazel was all quiet in the car, not paying attention to what Coyle was saying. She kissed her teeth angrily; she was annoyed and felt like a fool right now.“Hazel?” Coyle called, and she stared at him. He has been asking her questions, but she was all quiet.“Did something happen to your parents?” He asked, and she shook her head and leaned back, closed her eyes, and feigned to be asleep.What was going on in her life? She had no idea. Why was Coyle not mad at her? Why was he giving her the signals that he loved her instead?“I am not the bride he wanted, so why all this?” Does she even deserve the chain and all the kindness he keeps showing her? Now Hazel had doubts about herself and life; maybe all this was a dream, and she wasn't married; she was probably in the Jones mansion, upstairs in her bedroom in deep sleep, having a perfect dream.Soon, the car arrived at the Anderson mansion, and Coyle had to carry her upstairs as she had fallen asleep for real. He placed her on the soft
“Hey…” Hazel hurried to her bag, but the food had poured to the ground.“I said leave; this isn't a brothel but a working space,” the receptionist scolded, and a tear rolled down Hazel’s cheeks. She wasn't hurt by the receptionist's words but just hurt because Coyle wouldn’t get to eat the breakfast she made.“Mrs. Anderson,” Jude rushed towards her. Coyle was in a meeting and his phone was with him, so he had picked up her call, but he didn't hear her speak even when he kept talking.He was about to hang up when he heard Hazel saying she came to see Coyle and also the receptionist scolding her, so he hurried downstairs immediately but never expected to meet her in tears.“Are you okay, Mrs. Anderson?” he asked, and the receptionists went all pale. Did Jude just call that lady Mrs. Anderson? She thought.Hazel stood up and cleaned her tears. “I am fine; I just wanted to see Coyle. It’s my fault I didn't book an appointment.”“An appointment? You don't need one to see your husband. In
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
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
Hazel was done freshening up and walked out of the bathroom when she bumped into Coyle; he had been standing by the door waiting for her.“Uhm...hey.” She was so nervous because of how they ended things at his office and turned to walk past him when he grabbed her hand and pulled her back.Hazel flinched and grabbed onto her towel, which was at the verge of leaving her body. “What…what are you doing?” Hazel stuttered, and he raised a brow.“Do I need a reason to want you close to me?” Coyle questioned, and she shook her head in denial.“I need to leave; I am sure Muna hasn’t eaten the entire day, so…”“I should have told you.” Coyle chimed in, and her brows furrowed.“I should have told you about Arthur and my plans,” he added, and Hazel nodded; he should have, but he didn't.“Why didn’t you?” She questioned, and he let go of her hand.“Maybe because I didn’t want you to dampen the fire in me, to make me forgive and let go.” He knew that was the type of person she was; she would have
Hazel drove back to the mansion and was visited by an unexpected scene. At the entrance of the house were Tasha and Mia in a heated argument.She could hear them yell from her car.“Hazel is my best friend, and I have every right to be here; as for you…you have no right,” Tasha scolded, and Mia chuckled.“You must be stupid for saying that. Do you really think I have no right to be here?” Mia asked, and Hazel sighed.She parked the car and walked towards them. “Hazel,” they both called in unison, and she frowned.“Seriously, what’s this about?” Hazel questioned angrily.“You are both adults but keep arguing every time you meet; don’t you both have more productive things to do with your lives?” Hazel scolded as tears rushed down her cheeks, and they both stared at her in disbelief.“What’s wrong, baby?” Tasha hugged Hazel tightly as she kept crying; she rubbed her hair and cleaned her tears.“It’s okay; I am here now, and I will take care of it. Just give me names.” Tasha said angrily,
Coyle chuckled and approached them. He stood in front of Muna and said, “I love you, Muna. I will do anything for you, but I love my parents as well, and they deserve justice.”“What stupid justice? Do you know how much Arthur loved his brother? Do you even know the bond they shared? How dare you think he would kill his brother?” Muna scolded, gripping her chest tightly. Damon quickly held her in his arms.“Come on, Muna. Let’s just leave. It’s obvious he’s sold his soul to the devil,” Damon muttered bitterly.Coyle clenched his fists but didn’t say another word. He knew Muna was already in a fragile state and didn’t want to hurt her further by responding.“If he’s innocent, then let him prove it. The cops wouldn’t have arrested him if they didn’t have evidence,” Coyle said as he walked back to his desk.Muna moved forward, her voice firm. “Show me the proof,” she demanded. She was determined to see what so-called "evidence" he had.“With pleasure.” Coyle retrieved some photos from hi
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