Todos los capítulos de THE DON'S CAPTIVE MISTRESS : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

HAZELI am an idiot.A stupid, stupid idiot.Whàt was I thinking?What the hell was I expecting? That Axel was magically gonna change just because we slept together? That he was gonna..... I don’t know, spoil me? Take care of me after? Say sweet nothings into my ear? Whisper that he loved me?Gosh! How could I have been so stupid?“Come on, let’s go before the water gets cold,” Angela tells me.And I want to lash out so much. God, I want to lash out because I’m so damn angry at Axel that I find myself angry at everything. Angry at Angela, Angry at the whole damn world.“I can do it by myself. Can you at least give me some privacy?”“Come on, Hazel.....” she begins.“Please!” I scream toward the whole fucking room.She raises her hands instantly. “Okay, okay, okay. Do whatever you want, Hazel.”Angela finally walks out of the room, and the moment she’s gone, I do the one thing I told myself I wouldn’t do.I let myself cry.And I cry.And I cry again some more.When I hear the knock on

HAZELBut I don't have the strength or the will to....When I wake up the next day, I'm surprised I even slept at all. But I guess I did after all. I wake up in a dark room, and I think it's the middle of the night, until Angela walks in and says, “Oh good, you're awake. I will order brunch for you,” and doesn't wait for my reply as she goes away.I stretch my muscles. Of course, I'm still sore. Immediately reminded of the mistakes I made yesterday.Frustrated, I get out of bed. I go into the bathroom. I do my business. I decide to take a shower. Maybe it will help wake me up and give me clarity.When I'm done, I get back to the bedroom. And of course, Angela is nowhere inside. But there are clothes laid on top of the bed and everything I would need. I get ready. I wear the dress. Then I go to open the windows.Sunlight hits me in the eye like a slap. Wow. I thought I had woken up early. But it seems to be the middle of the day.How long had I been asleep?I keep getting ready, anti

HAZELI take a much-needed breath, but that does nothing to reduce my anger. "I can't fucking believe this." I snap at him.“Don't push it,” he says.I laugh again, sharper this time. “I just want to go to the gym. Or at least I plan to. Please do not make this harder on me.”“You're not leaving this room,” he says, his body rigid. And I know he's not going to change his mind.I step back, suddenly exhausted._So this is it. This is how you have decided to punish me. Just put me in a little box somewhere you can contain me. Somewhere where you have all the power and all the control." I sneerI look around the room, the massive windows, the sunlight. I can't believe I was foolish enough to think that being here would give me some kind of freedom. I actually let myself believe it, for exactly one perfect day. The next day, after the horrible night Axel had left me in, this is what it becomes.“What's funny,” I say quietly, “is that if you had let me go down to the gym, I would have com

HAZELBy the time people have finished with the clothes, I mean really finished, the presidential suite looks like a fashion battlefield after an apocalypse.Garment bags are empty. Hangers are bare. The staff keep thanking me as I’ve personally solved their financial problems for the next decade. I lie back on the chaise lounge in a silk robe that may very well cost more than my first apartment, eyes closed, while warm oil is worked into my shoulders.“This pressure okay?” one of the therapists asks softly.“Perfect,” I murmur.I hear Nico exhale sharply from somewhere near the door and smirk to myself.Hands move over me with practised ease. Hot stones follow. A facial mask cools my skin. Someone brushes my hair. Someone else massages my feet. I don’t move. I don’t speak. I let them do everything. For a while, I am not fighting, I am not trapped inside my own head. My body feels loose. Warm and light in the best way.When the spa staff finally pack up and leave, arms full of designe

HAZELAngela frowns and stares at me, and I can't read the reaction on her face, but I don't like it, not one bit.“What?” I snap.“Nothing,” she quickly says.That doesn't answer my question.“What happened? Where is he? Is he okay?”She comes and sits beside me, and I can't tell, but this is not the norm. This is not Angela. There's something different about her, about the way she sits close to me. It's as if the two of us are close....but Angela doesn't do close, not when it comes to me.And she asks, in a way, I can only define it as a motherly way. Not just a motherly way, a concerned mother, as she asks,“Why do you ask that?”“Can you just answer my question, please? Because I don't know what you're doing right now, but it's freaking me out.”She chuckles a little before she says, “Well, as far as I'm concerned, Mr Moretti is well and good, so there's nothing wrong with him.""Nobody shot him? Nobody even thought of shooting him?” I ask, and this time she actually laughs as she