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His Interest

HAZELI don’t want to go downstairs....Especially not to have dinner with my captor.Because that’s what he is, isn’t he? My captor. A man who took me one night brought me to this house and never let me leave. He locked me in and threw away the keys.But I don’t have a choice. I never do. Not here.So I go. I walk down the staircase, my feet brushing against the cold marble. The halls are too quiet, the kind of quiet that listens. His men stand like shadows, watching me. The maids pretend to be busy themselves, but I feel their eyes too, judging, whispering.I am just another foolish girl who thought she could play with fire and not get burned. But that's not who I am.That's not who I want to be. I don't want to this, any of this....You see, when I came into this house, it wasn’t by choice. I had a life. I had a boyfriend. Someone I loved. Someone who loved me back. I had plans, laughter, friends, and a future. And then my captor decided to take all that away.He took me. Brought m

Dinner

HAZELThe next day, I went downstairs for dinner late. I always go a few seconds late. It’s my small act of rebellion, the only thing I can control in this golden mansion.Tonight, though, I’m furious. My blood is boiling from hours of silence and walls that don’t talk back. So instead of my usual two to four minutes, I make it fifteen. I walk slowly, deliberately, down the marble hall to the dining room, every step filled with defiance.But when I push open the doors, the table is empty..... No Axel.He’s always here. Always waiting, always on time with that cold stare, that unreadable expression. The sight of the empty chair hits me like a slap, and I just stand there, caught between confusion and anger.Why isn’t he here?I shouldn’t care. I don’t care. But somehow, the thought of him breaking our twisted little routine makes something inside me snap.I turn around, walking fast and nearly bump into Nico. Axel’s consigliere.I know every important person there is to know in Axel’s

The Purpose

HAZELFor a moment, I’m frozen as his mouth moves against mine, hard and commanding. The kiss isn’t sweet or warm; it’s not meant to connect. It’s meant to make a point. His hand grips the back of my neck, forcing me to meet his command, his control.I should push him away. I want to. But I’m trapped between his sudden force, my own confusion, and the heat of my fury. Beneath the shock and anger, there’s something else....something I don’t want to think about, something that terrifies me.I finally shove him, but he doesn’t budge. He presses his forehead to mine. His eyes lock on mine, dark, unreasonable, like he’s searching for something in me, in my face, in my reaction.I push harder. He steps back. I know it's not because I forced him, but because he wants to. My lips burn. My chest heaves.“What the hell is wrong with you?” I yell, voice shaking.He stares without answering. I raise my hand to slap him again, I’m so angry he did that.... He doesn’t deserve my kiss. He has no righ

I tried

HAZELI’m cautious, frozen beneath him, for a second I think he wont listen, but he surprisingly does. He stops kissing me. He stops touching me. He just... stops.But he’s still on top of me. His hands are on either side of my head, caging me in. I see him watching me, his chest tight, his forehead glistening, and he’s breathing hard as his dark, intense eyes lock on mine.He’s hard..... God, I can feel him between my legs as he stares down at me.There’s a storm in his eyes. Things I can’t name. Things I can’t understand. But beneath all that, the one thing I do recognize is Anger. Cold, quiet fury.He just stares at me while I lie there under him, my hands raised slightly, unsure if I’m about to push him away, or fight, or just... brace for whatever happens next.He’s the one in power.He’s the one in control.And right now, he could do anything.The room is dead silent except for the sound of our breathing. His heavy, ragged, mine trembling and shallow.He stares for so long I can

Five Minutes

HAZELIn the end, I decided not to go downstairs for breakfast.Am I hungry? Yes. I really, really want to eat something. But going down there… I decide it’s not worth it. So, I just stay on the bed, lazy and full of thoughts I can’t quite name.By the afternoon, Angela walks into my room. Like I said, she’s not the talkative type. She goes straight for the laundry basket, cleaning quietly, deliberately avoiding my eyes. That’s her signal; no eye contact means I don’t like this.When she's in a good mood, she'll give A soft “Good morning,” maybe, or a dry comment about the weather. But today, nothing. Just silence. So I don’t talk either. I ignore her because, honestly, I’ve got my own shit to deal with.She’s almost at the door when she stops. “You didn’t come downstairs for breakfast,” she says finally, still facing the hall.“I wasn’t angry,” I mutter.“Well, you didn’t eat last night either,” she continues.I take a deep breath. “Maybe I wasn’t angry then, too.”“So what now? You’

Where

HAZELAxel nods once, his jaw tightening. “Okay. That’s how you want to do this?”I shrug, feigning innocence. “I don’t know What you mean.”He moves toward me, quick, silent, and my breath catches. He’s never hurt me, not physically, not once, but I’ve only been here three months. I don’t really know him. Not what he’s capable of. Not what he hides behind that calm, composed exterior.Still, I keep my chin up, that what-are-you-gonna-do look painted on my face.When he reaches the bed, he says softly,“Have it your way.”And before I can react, he’s grabbing me.I squeal, struggling as he pulls me off the bed. “Hey! Put me down!”He doesn’t. He lifts me effortlessly, tossing me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing.I kick. I hit. I even try to bite, but it’s like fighting a machine. He locks one arm around my legs so I can’t move. Then we’re out of the room. Down the stairs.He doesn’t walk down....he skips steps, long strides, and my stomach flips with each bounce. My hair is eve

Outfit Choice

HAZELI choke on my breath. He leans back, unbothered.“I wouldn’t have let you,” I grit out.And now we’re just staring at each other, eyes locked, unflinching, like neither of us is willing to look away first.“Really? Because I feel like you're lying to me,” he says, voice low, deliberate. Then he leans back, his smirk sliding into place. “Because I remember you grinding on me. I remember how hard you kissed me back. And I remember the lust in your eyes, the hunger....how much you wanted me.”I swallow, but I don’t look away. “That wasn’t for you.”His jaw tenses.“I was thinking about somebody else,” I finish, quietly but firmly.That gets him. He looks away first.I guess I win this round.The silence stretches between us as the car glides forward through the city. Then, suddenly, he breaks it.“I can have any woman I want,” he says casually, almost to himself. “And I mean any woman I want.”Before I can even respond, the car slows. I glance outside and see flashing lights, peopl

It Can't Be

HAZELFine.I lift my chin, ignoring the burn in my chest, and start following him as he follows her.Kat leads us up a narrow staircase, hips swaying with every step like she knows he’s watching. Maybe he is. I don’t dare look at his face to confirm it. I don't care if he is watching.The music changes up here—it’s lower, heavier, a slow, deliberate rhythm that vibrates through the walls. The air smells different, too. Money. Perfume. Lust. The lights dim even more, just enough to see gold against black, and bodies pressed too close to be polite. There are booths shaped like half-moons, tables filled with champagne bottles and smoke, and people who look like they haven’t worked a single day in their lives.We reach the top floor, where the air changes. It’s quieter here, more exclusive. No one enters this area unless they have a name, power, or both. The walls are darker, lined with tinted glass that reflects the golden shimmer of the chandeliers. You can still hear the faint thump o

Black Soul

HAZELMy breath catches.For a second, I think I’m seeing things.Because down there, through the haze of lights and movement, I see him.... Hariss.He’s standing near the edge of the floor, not laughing, not even really moving. Just… there. One hand holding a drink he’s barely touched, eyes distant, his shoulders heavier than I’ve ever seen them. He looks like someone who hasn’t slept in days. Like someone who’s lost something and doesn’t know how to find it again.My fingers tremble against the glass. I lean closer, trying to be sure it’s really him. It has to be..... I’d know that posture anywhere. That quiet stillness, that soft curve of his jaw.But he doesn’t see me. He can’t. The glass between us reflects only what’s behind me, the dim, private room Axel chose for us, set back and elevated, impossible for anyone below to see in.Still, something in Haris’s face makes me feel like he senses me. His gaze lifts to the glass, not quite towards me, but close....close enough that for

Hungry

HAZELWhile I’m fighting with my inner self, Axel suddenly just stops laughing, just as quickly as he started. His laugh dies in his throat, and his face slips right back into place.It strikes me how easily he could do that. How easily he could switch from one person to another. As if the laughter, the laugh act, was just another manipulation. Another way to put me off balance.His eyes find mine, colder this time.“So, you done?” he asks.I don’t answer. I’m too stunned, too confused by his shift… by myself. I feel so stupid. For some reason, I was thinking he could be human, I guess.“Yeah, I’m done,” I finally say. “Can we get out of here now?”He’s quiet for a moment before he says, “No.”“Why?” I ask. “You didn’t seriously just come here to drink whiskey, did you? This whiskey is back at your house."" I have some business to get to.”“Then why bring me here if you knew you had something to do?” I snap.“Because you broke the rules,” he says, standing up and coming toward me. “Y

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