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Contemplating (Hazel)

“What happened to you?!” Julia asked when she saw me.She was the only one who was good to me. The rest hated me because of the rumors Derek spilled. It was only recently that I had realized his beef with me was not personal.Ivan, the guy that was fighting with Markos had to be the one telling him to frustrate me because he hated me. I had a feeling it had to do with the things Markos had told him about me.What had he said that was so bad? I had always been a good partner and supported him despite my parents’ disapproval of him.“Don’t worry about me….” I said in response to Julia’s question. She may have been nice but I didn’t trust her. Life had taught me not to trust anyone.“How can I not when you look like that? It’s good to come clean about your problems so others can help you. Come on, you know I’m not asking out of malicious intent.”I decided to just tell her because I was going to borrow her phone anyway. I needed it because I had to make a few calls. How was I going to co
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Desperate (Hazel)

ViolaEverything in Nikolas' room smelled like him. It was a masculine woody scent with a hint of apples. I was ashamed to admit sometimes I closed my eyes and inhaled it in, savoring it.A whole month passed since I saw him. I didn't know where he was in New York or what he was doing there. He didn't talk to me or ask how I was doing.That was kind of understandable because I didn't own a phone.To say I was frustrated was an understatement. I was lucky that I hadn't seen Mother since my wedding day. If she found out my newlywed husband had gone to New York instead of staying with me, she would go crazy.She already commented about how I was fat. She would only push the narrative further."Hey, do you want to go out for coffee with me?" Aurora asked as she poked her head inside my room—Nikolas' room.I smiled and nodded, ecstatic about the idea. She and I had yet to spend time alone. The time she and I went shopping, Lucia, her mother, insisted on coming with us."Let me change and m
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For hire (Hazel)

I tried to pull down the dress further down but it wasn’t cooperating. It was too short, stopping right below my ass. For a moment, I contemplated taking it off and foregoing the party but then I took a good look at the bills on my coffee table and sighed.My date had sent me to pick the dress from a guard at his hotel. I didn’t imagine it would be so revealing or even slutty. I looked like a hooker in it.It hugged my body like second skin. There was nothing classy about it even though it was designer. It showed off a lot of my cleavage to the point that my breasts were almost spilling out.When Julia hooked me up with the job, I didn’t imagine it would be so demanding. She assured me I was safe and I wouldn’t have to sell my body for money. All I had to do was act like an arm candy to important and powerful men in the country.I was lucky I had walked in heels all my life. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to walk a single step in the six-inch hooker heels that came with the dres
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The Party) (Markos)

When I went for the senator’s birthday party, the last person I expected to see there was Hazel. She was in a form-fitting, sleeveless mini-dress. It is a striking shade of deep red with spaghetti straps.That damn dress showcased her cleavage in ways I didn’t like. One wrong tug and her breasts would spill out. The dress hugged her body closely, accentuating her gorgeous figure. It appeared to be made of a smooth, slightly stretchy fabric buit no matter how hard she tugged, it didn’t increase in length.To make matters worse, it was way too short. She wouldn’t even be able to sit in it. It would force her to stand all night. I wondered what she would do when we got to the dinner part.I was positive it was going to show her panties.I did another double take to make sure she was real and wasn’t just a figment of my imagination. Maybe she was Hazel’s lookalike—no. I knew that body and those hazel eyes from anywhere. I tried to walk to her but the senator appeared and grabbed my arm
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A Storm (Hazel)

I adjusted my dress for the millionth time that night, glancing at her reflection in the ornate mirror of the grand ballroom. The previously half-full opulent space was now filled with more people than I had ever seen in a single room. It was crowded, the chatter was louder, and it was starting to get hot. Everyone was starting to get tipsy, the alcohol getting to them. I had never seen that many alcoholic drinks in a single room before. Mr. Alonzo, my date for the night, seemed to be a well-known figure in that circle—a man of considerable wealth and influence. I did what he hired me to do at the lavish party to a tee; smile, be charming, and keep up appearances.Many of his friends tried to flirt with me but I shot them all down. They were too old for me. Plus, they were shameless. I could have sworn I saw one of them grab a waiter’s ass. From the corner of my eye, Hazel spotted Markos. My heart skipped a beat. It had been years since we were intimate, but the connection between
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Violet (Hazel)

I stirred awake, the morning light filtering through the thin and worn out curtains of my small apartment. I stretched, trying to shake off the remnants of a restless night, filled with the thought of Markos and his confusing actions towards me. Even early in the morning, the thought of him was exhausting. Just as I was about to get up, a sharp knock echoed through my small sanctuary. My heart raced. I half-expected it to be Markos, coming back for another confrontation and I hated that a part of me wished it was. Just so I could see him again. To my annoyance, the sight of him was oddly comforting just as much as it was intense and overwhelming.I pulled on a robe and shuffled to the door, mentally preparing myself for whatever awaited me on the other side.When I opened the door, it wasn’t Markos standing there. It was Lucy, my sister Violet’s roommate. Lucy’s usually bitchy face was a mask of distress, her eyes wild with worry and anger. Without waiting for an invitation, she p
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Weight of Responsibility (Hazel)

On my way home, I decided to look for the homeless man who had told me he saw Violet being taken to a hospital. Most of the hospitals I had checked didn’t have her admitted there.It may have seemed biased but I needed to ask him again. I thought that maybe he was high when he told me that piece of information. My search seemed fruitless. I had to confirm what he saw.I went back to the street I talked to him but he wasn’t there. When I gave the description to someone there, he told me where I was going to find him.I never imagined the day would end like this, standing on a desolate street corner, talking to a man wrapped in rags. He had seemed so much put together when I saw him previously. His eyes, tired and distant, flickered with a strange knowing.He had seen something—a girl, my sister, Violet—being carried away on a stretcher. "She looked like she needed help," he muttered, clutching his blanket tighter against the cold. It was too late to verify anything at the hospital;
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Again...(Hazel)

My thoughts were a tangled mess as I stood by the window, staring blankly at the cityscape. The bills piled up like a mountain I couldn't climb. Violet's hospital stay, the psychiatric center for my brother, and the regular expenses loomed over me. My phone lay useless on the counter, the screen cracked and the battery dead. Even if I had the money to replace it, there were more pressing needs. I had no idea how I was going to manage it all, especially with my pitiful salary. The whispers about my past with Markos and the rumors about our present made work unbearable, but I couldn't leave. I needed every penny.The side gig Julia had suggested had seemed like a lifeline at first. Escorting men to high-profile events was easy money, or so I thought. But it had turned out to be a dangerous game. The night with that client who took me to a secluded place instead of home was a wake-up call. He had been charming at first, all smooth smiles and expensive cologne. But as the night wore on, h
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Leading…

I fixed my posture and approached my parents at the coffee shop. They weren’t even conversing when I got there. Mother was talking Father’a ear off and wasn’t even listening. He was too busy looking through his cell.None of that deterred Mother from speaking. I felt sorry for her.“Good morning,” I greeted as I sat. I gestured for my guards to give us a considerable amount of space and they did.“At least your husband is protecting you well,” Father remarked and sized me up. “He’s not doing the right thing. Women always become whores when given freedom. He shouldn’t let you leave the house or have a phone.”I wish I could have said I was shocked by his statement but I wasn’t. Mother wasn’t allowed to leave the house unless it was with him. There were a few times when she was allowed to leave; when she was taking us shopping.She wasn’t even allowed to have friends.I looked down, refusing to meet his eye. I didn’t want to risk angering him and triggering his anger.“Where is the docu
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Number three

What Ricco told me happened during Viola’s coffee date with her parents did not sit well with me. Viola’s relationship with her parents was abusive. She may not have admitted it but I knew that for a fact.“What are we going to do about the Serbians?” Dante asked as he entered my office and made himself comfortable.“Nothing. We’ll wait for them to make their move.”“You should have just let that old man marry Viola. We wouldn’t be in this mess if it wasn’t for her.”I shot him a warning look but he ignored me. He was the only person who wasn’t afraid of me. People shook at the sound of my name—women included. Even Viola was scared of me when we first met.I had only partially succeeded in making her comfortable with me.“Don’t speak on my wife.”“Oh, you like her now? I thought you couldn’t stand her. Now you’re here defending her. She’s a mafia princess. Marrying a man old enough to be her grandfather is barely a surprise.”“Don’t. Speak. On. My. Wife.”He shut his mouth immediately
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