All Chapters of His Deadly Obsession: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

On the day Francisco was being prepared for the court appearance, the media frenzy outside the gate reached its peak. Reporters and cameras swarmed the area, eager to capture the high-profile moment. The arrest of Francisco was now the city's top news, creating a buzz that reverberated through the community.James, reveling in the perceived vulnerability of Francisco's absence, continued to expand his influence in the criminal underworld.Within the precinct, Hazel and Rafael were in the midst of the chaos, navigating through the crowds and the media circus. Hazel whispered something to Rafael, a shared concern etched on their faces. However, their hushed conversation was interrupted when Francisco's gaze met Hazel's. A slight smirk played on Francisco's lips, creating an unsettling moment between them.Quickly averting her eyes, Hazel continued to move through the crowd with Rafael.The tension in the air was palpable, and the weight of the situation pressed upon them. As they exited

Hazel's eyes widened in horror as time seemed to slow down around her. The joyous occasion had morphed into a nightmare. The purity of her white dress was marred by a sinister stain — a bloodstain. A surreal stillness settled over the church, shattered only by Hazel's piercing scream."Rafael!"Her love, her would-be husband, stood before her, his white coat now a canvas of crimson. The world around her blurred as the reality of the situation dawned. The once joyous ceremony had morphed into a scene of unimaginable horror."Ra - fael!"Hazel's lips trembled as she knelt beside him, her hands stained with the evidence of the tragedy. In her desperate attempt to comprehend the nightmare unfolding, she looked around and realized the brutality extended beyond Rafael. The priest, the congregation — everyone laid on the floor, victims of a senseless act of violence.Her white dress now echoed the crimson tragedy that had unfolded. The sacred space had become a blood-soaked tableau of despai

Francisco sat on the couch, indulging in a cigarette, the room permeated with the lingering scent of smoke.Hazel lay naked on the bed, her back turned toward him, vulnerable and exposed. The cold air from the AC chilled the room, causing Hazel to curl up on the bed, seeking warmth.As Francisco took the last drag of his cigarette, he extinguished it in the ashtray. Rising from the sofa, he approached the bed, his gaze fixed on Hazel's delicate form. Tenderly, he traced his fingers along her cold arms.The aftermath of her tears and the torment she endured left her unconscious.With a gentle touch, Francisco moved strands of her hair away from her forehead. Hazel's eyes were closed, still bearing the marks of her recent ordeal. Slowly, he began to untie the cloth covering her eyes, revealing closed eyelids beneath.Francisco's fingers delicately brushed against her closed eyelids, a momentary pause in the relentless storm. ‘I would not able to do it while looking at you so I tied you

Following a disturbing encounter, Francisco lightly pushed Hazel's head, leading to a tense moment where their eyes met.Hazel, her grip on the blanket tightened, glared at Francisco with a raging intensity."Fuck you, bastard!" she spat out in defiance, her words filled with venom. Francisco, seemingly unfazed, chuckled at her outburst."Really?" he mused, finding amusement in her resistance.Kneeling on the bed, Francisco reached out to touch the blanket, taunting her."That means you don't have a problem with my warmth." In a swift motion, he snatched the blanket away from her, leaving Hazel exposed."Stop it!"Hazel shouted, her hands instinctively covering herself.Francisco seized her wrist and pulled her closer."I like to dress you up with my warmth, Hazel," he declared, a disturbing possessiveness coloring his words.Hazel's teary eyes met his, but within their depths, only hatred and rage for him simmered.Francisco, noticing Hazel's struggle, questioned the mark on her for

At the expansive dining table, Hazel and Francisco sat at opposite ends, a tense silence lingering between them. The room echoed only with the clinking of cutlery against plates as they consumed their meals.Lily, the silent servant in this grand mansion, served them with a demeanor that hinted at her reluctance. Once done, she discreetly left them alone in the vastness of the dining room.Francisco's gaze lifted from his plate, fixing on Hazel. She wore a pink knee-length cocktail dress, a choice made by Francisco himself. His meticulous selection highlighted her perfect silhouette, the dress accentuating her curves.As Francisco observed her, his gaze descended, unsettlingly fixating on her cleavage. A deep breath escaped him, his focus locked on her form.Placing his hands on the table, he rested his chin upon them, intensifying his scrutiny. His eyes roved over Hazel's lips, fingers, and every subtle movement she made.Unexpectedly, Hazel lifted her gaze from her plate, confrontin