All Chapters of His Deadly Obsession: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Francisco clutched Hazel tightly as her body went limp, her sudden collapse shocking him more than he let on. Her fragile frame fit perfectly into his arms, her face pale, lips slightly parted as if caught between a breath. His heart raced, but he forced himself to breathe deeply, to stay calm. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against her forehead, a gesture of tenderness that contradicted the dark turmoil within him."Why don’t you understand, Hazel?" His voice was low, almost a whisper, as he held her close. The warmth of her skin against his made his chest tighten."I told you not to betray me, honey."He stared down at her, unconscious and vulnerable, and something inside him wavered. He hadn't anticipated that her deception would cut this deep.His hand trembled slightly as he brushed a strand of hair from her face."But you pretended with me," he continued, his voice breaking ever so slightly. "I didn’t even think it was all your acting, Hazel. It seemed so real."His gaze

Hazel’s eyes darted to a glass window on the side of the room. Through it, she could see the room where Francisco, and she were intimated, the memory of that night flooding back with sickening clarity. She pressed her lips together, trying to keep herself from breaking down. Her voice trembled as she called out, “Rafael…”A low groan escaped Rafael's lips as he lifted his head slowly, the movement pained and sluggish. His face was a mess of bruises, one eye swollen shut and darkened. But it was his hands that drew Hazel’s attention — one of his fingers had been cruelly severed, leaving a gruesome reminder of Francisco’s brutality. Hazel's breath caught in her throat, and she felt her stomach twist as their eyes met. The storm inside her raged, tearing her apart with guilt, fear, and a deep, aching sorrow. She hadn’t imagined it would ever come to this, not to Rafael, not like this. She quickly lowered her gaze, unable to bear the sight of him, unable to stop the tears that were wellin

Hazel's voice trembled as she asked, "Can we go, Francisco?"Francisco's hand tightened around her waist, his fingers lingering possessively. He looked down at her, his expression unreadable. "You can go," he said, his tone calm but with an underlying threat. "Wait in the car. I’ll join you in two minutes."Hazel felt a wave of dread wash over her, but she forced herself to nod. Her face tightened as she fought to maintain her composure. Before leaving the chamber, she glanced back at Rafael, her heart breaking all over again. Francisco had given her the chance to say a proper goodbye, to hug Rafael one last time, but she knew she couldn’t. If she touched him, even for a moment, she feared she would lose all her resolve.“Goodbye, Rafael,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Then, without looking back, she turned and quickly left the chamber.As she walked toward the car, Hazel’s pace quickened, her emotions threatening to overwhelm her. The moment she slid into the car, she brok

“Interesting?” Hazel asked, her voice laced with a cruel amusement. “But you know what? Even if you were the last man on earth, I still wouldn’t love you.”She chuckled softly, her laugh echoing in the room like a sharp blade.Without warning, Hazel sat up and leaned close to Francisco. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered, “But, we can still fuck.”Francisco's face twisted in anger. He grabbed her arms, pressing down hard. “I don’t take you like those sluts,” he growled, his voice trembling. “You’re my girl.”Hazel moaned deliberately at his touch, a mocking sound that made his grip tighten. “Ah…”She leaned back slightly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “You’re so weak, Francisco,” she said, her tone soft but dripping with venom. “I know I can make you weak by using my body.” As she spoke, she slid her foot up his leg, pressing against his groin and slowly moving down the length of his bulge.Francisco’s eyes darkened, a mix of desi

After a short while, Lily appeared, holding a pair of scissors. She approached Hazel and handed them over. Hazel took the scissors and examined the blades, checking their sharpness with a strange, focused intensity. Lily, watching her closely, couldn’t help but ask, “For what do you need it, ma’am?”Hazel looked up, her lips curling into a smile that seemed both genuine and unsettling. “Actually, I thought I’d start making dresses,” she said casually, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world.Lily blinked, surprised by Hazel’s response. This wasn’t the Hazel she knew —calm, composed, always in control. Before she could ask anything further, Hazel turned and walked back toward her room. The other maids, standing nearby, exchanged glances, their faces reflecting the same shock and confusion that Lily felt. Hazel’s odd behavior and disheveled appearance had thrown the entire household into quiet unease.Hazel reached her room, her movements deliberate as she opened her closet.