All Chapters of His Deadly Obsession: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The morning light filtered through the curtains as Hazel opened her eyes, finding herself alone in the vast bed. The rhythmic ticking of a nearby clock underscored the solitude.Francisco, an early riser, was already up.As Hazel contemplated her predicament, her hand instinctively reached for her forehead. She pondered the choices ahead, realizing that the precipice she stood upon offered no escape. Determination ignited within her; she vowed to do whatever it took to earn Francisco's trust.Abruptly, the washroom door creaked open, and Hazel's gaze shifted towards the source of the sound. There stood Francisco, his wet hair tousled and unruly as he vigorously rubbed it with a towel. Droplets of water meandered down his sharp jaw line, highlighting the contours of his face.A peculiar sense of shame crept over Hazel as she begrudgingly acknowledged the arresting handsomeness of the criminal before her.The wet strands of Francisco's hair grazed his forehead, and the water-kissed skin

The car came to a stop in front of a mall, and Hazel gracefully stepped out. Her bodyguard, the one Francisco hired for her, remained dutifully by her side. Hazel took a moment to look around, the wheels in her mind turning.'I need to run away from here.''I don’t have my passport or anything. Francisco took everything from me.'As they started walking, Hazel abruptly halted in front of a dazzling diamond shop. A spark of mischief gleamed in her eyes as she declared, "I want to buy diamonds.""No problem, ma’am. Boss gave a card for you," her bodyguard replied.Hazel arched her eyebrows, feigning surprise, and asked, "I see."She tilted her head and added, "What is your name?""You can call me Arthur."A slight smile played on Hazel's lips as she said, "Arthur, you should be a model."Hazel's comment caught Arthur off guard, and he blushed slightly. He wasn't accustomed to compliments, especially not from the likes of Hazel.Arthur quickly lowered his gaze, attempting to change the t

As Francisco indulged in a much-needed shower, the tranquility of the hotel room was shattered by the arrival of room service bearing dinner. A man entered carrying the meal, followed closely by another with two bottles of champagne in hand.Hazel's patience wore thin as she took a deep breath, her eyes rolling in exasperation at the intrusion. The men placed the food and drinks on the table before her, offering courteous nods as they curtsied in her direction."Have a nice time, Ms.," one of them offered, their voices polite but their presence unwelcome in Hazel's eyes.But their attempt at hospitality took a turn when one of the men spoke up, voicing concern about the flavors of champagne they had brought."But as Sir did not tell us which flavor he likes, so we served two flavors," he explained, his words causing Hazel's eyes to narrow in suspicion.Maintaining a casual demeanor, Hazel replied, "It’s okay. I also don’t know his flavor. When he comes, I will tell him, he will inform

"Sir!"Adam's voice cut through the air, drawing Alex's attention away from his thoughts. Alex turned to face Adam, his expression expectant as he noticed the paper in Adam's hands."What happened, Adam?" Alex inquired, his tone tinged with curiosity and a hint of concern."Sir, it's about the call. It was actually from Texas," Adam explained, his words causing Alex's brow to furrow in confusion."Texas?" Alex repeated, his mind racing with possibilities as he tried to make sense of the new information.Adam nodded in confirmation, his demeanor serious as he relayed the details."The person who was following spotted him last at the airport," Adam continued, his voice laced with urgency.Alex's features hardened as he absorbed the information, a sense of unease settling in the pit of his stomach."But there was a lot of security, and he could not find out where Francisco left," Adam added, his words punctuated by a note of frustration."Also, he could not tell out his identity as we co

Hazel sat on the balcony, engrossed in a magazine, her thoughts filled with frustration at Francisco's behavior. Flipping through the pages, she stumbled upon a picture of Francisco and Emily together, igniting a surge of irritation within her.‘I can't believe how a man can be like this,’ she muttered to herself, her voice laced with disdain.‘I wish I could expose him in front of everyone.’Lost in her thoughts, she was startled when Francisco's voice broke the silence from behind her. He whispered, "What happened?"Hazel tensed, caught off guard by his sudden presence. She resisted the urge to turn around, keeping her gaze fixed on the magazine."Nothing," she replied curtly, her tone betraying her irritation."Just a magazine," she replied tersely, her frustration evident in her voice.Francisco moved closer, brushing her hair aside to rest his chin on her shoulder."What are you reading?" he inquired softly.Hazel sighed, her frustration building as Francisco continued to test he