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
The next morning, Hazel felt the rays of the sun hit her face before she slowly opened her eyes to find Coyle standing by the window with his back facing her.He had a cup of coffee and gently sipped it. Hazel’s gaze moved to the clock, and she noticed it was 9 a.m. Since it was a Sunday, she didn't bother waking up early.“Good morning,” Hazel muttered, and Coyle turned to face her; her sleepy look made him love her more and more.“Despite the time of the day, she still looks so pretty,” a smile formed on his lips before he approached her.“How are you feeling this morning?” he asked, not forgetting the fact that she wasn't feeling well last night.“Fine, I will freshen up." Hazel hurried to the bathroom, and he frowned. Was she upset? He thought .Hazel was always calm and timid, so he just couldn't tell when she was upset or happy, talking about a closed book.Hazel got dressed in a simple blue gown before she went downstairs to the kitchen and found Sharon cleaning up.“Good morni
Hazel ended the call with her mum and had found the perfect pair of earrings. She picked up her purse and approached the seller and shoved the earrings to her.“Please add this with the ring.”The lady nodded and asked for Hazel’s card, which she handed, and it was swiped.“Thanks,” Hazel smiled at the lady before she turned to leave the shop with Tasha, but an alarm signalled.The security guards quickly rushed towards them, but this left them surprised.“Why did the alarm set on? We paid for the jewellery,” Tasha asked in a confused tone before the seller lady walked towards them.“Hum, it must be a false alarm. Can you please hand the jewellery to me and try to walk out again?” she asked in a respectful tone, as the ladies had just bought two expensive pieces of jewellery, and they couldn’t be thieves.Hazel handed the jewellery back to the lady and tried stepping out of the shop, and it signaled an alarm again.“What’s happening?” Hazel asked, confused.“I am sorry, ma’am, but can
Hazel couldn’t get over the excitement of getting a new car; she kept staring at the car with a smile on her face. She was finally brought out of her trance by a call from Coyle; he had left for work two hours ago. Why was he suddenly calling? She thought before the call got connected.“Hello?”“I will pick you up tonight; let’s have dinner,” he said, and Hazel had a bright smile on her face.“Okay,” she answered, and he said a few things before the call disconnected.Hazel sent a message to Tasha asking if they could go shopping as she wanted to get a ring for Coyle, and Tasha agreed at once; after all, she didn't want to be stuck at home.Minutes later, Tasha showed up at the Anderson’s mansion, and as she walked down to her car, her gaze was focused on the new car at the entrance.“Hey.” Hazel approached her so they could leave, but Tasha pointed at the car.“Did Coyle get a new car?”A smile crept on Hazel’s lips, and Tasha got to understand what was going on just from her smile.
Damon said this while ignoring Coyle’s threatening gaze; he thought, “If he thinks sending me to jail will make me fear him, then he should think again.”“I will leave now.” Hazel waved at Muna and Dora before she got her purse upstairs and left the mansion with Coyle. He sat next to her, busy on his phone, while she focused on the city view during the drive.Soon, the car parked in front of the Anderson mansion, and they both walked down the car, and Hazel was about to walk in when she noticed a brand new Mercedes Benz GLE by the side and got curious.“Did someone come?” Hazel thought they must have visitors and was even more curious to get to the sitting room to see who it was.On arrival, she couldn't find anyone. “No one?”“Coyle,” Hazel called; only then did she realise he was behind her and had a car key extended towards her.“If you don’t like the colour or mark, then I will get it changed,” Coyle explained, and Hazel’s eyes widened in shock.“What?” she muttered in disbelief,
Damon said this while ignoring Coyle’s threatening gaze; he thought, “If he thinks sending me to jail will make me fear him, then he should think again.”“I will leave now.” Hazel waved at Muna and Dora before she got her purse upstairs and left the mansion with Coyle. He sat next to her, busy on his phone, while she focused on the city view during the drive.Soon, the car parked in front of the Anderson mansion, and they both walked down the car, and Hazel was about to walk in when she noticed a brand new Mercedes Benz GLE by the side and got curious.“Did someone come?” Hazel thought they must have visitors and was even more curious to get to the sitting room to see who it was.On arrival, she couldn't find anyone. “No one?”“Coyle,” Hazel called; only then did she realise he was behind her and had a car key extended towards her.“If you don’t like the colour or mark, then I will get it changed,” Coyle explained, and Hazel’s eyes widened in shock.“What?” she muttered in disbelief,
Hazel had an embarrassed look before she shook her head in denial. “What are you apologising for?” she muttered.“I thought Coyle left. I wanted to talk to you before you went to bed, but we can talk tomorrow,” Muna explained and turned to leave when Hazel quickly stopped her.“We could talk now,” Hazel suggested, and Coyle frowned at her before he stood up and walked to the door. He wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her closer to him.“We were having an important conversation,” he reminded her with a teasing look, and she slipped away from him and hurried out of the bedroom.“I will talk with Grandma first,” she chuckled and walked forward before turning to face Muna. “Won’t you come?”Muna sighed heavily before she followed Hazel; they went to Muna’s bedroom, and she closed the door. Hazel noticed there were a lot of pieces of jewellery on the bed, expensive ones, and she had a bright smile.“Grandma, do you want me to help you choose what jewellery will suit you?” Hazel
The family was finally done with dinner, and Coyle stood up with his gaze on Hazel. “Grandma, we will leave now,” he said, and Muna shook her head in denial, she didn't want Hazel to leave, especially not tonight.“Hazel isn't too well; how about you let her return tomorrow?” She suggested, and Coyle frowned. Why will he return without his wife? Especially when he had already released Damon from jail, will he give him the chance to come close to his wife?“I also want to spend the night,” Hazel chimed in, and Coyle frowned at her, but she ignored his look and turned her attention to Sam.“Are you also spending the night here, Aunt?”“No, I need to leave.” Sam stood on her feet and pecked her mum’s cheeks before she patted Hazel’s shoulder.“You will feel better by tomorrow morning. Good night.” She waved at the family and left.Audrey quickly left for her bedroom after having dinner, and Muna knew the couple needed some time alone, so she stood up.“Let’s go to bed; it’s late,” Muna s
Fortunately for Hazel, she arrived downstairs and found the family having dinner and was starving, and Sam was present; she had heard what happened to Hazel and felt sad for her.“Hazel, how is your hand?” Sam asked, and Hazel stared at her hand before she feigned a smile.“It wasn't that serious, Aunt.”“Of course, Sommer said that.” Audrey snorted; she can’t believe they had sent her cousin out of the house because of Hazel.“Stop with the attitude,” Dora frowned at her daughter, who snorted.“I don’t understand why you all had to send Sommer out just because of this low-class woman. Is that how low you all have gone?” Audrey yelled; she knew they were all being nice to Hazel because they wanted to get on Coyle’s good side; after all, he was the master of their home.“Speak to my wife that way one more time and you will wish you never did,” Coyle warned as he approached the dining table.All Audrey could do was clench her fist below the table; she knew just like how Coyle had sent D
Hazel walked into the sitting room and spotted Muna on the couch with some kneading thread; she got curious and approached Muna.“What are you doing, Muna?” Hazel asked and sat next to Muna, who shoved the little pullover she was kneading to Hazel.“It’s been long since I knitted a pullover, so I am trying to reacquire my skills,” she chuckled, and Hazel nodded.Muna suddenly had a slight frown on her face before she dropped the threads and focused her gaze on Hazel.“Does Coyle talk to you about the problems he faces at the company?” Muna asked, and Hazel shook her head in denial. She never asked, and he also never told her, but she had no issues with that; it’s not like she was going to understand a thing.“You know, his dad was a good investor, but he went bankrupt after investing in a technology; the technology never got to the market,” Muna explained.“He lost a lot and was also losing his mind; he had taken two years off the company to study how technology products are being mar
Hazel sat on the bench beside the garden while sipping the coffee; all she thought about was Coyle.She was trying to figure out what he was doing at this moment and if he would come back, also how she could make it up to him.The ringing sound from her phone suddenly interrupted her thoughts; it was a call from Mia.“Hello, Mia?” Hazel said once the call got connected.“Did you really drop a resignation letter?” Mia asked in disbelief, Why would her secretary just wake up one morning and choose to quit her job without letting her know in advance?“I am sorry, Mia; maybe we could talk in person?” Hazel asked, since she no longer worked for Mia. Then it was only right she told her about Coyle Anderson.“You now want to fix a meeting with me?” Mia snorted before she ended the call.Hazel sighed heavily; she knew she was in the wrong for suddenly leaving her job without any good excuse, but she didn't send the resignation letter; Coyle did.Her phone rang one more time, and she quickly c