Hazel. Making out with him while on his laps and in his private jet was even better than it had been in his bed. Andrey know what I liked, the moves that made me moan and gasp and sink my finger into his hair. He pulled back and smiled up at me, his hands roaming up and down my back before he cups my butt and gives it a gently squeeze--I smiled, biting my lower lip. I hate it when I do that because it meant I was going nuts over him. How did I get so obsessed with this man?“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice was rich and deep. Warmth ran between my legs, leaving on emptiness behind I was afraid only he could fill. He leans in, his lips against my cheek, brushing it lightly—and still that light touch sent shivers through my nerves, shivers that made my whole body tremble. "If you want me to stop, tell me now," he whispered. When I still said nothing, he brushed his mouth against the hollow of my temple. "Or now." He traced the line of my cheekbone. "Or now." His li
Andrey. "Hazel, what's up?" I asked, noticing her pacing around the room with a furrowed brow.She sighed heavily, her frustration palpable. "It says Andrey and his new girlfriend are off to New York," she muttered, scrolling through her phone. "Do people always gossip? How do they even get this info so quickly?"I glanced up from my phone, where I was chatting with Jayden about some work matters. I'd left him in charge, but it seemed he wasn't quite meeting my expectations. Now I found myself dealing with work even on vacation. Trusting Jayden was one thing, but getting things done exactly how I wanted was another."That's just how social media works, babes," I replied, sympathy lacing my tone.Hazel sighed again, reading aloud another blogger's headline. "Hazel looks terrified like he kidnapped her," she recited, her voice tinged with disbelief. Then she gasped at the next one. “Mafia boss of a strong group and the CEO of Sandro house scene with a cheap gold digger... I can't
Hazel. "Where are you taking me next, Mr. Sandro?" I ask teasingly as we finish wandering around Manhattan, the sun beginning to set. My arms are intertwined with Andrey's as he leads me onward, his destination unknown as usual. Always full of surprises. I wonder how my heart hasn't ceased yet from all his unpredictable surprises. "Patience, my love," he replies softly, planting a kiss on my hand. I giggle and obediently follow his lead. Though tired, I'm reluctant for the day to end. All I can think about is a hot shower and a massage—I certainly need one—but I trust Andrey to surprise me with that too. He takes me to a bridge and instructs me to wait. As he disappears from view, I sigh softly and turn my attention to the waves below. There are swans gliding gracefully on the water, their pristine white feathers reflecting the fading light. They seem to exude a sense of pride in their appearance, and I can't help but admire them. Observing the boats in the distance, I noti
Hazel. Andrey is not usually one to sleep in, but this morning is an exception. The clock strikes ten, and he's still fast asleep, while I've been up for quite some time already. I decide to let him rest, considering our late night out. Last night, I dragged him to a club, despite his apparent discomfort with the whole scene. Even with his guards around, he seemed on edge, citing the differences in laws here in New York. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his cautiousness, typical of the rich elite. After a refreshing shower, I slip into a casual blue top and jeans, ready to tackle the day. There are a few things I spotted at the hotel's shopping mall yesterday that I want to pick up for Ann before we leave tomorrow. Andrey still hasn't revealed our next trip, leaving me curious and eager to find out. Approaching the bed, I lean in to give him a kiss, but he surprises me by pulling me close, his arm wrapping around my waist. "No, Andrey," I protest, giggling. "I need to go
Andrey. She screeched once more, hurling another piece of clothing in my direction. It felt like a storm of anger, each thing she threw adding to the tempest raging within her. For the past ten minutes, she'd been pacing, her movements erratic, her face contorted with frustration. It seemed like anything within arm's reach became a missile aimed at me, and I flinched with each toss.I hesitated to approach her, fearing her wrath. Her silence was more unnerving than any words she could have spoken. It was as if her silence held a weight that drowned out any attempts at communication. Whenever I dared to open my mouth, she silenced me with a guttural growl, a warning sign that I was only fueling her anger.So, I remained still, letting her vent her fury. The onslaught of objects hurled my way didn't matter as much as her well-being. I hoped that once her anger had subsided, she would be ready to listen.Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she collapsed onto the bed, her sobs
Hazel.Maybe I was too harsh on him. Maybe I shouldn't have grilled him like that. Deep down, he probably did it to keep me safe, but I can't shake the feeling that it was all about his selfish interest. I'm mad at both Andrey and Chris, but I'm not taking sides, especially not Chris. Andrey threatened someone's life, and Chris took advantage of me. For what? Love? I can't even say that. They're both toxic. It scares me how obsessed Andrey is with me. I worry at some point, he might hurt me if I turn him down. But then again, he'd never do that. He loves me, whether I stay with him or not. He just wants what's best for me. I realize my reaction this morning was unnecessary. Maybe it's because Andrey made a scene when he saw me with Chris, or maybe I was just mad because he scared Chris off. But shouldn't I be thanking him? I sigh as I toss and turn in bed, hugging a pillow. When I really think about it, it's not all Andrey's fault. Chris took Andrey's money and ran. He would've
Hazel"I really do love working with your team, it's like a dream come true," I express as we stroll out of the meeting hall. Despite the lingering guilt for leaving Palm Angels behind, Francesco's understanding nature eases my conscience. He's so accommodating and easy to get along with, yet simultaneously resolute and dedicated. I deeply admire his work ethic and unwavering commitment."Ah, don't be so hard on yourself. You needed that vacation after what you went through. Right now, I've got some clients waiting for me in my office. We'll catch up later," he reassures me, waving away my concerns with a dismissive gesture. With a nod, I watch him disappear down the hallway before making my way to my office.Today marks my first day back at work, despite originally planning to extend my time off. I couldn't bear the thought of idling away at home for another two weeks, aimlessly pacing the halls of Andrey's guest house and making rearranges of nothing that does not need rearrangin
Andrey."Maa, you're really going overboard," I grumble into the phone, but my mamma can be relentless once she's set her mind on something. "You won't tell me what's wrong. I'm certain Hazel will, so I'm heading to her workplace," she insists firmly. I let out a heavy sigh, rubbing my temples. My mum called me yesterday, and from the moment I picked up the phone, she jumped to the conclusion that something was amiss with me, particularly concerning Hazel. While it's true that a big part of my stress stems from what's going on between Hazel and me, I also have a heap of work-related issues on my plate."You'll only make things worse, mamma. Just let me handle it," I plead, but she huffs and abruptly ends the call. I slump back in my chair, frustrated, and drop the phone onto my desk with a sigh."Seriously, man, you gotta ditch this girl. There are tons of high class ladies practically throwing themselves at you, ready to settle down," Jayden's voice comes through loud and clear.
HazelJayden's hatred for Andrey runs deep, deeper than I could have ever imagined. It's not just me he despises; it's everything Andrey represents. He resents Andrey's wealth, his power, his seemingly charmed life. While Andrey considered him a brother, Jayden nursed a bitter grudge, praying for his downfall at every turn.And why? Because of a tragedy that tore his family apart, a tragedy I knew little about until now. It seems Andrey's actions, or lack thereof, led to the loss of Jayden's sister, Madison. She had been carrying Andrey's child, a fact he denied, and the subsequent abortion cost her life. It's a cruel twist of fate, one that has left Jayden consumed by vengeance.But as he stands before me now, spewing venomous words, I can't help but see him in a different light. He's no longer the friend I once knew; he's become a monster, driven by hatred and a thirst for revenge.I sit on the cold, dirty floor, my eyes locked on him with a mixture of awe and fear, as he contin
Andrey."You should eat something before you blackout," Jayden suggested, his tone surprisingly gentle considering the circumstances. I shot him a glare, unable to fathom how he could even think about food when Hazel's life was hanging in the balance. The very idea of eating made my stomach churn with guilt and anxiety."How can I eat when I know my girlfriend is out there in serious danger?" I snapped, my frustration boiling over. Despite not knowing the full extent of the peril she faced, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at my insides."Look, are you sure this girl didn't just run away and leave town?" Jayden pressed, his skepticism evident in his tone. I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to lash out at him. Enough was enough."If you're not going to help, then I suggest you get the fuck out of here," I retorted, my voice laced with bitterness. He shrugged indifferently, as if my distress meant nothing to him."You said the kidnappers didn't demand money or
Hazel.My stomach was churning like a stormy sea, and I couldn't tell if it was from anxiety or if I was coming down with something. The air was thick with a foul odor that made me want to retch. I took a slow, deep breath, trying to calm myself, and wrapped my arms tightly around my knees. Tears streamed down my cheeks uncontrollably. I was utterly terrified, not knowing what fate awaited me in this grim place.Hours had dragged by, and I hadn't seen a soul pass through the heavy metal door. Voices echoed from beyond, but no one entered. Were they deliberately ignoring me? Were they plotting something sinister? Maybe they intended to abandon me here, alone and helpless. I blame myself for leaving Andrey's house out of anger. Maybe I should have listened to his constant warnings. Maybe I should have asked Sam to drop me at a hotel instead of storming out alone into the unknown streets, vulnerable like prey. Now, I was trapped in this grimy, blood-and-sweat-scented dungeon.The
Hazel."I'll take a look at it first thing tomorrow morning, Lucia. Right now, I've got to get home," I declare, gathering my belongings as I prepare to depart. "Sure thing, I'll send you an email tomorrow," Lucia replies, and with that, I bid her farewell and show her out of my office. Grabbing my handbag, I make my way out of the Palm Angels building. Exhaustion weighs heavily on my shoulders, but the thought of a relaxing shower followed by one of Andrey's heavenly massages brings a smile to my face. Exiting the building, I'm met by the sight of the two bodyguards Andrey has assigned to me. I let out a sigh as I climb into my car. It's a constant reminder of the measures he takes to ensure my safety, though sometimes it feels like I'm being smothered. I pull out of the parking lot, the two guards follow closely behind in their vehicle. It's comforting in a way, knowing they're there, but at the same time, it's a reminder of how much my life has changed since Andrey entered
Andrey. "He could take down any of us," Ezio mused, his voice tinged with apprehension."Or bomb our car," Brando added, his brow furrowed in concern."Or hijack one of us, he's unpredictable," Luca chimed in, his expression grave."Or frame us," Jayden concluded, his tone heavy with worry.While they fretted over worst-case scenarios, I remained seated in my office chair, scrolling through my phone with practiced calmness. "He could take us down, but he can't take down Andrey," Brando declared, catching my attention.I lifted my gaze, fixing it on him. He must have sensed my annoyance because his expression faltered. I hated it when they insinuated that I was somehow superior to them. We were equals, in every sense of the word. When one of us stumbled, we all stumbled. When one of us faced trouble, we were all plunged into the depths."You're not saying anything, like this isn't something to give two shits about," Jayden remarked, his gaze shifting to me.I turned my attenti
Hazel. It's crazy to think we're already two months into this relationship. I've never been happier, even with our little spats now and then. But Andrey, he just keeps making me smile, finding new ways to show his love. I never thought true love was real after Chris, but being with Andrey proves me wrong. Sure, his job as a mafia boss is scary, but he's so good at making me forget about that side of him. Sometimes, I even forget he's not just the CEO of Sandro House, but also a mafia boss with secrets darker than night. Everywhere I go, people treat me with more respect. It's flattering, but sometimes I wonder if it's because I deserve it or just because I'm with someone most people are scared of."Where should I put this?" he asks, planting a sweet kiss on my forehead, causing a fit of giggles to bubble up from within me. "Just leave it on the kitchen counter; I'll sort it out later tonight," I reply, exhaling deeply. Despite the excitement, I can't shake off the nerves after
Andrey."I thought you hated these fancy shindigs," she says, sprawled out on the bed. I let out a sigh, adjusting my tie in the mirror. "I do," I confess. "But there's someone I need to find, and I'm pretty sure they'll be there," I explain. Glancing at my reflection, I see myself in my usual black suit, crisp white shirt, and a sleek black tie. Hazel did a surprisingly great job styling my hair, and I can't help but feel amused at how good she did it.Snatching my wristwatch off the dresser, I slip it on. Just then, Hazel joins me in front of the mirror, wrapping her arms around me from behind. Her warmth brings a smile to my face. "Why can't I tag along?" she complains, poking her head around my side. I turn to face her, taking in her adorable pout.She hugs me again, resting her chin on my chest as she gazes up at me. With her doe-like eyes pleading, it's hard to resist.I wrapped my arms around Hazel as she stood there, pouting in the cutest way imaginable. "The event is only
Hazel. "He really shouldn't have pulled that stunt," I chuckled, shaking my head at Drake's amusing story. "Jumping into a pool just to impress a girl? That's a whole new level of craziness."Drake nodded in agreement, his laughter mingling with mine. "Exactly! It's like he forgot he couldn't swim in the heat of the moment. Talk about a reckless move."As our laughter died down, I found myself intrigued by the idea of meeting Drake's twin. "I'd be curious to see if you two really do look alike," I admitted, leaning back on the desk.Drake shrugged nonchalantly, taking a sip of his drink. "Physically, maybe. But personality-wise, we're polar opposites. Trust me, I've got better taste in women than he does," he added with a playful smirk, his gaze roaming over me appreciatively.I couldn't help but smile at his comment, feeling a hint of flattery despite myself. Leaning in slightly, I couldn't resist asking, "And what type of women are you attracted to, exactly?"Drake met my gaz
Andrey.There are moments in my life where I could care less about the twists and turns, as if they're mere blips on my radar. But betrayal? That's a different story altogether. Betrayal gets under my skin, it crawls into my bones and ignites a fire in my veins. It's a line you don't cross, a boundary you dare not breach. Ezio Mauro, well, he's crossed that line. He's strayed far from where he belongs, starting a brawl he's sure to regret. A brawl he might not walk away from.I just discovered he signed that contract right after learning about Hazel and me. He knew exactly what he was doing, the snake. And Hazel's mother, what was she thinking? Sacrificing her own daughter like that, like she's nothing more than a pawn in some twisted game. How could she be so blind, so selfish? What if something happens to Hazel? Who will be next in line for her twisted schemes? Betrayal cuts deep, and I won't let this one slide. Not without consequences.As much as I hate to admit it, Hazel's mot