All Chapters of His Deadly Obsession: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Francisco held the bulge in his hand. Hazel observed his fully visible veins. Francisco was grabbing it in his strong palm.Hazel hesitated for a moment, her eyes locked on Francisco's intense gaze. The room seemed to shrink around them, her heartbeat echoing in her ears. She felt an unfamiliar pull,Would she be able to swallow the stuff she was about to take? She swallowed, but she could not shake an unidentified attraction to him. She blinked her eyes slowly; it appeared that she had been addicted to him.Hazel inhaled deeply before abruptly grabbing his erection and giving it a questioning, excited gaze. Taking a deep breath, Hazel leaned in, her lips brushing against him. Francisco's breath hitched, his hand gently cradling her head. Hazel closed her eyes, her tongue lightly teasing the tip. She felt Francisco's body tense, a low groan escaping his lips.An unknown arousal rested upon her, and she impulsively stroked it using her tongue. Francisco looked at Hazel and let out a lo

The next morning, Hazel woke up to find herself nestled securely in Francisco's arms. Both of them were naked, their bodies intertwined from a night of intense passion. Hazel glanced at Francisco's face; he was sleeping peacefully, his usual stern expression softened in slumber.Propping herself up on one elbow, Hazel's eyes darted to the table where Francisco's phone lay. She knew it had locked automatically, and any attempt to unlock it would require Francisco's fingerprint. Trying to open it now might wake him, and that was a risk she couldn’t afford.Carefully, Hazel slipped out of bed, making sure not to disturb Francisco. She moved quietly to the bathroom, freshened up, and then made her way downstairs to the kitchen. She needed to keep Francisco’s mind occupied and distracted for the next few days, giving her the time to execute her plans.In the kitchen, Hazel busied herself with preparing breakfast. She decided on something simple yet hearty — scrambled eggs, toast, and fresh

Francisco stopped in the middle of the yacht. It was dark, and Hazel’s heart started beating fast. She realized they were on Francisco’s personal yacht, but she couldn't fathom why he had brought her there.Suddenly, the lights came on, illuminating the space. Hazel looked around in amazement. The yacht was decorated beautifully, with champagne on the table, roses, and rose petals scattered everywhere. Francisco approached her slowly and held her palm.Hazel tried to smile. "What is it?" she asked.Francisco ignored her question and, instead, got down on one knee. "Will you marry me?" he asked, presenting her with a stunning ring.Hazel stared at the ring, her mind racing. She looked at Francisco and slowly blinked, unsure of how to respond."What happened? Don’t you like the ring?" Francisco asked, his eyes searching hers.Hazel nodded, "It’s so beautiful.""But you didn’t answer me," Francisco pressed."Will you marry me?"Hazel smiled, trying to mask her confusion and hesitation."

"Your mother?""My mom," Francisco uttered, looking up at the sky. "She was the most beautiful woman. My dad always said I had her eyes."Hazel touched his hair gently and asked, "What happened to her?"Francisco slightly smiled, a sad smile that didn't reach his eyes. "The same thing that happens to most in a mafia family. Dad's rivals killed her first."Hazel's heart sank as she listened. Francisco continued, "At that time, I was living in London for my studies. I had everything I wanted, the freedom to live a normal life. But after she was killed, everything changed. Everything I had slowly slipped away."His voice grew softer, more haunted."Every night, I struggled to sleep. It felt like if I closed my eyes, someone would come and kill me too."Hazel was engrossed in his words, feeling the weight of his trauma. She didn't know how to comfort him, but whatever she was hearing made her feel weaker towards him. Francisco had experienced deep trauma in his childhood, and she could se

Hazel sat on the floor between Francisco's legs, her eyes closed as he gently dried her hair with a soft towel. The water dripped down their bodies, the warmth of the shower still lingering around them. Francisco’s movements were slow and tender, as if savoring the quiet moment they were sharing. Hazel leaned back slightly, feeling the soothing rhythm of his hands in her hair, a sense of peace washing over her.But the tranquility was shattered when Francisco suddenly paused, his hand freezing mid-motion. Hazel noticed the shift immediately and opened her eyes, looking up at him. His expression had changed, his relaxed smile replaced with a frown of concern."Honey, wait a minute," Francisco said, his voice tight.Hazel blinked, confused by his sudden change in demeanor. She shifted slightly as Francisco carefully set the towel aside and got to his feet. He moved toward the small window, peeking outside with narrowed eyes. Hazel followed his gaze, feeling a knot of unease form in her