Hazel.Everything just seems to irritate me right now, and I'm pointing the finger at Andrey Leonardo for putting me in this foul mood. I'm ticked off, and though I know the reasons behind it, I'm choosing to sidestep the truth because facing it means admitting too much to myself. I'm just not ready for that kind of confrontation with my conscience.But darn it, I can't stop replaying how Andrey almost treated me like his mistress or whatever he wanted when he knew he was about to tie the knot. It's crystal clear now – he wanted me for sex. I should've seen it coming, the way he was so patient with me; to him, the wait probably seemed worth it. "Asshole," I mutter under my breath."Who?" my mother chimes in, oblivious to my internal mayhem. I roll my eyes as she bustles around the room, packing for a sudden trip she's decided to take. I try not to read too much into it, but there's this nagging feeling that she's trying to escape something."Mom?" I call out, and she shoots me a look,
Andrey. "Why her?" Jayden asked, his voice cutting through the silence of the car."Why anyone else when she exists?" I retorted, answering his unnecessary question. He gave me a quizzical look, then shook his head, focusing back on driving. "This girl has really gotten to you," he remarked.I chuckled softly, shoulders shrugging. "She doesn't know this, but she has a lot of power over me. And that scares me a lot. I've never felt this way for anyone," I admitted, sighing."Not even Madison," Jayden scoffed. I looked at him with a shocked expression. Madison was his sister, and I never expected him to bring her name into this. A strange discomfort curled in my chest. I glanced at Jayden and shook my head. "Don’t start," I pleaded. I didn't want to delve into that painful memory, the blame unfairly pinned on me for her death after she had an abortion, claiming the child was mine.I never took Madison's life as she took mine until her tragic end, and everyone accused me of causing it.
Hazel. The party was a blur of laughter, music, and swirling lights. But amidst the chaos, there was a moment frozen in time, etched into the deepest recesses of my memory—the rooftop. Chris and I, cocooned in our own world, away from the pulsating energy below. He leaned against the railing, a cigarette dangling from his lips, the soft glow illuminating his features. I remember how his eyes sparkled with dreams of the future as he spoke, his words weaving promises of forever."I can see it, Hazel," he murmured, exhaling a plume of smoke into the night air. "Us, together, conquering the world."And in that moment, I believed him. I believed in us. My heart swelled with love and hope, the weight of his words anchoring me to a future I yearned to embrace.But time has a cruel way of unraveling even the strongest of bonds. Life happened—dreams shattered, promises broken, and love faded like a fleeting whisper carried away by the wind.And now, here I am, lying in a sterile hospital room
Andrey. Every fiber of my being is devoted to protecting Hazel, but every day presents new challenges. It's not that I'm incapable of facing them, but it's startling how those who claim to love me can inflict the deepest wounds. The very ones who purport to shield me often become my enemies. Trust has become a luxury I can't afford; not even in my own judgment around Hazel. Despite my desire to be with her always, there are times I force myself to keep a distance. It pains me, but I can't shake the fear that I might unwittingly bring harm to her. Like today, she injured her head and blacked out. My mind instantly accuses Amanda of foul play, yet I grapple with the possibility of it being just an accident. Still, the suspicious circumstances linger. Amanda's warnings echo in my mind, her words a haunting reminder of the danger Hazel faces by being with me. The sight of Hazel, more broken than ever after Amanda's wrath, is unbearable. As Amanda cruelly terminated her employme
Hazel. My entire being quivered with fear, each pulse of my heart reverberating through my ears like a relentless drumbeat. Waves of dizziness and nausea assaulted me, leaving me reeling in their wake. I clutched my knees tightly to my chest, seeking relief in their embrace, yet finding none. Attempting to steady myself, I rocked back and forth, a futile effort in the face of such overwhelming situation. "Hazel," a distant voice pierced through the haze, its echo hauntingly indistinct. My surroundings blurred into a disorienting swirl, distorting even the sound of my own name. Only the sensation of a hand upon my shoulder managed to anchor me to reality, eliciting a startled gasp as I jerked upright to meet the gaze of its owner."He's on his way," she assured me, but comprehension eluded my grasp like grains of sand slipping through desperate fingers. "We're safe, Hazel, don't be afraid," she continued, though her words failed to quell the rising tide of unease within me. How could
Andrey. Hazel is so stubborn , a trait that both frustrates and intrigues me to no end. Despite her stubbornness, I am compelled to maintain patience in her presence. There's an allure in her fierce independence, a quality I admire even as I recognize the vulnerability she conceals beneath her facade. She guards her emotions closely, yet to me, she's an open book, transparent as glass."Where is she heading to now?" I inquire, the urgency evident in my voice. "It seems she's headed towards her mother's apartment," the guard replies dutifully. "Keep a watchful eye on her and ensure her safety. Inform me of the address upon her arrival." With that directive given, I conclude the call, setting the phone down upon the desk with a heavy sigh. My hand instinctively finds its way through my hair, a gesture born of frustration and concern.The disdainful sound of Jayden's scoff reaches my ears, a predictable reaction to my ongoing vigilance over Hazel. I've grown accustomed to his disappro
Hazel"Are you implying I'm being held against my will? Because if so, I won't hesitate to raise the alarm and summon the authorities," I asserted, my tone laced with a mixture of defiance and anger. Yet, his stoic demeanor remained unbothered, stoking the flames of my rage."You're not going anywhere, Hazel. There's nowhere for you to flee," he countered, his words landing like a heavy weight upon my shoulders. I despised the truth in his assertion. This sprawling estate was indeed my sole refuge, a fact that filled me with a sense of entrapment."This is your main house, not merely a guest house as you led me to believe," I accused, my voice tinged with resentment. The discrepancy between his portrayal and the reality of the situation gnawed at my sense of trust.Andreylet out a weary sigh, his hand instinctively reaching to massage the furrowed lines of his brow. Though my tantrums threatened to wear down his patience, his gaze softened with genuine concern as he met my eyes. He re
Andrey "What if, we chance upon Amanda or, heaven forbid, mother thinks we are together?" Her words lingered in the air, casting a pall over the atmosphere. I stole a fleeting glance at her, a pang of disappointment coursing through me, though I masked it adeptly. Bringing the car to a halt by the roadside, I turned to face her, her countenance betraying a hint of worry."Why... you stopped... why did we stopped," she queried, her voice tinged with uncertainty. Calmly, I probed her gaze, noting the fleeting glimmer of sorrow before she blinked, her eyes now veiled in sadness. "You don't wish to meet my mamma?" I inquired, maintaining an air of composure. Silence met my inquiry, save for the somber exchange of glances.Placing a tender hand against her cheek, she exhaled softly, her eyelids fluttering shut. "I did not mean it that way," she murmured softly. "You should've told me earlier, I would've bought her something," she continued. A gentle chuckle escaped me, resonating with wa