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
Coyle pushed Sommer away and frowned at her, knowing fully well that she had done this intentionally. “I am sorry, Coyle." Sommer apologized at once, but Coyle’s gaze was focused on Hazel.“Uhm, do you need a cup of coffee?” Hazel asked with a heavy heart, trying to blink her tears back; she didn't want to cry.“Hazel” Coyle called with a tone filled with disbelief; he knew every normal lady at her place would cause a fuss right now, but she was so calm and even asked if he needed coffee.“And Sommer, will you stay for breakfast?” Hazel turned her gaze to Sommer, who nodded happily.“She won't,” Coyle stated, and Sommer knew it was better to leave than worsen matters; after all, she already achieved one of the things she came here for: to plant a seed of doubt in Hazel’s mind.“I will leave then." Sommer walked downstairs with an amazed look; she retracted her phone and typed a message to Damon.“Unbelievable, that Hazel is a rock,” she sent the message when she bumped into someone.“O
After breakfast, Coyle returned to his study and got busy with work while Hazel watched a movie; she remembered she had to call Ray and have a serious conversation with him.So she picked up her phone and dialed his contact, which got connected after a few rings. “Hello?” Hazel said when Ray’s hoarse voice came in.“I know why you called Hazel, and I assure you everything will be fixed; I will be in the country tomorrow,” Ray explained, and Hazel sighed in great relief.“How about the divorce papers?” Hazel asked anxiously.“I will never sign that Hazel; you know Tasha sometimes gets angry at an exaggerated level and does things she doesn't mean, so don't worry because I will be there tomorrow,” Ray added, and after they talked for a while, the call got disconnected.Hazel wanted to ask about the miscarriage, but she knew it must also be a sensitive topic for him. She heard footsteps come downstairs.Coyle walked to her before his gaze moved to the clock. “I am leaving the country; I
The hall was filled with big business men who had all showed up for the launching of the new product who was told will change their lives forever.Coyle was busy discussing with some business men who kept trying to congratulate him for the product “I think you are congratulating the wrong person…Tradtech has a CEO you know” he said, he knew they were trying to garner favour from him so they could get the product installed in their companies and homes but he had no say in it.“But you are the…”“Yeah but i don’t handle Tradtech businesses anymore…” Coyle explained, of course he remains one of the biggest shareholder of Tradtech but he didn’t manage the business…he was focused on other lines of business and his wifeTalking of his wife, Hazel had just stepped into the hall with Muna and the others. A smile formed on his lips before he turned to those business men “Excuse me”They chuckled among themselves “He is a finished man, look at him running to his wife” they burst out in laughter
Mia sat in her office watching a Korean movie with a wide smile plastered on her face. She had chosen to be happy and come to terms with the fact that she will never get a fairytale romance life.A knock came from the door, and she frowned. “I am busy,” she yelled and continued with her movie, but the door pushed open, and her gaze shifted to the door.“You.” She quickly dropped her phone, and Jude scanned her office, his gaze landing on the many awards she displayed in her office, and couldn’t help but chuckle; it was so her.“Uhm…how can I help you?” Mia asked while rubbing her palms nervously, It’s been a month, and she hasn’t talked to him and chose to focus on healing because she knew there was no way he would ever consider her.“Here,” he shoved a folder to Mia, who picked it up and went through it, and her eyes lit up, but she chose to be composed.“Is this real?” she asked, and Jude nodded, and a smile formed on her lips.“Wait…why did you accept now?” She wondered, earlier wh
Damon was quickly sent to the emergency room with Dora, and Arthur kept pacing in front of the ward with Muna.“My grandson,” Muna was all pale from crying so much; she just wanted her grandson to be fine.“He will be fine,” Coyle said from behind, and they all turned to him before Muna hurried and hugged him tightly.“Coyle…Coyle.”“I am fine, Muna.” He kissed her forehead and smiled at Arthur, who nodded.“How is Hazel?” Muna asked, and Coyle nodded.“They are fine,” he replied with a wide smile. The doctors already did a checkup on her, and she was fine… All she needed was rest and a good meal.“They?” Arthur questioned.“Hmm…she is pregnant,” he blurted, and they all got sore eyes before the emergency ward pushed open.“How are they?” Arthur hurried to the doctor.“Your wife’s case is so critical, and I don’t think she will be able to live past five minutes,” the doctor explained, and Arthur gritted his teeth.“But your son is fine… He will be transferred to the general ward soon,
Dora chuckled and smacked her lips. “Coyle Anderson,” she called, and he walked closer and stood next to Damon.“Where is Hazel?”“If you go on your knee and beg me, then maybe…just maybe I could tell you where she is.” Dora burst out in laughter; she couldn’t believe they thought she was going to tell them where Hazel was.“I gave you what you asked for, so why didn’t you keep your side of the deal?” Coyle questioned, and Dora scoffed.“So what? I tell you where Hazel is and then get arrested by the cops?” She questioned, and Ray’s gaze moved to her phone, which was on the chair and kept ringing in silence.“Why? Why do this to me? My parents loved you.” Coyle questioned because he just couldn’t understand why Dora could do such.“I will check the other rooms.” Damon walked past Dora and picked up her phone before he dialled the number that just called her.“The ship is ready, but the lady keeps nagging. Is it okay if we give her sleeping pills?” A voice asked over the phone, and Dam
Coyle hurried to the kid who had cried his eyes out; there was a bomb wrapped around his waist, and he had no idea what to do.“Calm down….I am here,” he muttered and suddenly heard footsteps from the door. He quickly turned to find the cops and the expert.“Hurry up,” he prompted the expert, who stepped forward and got busy trying to deactivate the bomb.“Get him out of here…please,” Coyle said and turned to leave when Sven called.“Father…please, I am scared; don’t leave me here,” he cried out, and Coyle clenched his fist.He walked back, and the expert was taking a lot of time to deactivate the bomb. “It’s complicated, one minute,” he assured Coyle before he finally succeeded in deactivating it.“Sven…these men will take you home, and I will be right there, okay? I just have to find the criminals responsible for this,” he explained to the kid, who nodded.“Come with me.” Coyle pointed at the expert who followed him to his car, and he drove out before dialling Ray’s contact.“Did yo
Coyle had signalled the officers, and they were busy searching for Sven as well, and Sharon served everyone coffee, but they were all anxious waiting for Dora’s message.It had been more than an hour since she last called, and Coyle was already losing his mind. “She is doing this intentionally,” Coyle cursed before he clenched his fist.Damon’s phone rang, and he stared at them. “It’s her,” he said, and the call got connected before he placed it on speaker.“Your wife is such a nuisance, and I am tired of her… So I will tell you her location,” Dora said with a frustrated tone. She was tired.“And Sven…he is so noisy.”“Why do you have Sven? He is your grandson, so will you also hurt him?” Tasha asked in disbelief, was Dora that heartless?“I know how much Coyle loves his kid and wife, so I am going to hold onto them dearly,” she chuckled before Coyle’s phone signalled new messages.Dora had sent images to him; the first was one of Hazel tied to a chair with a bomb wrapped around her,
Coyle kept driving at full speed. After Dora had called her men, they were able to track Hazel’s location and immediately got into the car and drove out.“We are almost there.” Jude was behind his car with Ray, and they kept driving at full speed before arriving at the forest driveway leading to the mansion.“Coyle!!” Coyle’s gaze moved out of the window when he heard Hazel call; he saw a truck drive past them, and he could spot Hazel by the window.He quickly stopped the car. “Hazel…” he muttered and turned the wheels of his car, but countless nails were poured behind the truck, but he didn’t mind and drove past them as it ruined all his tyres.“Hazel,” he called and kept driving, but his car slowed down, and the truck was suddenly out of sight. He hurried down the car and pulled his hair in frustration when Jude and Ray ran to him.“They transferred her,” Ray said, and Coyle kicked his car angrily and kept pulling his hair…he was close…so close to her.“Fuck…fuck Dora,” he scolded a
Damon had stayed in his bedroom for a while now, lost in thought. He can’t believe his world was falling apart. All this while he blamed Coyle, meanwhile his mum was behind it.His phone rang, bringing him out of his trance, and he checked the caller…it was Coyle.He chuckled; this was the first time in ten years that Coyle ever rang his phone. “Hmm,” Damon said once the call got connected.“We are all set.”Damon walked out of his bedroom and downstairs before he scanned the sitting room but couldn’t find anyone. His gaze landed on Dora’s phone, which was on the table.His gaze moved to the kitchen, where he found Dora making coffee, so he hurried to her phone and unlocked it before he kept manipulating it.“Is it linked?” Damon asked Coyle who was still connected, but there was no reply, so he kept trying to link the phone.“It’s linked.” Coyle said, “We are going through the messages and her call logs…” Coyle added, and Damon dropped the phone and rubbed his palms nervously, hoping
Jude kept going through the company footage on his laptop. He had seen when some men hurried and hid in Hazel’s car before she got in. He kept replaying it to see if he could get their faces, but they all wore masks.Ray sat next to him with a frustrated tone. “Wait…zoom in,” he said, and Jude did just that before he stared at the watch one of the men had.“It’s customised, there must be a name….keep zooming” he said before he stood up and walked to Coyle who has been busy making phone calls, he just wanted everyone on the case.“If Dora has her, then believe me, she won’t hurt her… There is something she wants and probably plans to use her as collateral,” he explained, and Coyle chuckled.“Her husband is scared of her….so isn't that enough signal that she is a crazy person?” Coyle scolded before his gaze shifted to the door and he spotted Damon; he clenched his fist and walked to the door.“You have some balls showing up here” he scolded and Damon itched his nose.“I only came to hel