All Chapters of Mr. Anderson's Impeccable Bride: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Hazel stood there in deep thought, trying to understand what was going on. Did Coyle meet up with Sommer in the club, or was it just a coincidence?"Hazel,” a girl stumbled towards Hazel, who was quick to catch her; it was Tasha, and she hugged Hazel tightly.“I missed you a lot, my friend.”Hazel could tell she was a little drunk, and what shocked Hazel the most was Tasha’s tummy, which was still so flat; she couldn't possibly have given birth already, Hazel thought."Come,” Hazel dragged her out of the club and into her car before she helped with the seat belt.“What is going on, Tasha?” Hazel asked worriedly when Tasha’s eyes became sore and she stared out of the window. She was trying to get drunk to forget her pain, but no matter what amount she drank, the pain was still fresh in her memory.“I am sleepy; please drop me at my hotel,” Tasha stated, and this caused Hazel to frown.“We are not strangers; why can’t you tell me?” “I got a miscarriage and also a divorce; that’s it, so

It was after an hour when Tasha parked her car in front of the Anderson mansion and walked down. She had called Hazel several times to confirm if the location she had sent her was the right one, because how could she be in here?Luckily for Tasha, she knew where the Anderson mansion was located, as she had come here once or twice in the past with her husband.“Tasha” Hazel approached her with a smile, about to hug her when Tasha extended her hand, signaling that she stops.“I don't understand. Why are you here?” She asked, and Hazel clung to her arm.“Let’s go in first, then I will explain everything to you.”Tasha snorted as they hurried inside, and the place still had the same touch as before; she remembered the house was designed this same way a year ago.“What are you doing in Coyle Anderson’s mansion?” Tasha went straight to the point; she just divorced her husband, who was Coyle’s best friend, so she didn't want to be anywhere close to Coyle as well.“My wedding with Max was can

Hazel walked down the stairs. The evening dress she wore was a vision of elegance and sophistication, crafted from a rich navy blue fabric that shimmered with every step she took. The gown hugged her curves in all the right places before cascading into a graceful train that trailed behind her like a midnight shadow.Her jewelry sparkled like captured starlight against her skin, drawing the eye with every movement. A delicate diamond necklace adorned her slender neck, its facets catching the light and scattering it in a dazzling display. Matching earrings dangled from her ears, framing her face and adding a touch of glimmer to her every expression.Hazel’s hair was a work of art in itself, styled into an intricate updo that showcased the graceful curve of her neck. Tendrils of hair framed her face, softening the lines of her features and adding a touch of whimsy to her otherwise polished look. A single jeweled hairpin nestled amidst the dark waves, adding a subtle touch of glamour to h

Coyle pulled Hazel to the dance floor with his hand wrapped around her waist, his gaze stuck on her face as she tried to look somewhere else but him. He pulled her closer till their bodies were locked together; his hand gently moved from her waist to her ass, and she jolted a little.“Who am I to you?” Coyle asked, and Hazel stared at him. He had a serious look, and she knew the only answer he required now was the truth.“You are my husband,” answered Hazel, and Coyle spun her around, her back against his chest as she felt his breath on her shoulders.“Then why do you receive flowers from another man?”Hazel shook her head in denial. “I didn't,” she refuted. She had thrown away the flowers. Coyle spun her back to face him before he lifted her chin up with their gazes locked together.“You are mine,” he stated, and Hazel found this was the right time to ask the question that has been bothering her for days now.“My parents switched the bride; we tricked you, so why aren't you upset or

Coyle pushed Sommer away and frowned at her, knowing fully well that she had done this intentionally. “I am sorry, Coyle." Sommer apologized at once, but Coyle’s gaze was focused on Hazel.“Uhm, do you need a cup of coffee?” Hazel asked with a heavy heart, trying to blink her tears back; she didn't want to cry.“Hazel” Coyle called with a tone filled with disbelief; he knew every normal lady at her place would cause a fuss right now, but she was so calm and even asked if he needed coffee.“And Sommer, will you stay for breakfast?” Hazel turned her gaze to Sommer, who nodded happily.“She won't,” Coyle stated, and Sommer knew it was better to leave than worsen matters; after all, she already achieved one of the things she came here for: to plant a seed of doubt in Hazel’s mind.“I will leave then." Sommer walked downstairs with an amazed look; she retracted her phone and typed a message to Damon.“Unbelievable, that Hazel is a rock,” she sent the message when she bumped into someone.“O