[WARNING: RAPE, TORTURE, MURDER, MATURE CONTENT] In the shimmering light of what was supposed to be her dream wedding, Hazel's life descends into a nightmare she could never have foreseen. As the celebration unfolds, the joyous occasion swiftly transforms into a horrifying bloodbath, leaving Hazel to wonder if anyone has survived. The man she was meant to marry, her childhood lover... Was he still alive or not? But the nightmare was far from over. Captured by a ruthless and deranged man who reigned as the king of the underground mafia, Hazel's life took a dark and harrowing turn. Forced into his bed in a state of vulnerability and despair, Hazel faced a horror she had never imagined on what should have been the happiest day of her life. But her body bears the scars of unspeakable cruelty; her innocence is forever stolen. Her secret mission, the path she embarked on with purpose, has now spiraled into a dark and perilous mission for survival. ** “You have no right to treat me in this way.” Francisco, a man with a darkness that matched the shadows of his empire, gritted his teeth and issued a chilling warning, "I can be more cruel to you, detective." ‘I am not weak; just remember it, Francisco. I am not afraid of you…’
View MoreAfter bidding farewell to her parents, Hazel and Francisco remained on the call, the atmosphere tinged with a subtle tension. Francisco's gaze lingered on Hazel, his finger tapping idly on the table as he awaited her next words.Taking a deep breath, Hazel met Francisco's gaze with a sense of resolve. "I am sorry. They ruined your valuable time," she offered, her voice tinged with regret.But Francisco's response was immediate and unwavering."It's nothing. As long as you are happy, I am happy," he reassured her.Hazel, however, seemed preoccupied, her mind racing with unspoken concerns. With a sudden burst of courage, she posed a question that caught Francisco off guard. "When will you come back home, tonight?" she inquired, her voice betraying a hint of uncertainty.Francisco's brow furrowed in confusion at the unexpected inquiry. Hazel's question was a departure from her usual demeanor, leaving him puzzled by the sudden shift in her behavior. "What?" he responded, his tone laced wi
In the hushed confines of Francisco's meeting room, the air hung heavy with tension as his phone vibrated incessantly, each buzz a silent intrusion on the proceedings. Despite the distraction, Francisco remained steadfast in his focus, his attention firmly fixed on the discussion at hand.But as the vibrations persisted, a ripple of unease spread among Francisco's assembled members, their eyes darting nervously from one to another. Sensing the growing discomfort, one member dared to speak up, his voice tentative amidst the palpable tension."Sir, I think someone is calling you," he ventured, his words a hesitant interruption in the midst of Francisco's discourse.Francisco's response was measured, his tone calm but tinged with a hint of impatience."So?" he replied, his gaze unwavering as he dismissed the interruption with a wave of his hand."It's my phone. I will receive it when I want."The member faltered under Francisco's gaze, unsure of how to proceed in the face of his boss's un
Amidst the pulsating lights and thumping beats of Xero's club, Andrew and James found themselves immersed in a world of decadence and debauchery. Surrounded by business associates and fellow revelers, they sought solace in the haze of alcohol and the rhythm of the dance floor. But for Andrew, the allure of the club was not in the pursuit of pleasure or camaraderie. Instead, it served as a sanctuary for his simmering anger, a place to release the pent-up frustrations that gnawed at his soul. With a swift motion, he downed his drink in one gulp, slamming the glass onto the table with a forceful clang. "I just wanted to dance with her," Andrew seethed, his voice laced with bitterness and resentment. "But he... he forgets who I am." His words hung heavy in the air, a raw expression of the betrayal and rejection that had fueled his anger. With a clenched jaw and furrowed brow, he unleashed his frustrations upon the unsuspecting table, a physical manifestation of his simmering rage. Mean
Logan's stern voice cut through the tension, demanding an answer. "Who are you?"Rafael felt the weight of Logan's suspicion bearing down on him. He searched for words to maintain his facade, but Logan's observation shattered his pretense."Your box has no sticker or logo of any company," Logan pointed out, his tone unyielding.With a heavy sigh, Rafael realized the charade was over. He reached up and removed his cap, along with the fake mustache, revealing his true identity. "Uncle!"As recognition dawned upon her, Doris's tone softened. "Rafael, it's you," she exclaimed, her eyes widening with realization.Sensing the need for privacy, Logan swiftly pulled the curtain shut, shielding them from prying eyes. With a sense of urgency, he turned to Rafael, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity. "Rafael, what is happening?" he demanded, his voice tinged with urgency."What happened to our daughter?" he asked, his voice trembling with emotion.Rafael said, "Uncle, it has a long stor
Outside the Logan apartment, Rafael stood watchful, his keen eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of movement. His gaze lingered on the entrance, where he spotted Logan, who seemed to have deviated from his usual routine of heading to the office. Rafael's instincts told him that Mr. Logan had likely caught wind of something significant.However, Rafael knew that he couldn't approach Logan directly, not with Francisco's men stationed outside the apartment, keeping a vigilant watch. Despite the risks, Rafael remained determined to find a way to gather information and potentially confront Logan about Hazel's predicament.Meanwhile, Robert, Rafael's trusted ally, approached him with coffee mugs, a gesture of camaraderie amidst the tense atmosphere. "What are you thinking?" Robert inquired, his voice laced with concern.Rafael accepted the mug gratefully, taking a sip before responding. "I should go there," he stated firmly, his resolve unwavering despite the dangers lurking nearby.
The next morning, Francisco sat at the breakfast table, his usual calm demeanor belying the storm of emotions raging within him. But as he glanced around the room, he noticed Hazel's absence, her usual seat empty beside him. Concern furrowed his brow as he turned to Lily, the maid attending to their needs. "Where is she?" he inquired, his tone measured but tinged with worry. "Master, she said she was not hungry," Lily replied, her voice soft and deferential. Francisco's brows knit together in frustration. "So you just listen to what she said?" he questioned, his patience beginning to wear thin. Lily hesitated for a moment before responding, "No... she asked for some privacy too, sir." A heavy sigh escaped Francisco's lips as he processed the information. "Won't she come down as well?" he inquired, his voice tinged with concern. Lily lowered her gaze, her expression troubled. "I... I don't think so. She was not in a good mood," she admitted quietly. Francisco leaned back in his
Hazel's mind was in turmoil as she sought refuge in the solitude of the bathroom. With trembling hands, she locked the door behind her, desperate for a moment of respite from the chaos that consumed her.Collapsing onto the cold tile floor, Hazel cradled her head in her hands, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. She felt like a mess, her emotions raw and unfiltered as she struggled to make sense of the whirlwind of sensations that assaulted her."He..." Hazel uttered, her voice barely above a whisper, her words trailing off into the silence of the room.Summoning all her strength, Hazel stood up on shaky legs and turned on the shower, the sound of rushing water filling the room. Stepping beneath the stream, she allowed the coldness to wash over her, hoping to numb the pain that gnawed at her insides.The water cascaded down her body, soaking her bathrobe and revealing the contours of her figure beneath. Her nipples hardened against the fabric, a physical reminder of the tumultuous emot
Hazel's shock rendered her momentarily frozen as Francisco's kiss engulfed her with an intensity she hadn't anticipated. She attempted to push him away, but his hold on her was firm, his kiss deep and relentless.With one hand wrapped around her waist and the other gripping her neck, Francisco's embrace grew more possessive with each passing moment. Hazel's attempts to break free were futile against his overpowering strength, his kiss leaving her breathless and disoriented.Desperate to escape, Hazel pushed against Francisco's chest, but he only tightened his grip, consumed by a primal desire that drove him to madness. His lips left hers, trailing a path of fiery kisses along her neck, each touch igniting a spark of desire within her.Their breath mingled in the air, heavy with the heat of passion as Hazel struggled to regain her composure. But Francisco's hold on her only grew stronger, his hands enveloping her as if unwilling to let her slip away.Hazel's resistance waned as she fel
Hazel emerged from the washroom, her bathrobe draped around her as she sank onto the edge of the bed. Her mind buzzed with the weight of Francisco's words, the vulgar proposal echoing in her thoughts. With furrowed brows, she touched her forehead, grappling with the difficult decision looming before her.As she pondered her next move, her gaze turned steely as she fixed her stern eyes on the door, determination burning within her.Francisco, on the other side of the door in his own room, stepped out of the bathroom, water droplets glistening on his sculpted abs and cascading down his wet hair. Clad only in a towel wrapped around his lower body, he moved toward the bed where his clothes lay waiting. As he reached out to grab his night pajamas, a creak of the door drew his attention.Turning in surprise, Francisco's eyes widened as he beheld Hazel standing in the doorway, clad in her bathrobe.Francisco's raised eyebrows conveyed a mix of surprise and curiosity as he beheld Hazel standi
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