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Hazel. I watched him walk away, my own words echoing in my mind. I'd told him I didn't want him around anymore, that I was done with us. But now, as tears stream down my face, I can't shake the feeling that I've made a huge mistake. I thought I'd feel relieved after ending things, but instead, I feel ten times worse.Why did I push him away? Why couldn't I just give him another chance? Maybe if he'd pleaded a little more, I would've forgiven him. Or maybe I should've asked him to give me time to think things over. But instead, I sent him away, and now I'm left wondering if he'll ever come back. What if this is the end for us?I curl up into a ball, closing my eyes as another wave of tears crashes over me. My heart races, each beat echoing the pain I'm feeling. But even though I'm furious with Andrey, I can't deny that I still crave his presence, his comfort. It hurts more than anything to have pushed him away when deep down, I still long for him.I can still vividly recall those days
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Andrey. I plant a gentle kiss on her forehead, reassuring her that I won't be gone for long. Stepping out of the house, I slide into the car, greeted by Sam's concerned question."Are you sure about this, Sir?" Sam asks, his eyes reflecting his worry as he prepares to drive me home to get ready for my media appearance."This is Hazel we're talking about. You know I'll do whatever it takes for her," I reply firmly, conviction ringing in my voice. Sam nods, understanding my purpose, and begins the journey.As we drive, I sink back into my seat, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. Knowing Hazel is safe, under my watchful eye, brings me immense comfort. Despite having been apart for just a day, it feels like an eternity. Many may question my actions, thinking them irrational, but they fail to grasp the depth of the connection between Hazel and me. It's a bond forged in mutual understanding and unwavering support. I may not be certain if my love is reciprocated, but I have no doubt th
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Hazel. "Oh my God," Ann gasps through the phone, her excitement palpable even through the receiver. "Oh God, I can't breathe," she exclaims, her voice reaching a pitch that makes me instinctively move the phone away from my ear, fearing for its safety. "You guys are together now, aw, oh my God, Hazel. You have no idea how thrilled I am to know you've moved on from Chris. That jerk," she continues, her words tumbling out in a rush of excitement.I can't help but laugh at her enthusiasm. "I moved on from him long before Andrey even came into the picture," I reassure her, trying to contain my own excitement. Ann scoffs at the mention of Chris. "Enough about that jerk. How's he? How are you guys doing? Did you already...?" Her words trail off into a suggestive hum, causing me to grimace."You are so disgusting," I tease, though I can't help but laugh along with her. If only she knew that Andrey and I had already had sex countless times before we even officially got together. "But on
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Andrey. She kept questioning our destination as she noticed we weren't heading towards any of my usual houses. At first, she pretended to be annoyed, but after a few minutes, her curiosity got the better of her."Can you please just tell me where we're going now already?" she asked, her lips pouted in a cute expression. Unable to resist, I leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her lips, eliciting a smile from her."It's a surprise, baby," I whispered, my gaze fixed on her lips. I couldn't resist kissing her again, and this time, she responded eagerly, her hand lingering on my face. I could taste what she had drank in my mouth. I loved the taste. Pulling back gently, I met her gaze with a tender expression. "I love you," I confessed, feeling the depth of my emotions for her. "So much," I added, my heart swelling with affection.Her smile widened, and she bit her lower lip in a gesture that drove me wild. Wrapping her arms around my bicep, she rested her head on my shoulder, and in tha
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
