All Chapters of Beg, Because I won't Let You Go!: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The morning sun crept through the heavy curtains, dancing over the wreckage left by the night before—a bag abandoned on the floor, Diego’s tuxedo tossed over the sofa, clothes scattered across the carpet, and a silence that was dense but far from peaceful.Hazel woke up feeling exhausted yet strangely light. Her head was resting on Diego’s chest as he slept. She was wearing his oversized shirt, the fabric still carrying the scent of his sandalwood cologne. It felt like an accidental mark of ownership. For a moment, she let herself sink into the illusion—warmth, safety, belonging.The illusion shattered when the doorbell rang loudly. Again and again. Urgent.Diego groaned, his eyes snapping open, instantly alert. Hazel scrambled back, her chest tightening with a bad feeling."Who the hell is that?" Diego muttered, his voice gravelly. He grabbed his phone; it was 8:00 AM. "The guards aren't supposed to let anyone up without a heads-up."Except, of course, if the guest was someone they c

“I’m going home with Grandfather.”Hazel’s voice sliced through the tension thick enough to choke on. It wasn't loud, but it was clear, steady, and filled with a newfound peace.After he finally confessed his love, she was leaving him anyway. Was this the beginning of the end for the "Tycoon of Temptation"? He’d been beaten by Hazel Anne Quinn—the woman who’d always shown him her weaknesses, only for those very weaknesses to become her ultimate strength.Her words hit him like a physical blow. Diego flinched. A look of deep disappointment—mixed with pain and pure disbelief—wiped the determination and hope right out of his eyes.“Hazel…” his voice caught, sounding more like a pained groan than a name.Hazel saw it. In her heart, something was pulling, screaming at her to stay in the middle of the beautiful chaos this man offered. But in her head, logic and survival instincts were shouting louder. Instincts backed by a grandfather’s love.“We can still see each other,” Hazel said, tryin

That night, the Quinn Estate turned into a glowing palace. Crystal chandeliers scattered light across the massive main dining hall, oozing a kind of luxury that felt quietly suffocating.The long mahogany table was decked out with silver utensils, fine china, and fragrant fresh flowers. The air was thick with the smell of gourmet food and the low hum of people gossiping.Hazel stood next to Jasper, wearing a midnight blue silk gown picked out by her personal shopper. It was simple but elegant—the kind of perfect fit that made her look like she actually belonged in this world. But behind her practiced smile, her heart was thumping. Every look she got felt like an inspection, a judgment."Ladies and gentlemen, friends," Jasper’s deep, commanding voice cut through the chatter. He tapped his wine glass with a silver spoon. "Thank you for coming tonight. This is a very special night for me, and for the Quinn family."Every eye in the room landed on him, then shifted to Hazel standing by hi

The air on the porch suddenly felt colder after that name was dropped. Hazel’s eyes widened as she looked at Sebastian, then quickly shifted her gaze to her grandfather. She forced a tiny, awkward smile, waving her hand as if to brush off the tension—but inside, alarm bells were screaming.“Stop mentioning that name,” Jasper growled. His voice, usually warm, was suddenly loud and full of old-authority. His face, which had been bright a moment ago, was now wrinkled with deep dislike. “I won’t let my granddaughter be with someone who puts her life in danger. That Blake guy... he’s a storm. And Hazel doesn't need any more storms in her life.”“Uncle…” Sebastian spoke up again, his tone low but smooth. He smiled, playing the role of the wise mediator. “Diego isn’t that bad. In the business world, everyone knows he’s tough, but fair.” His eyes flicked to Hazel, his gaze suggesting they shared a secret. “And personally, from what I’ve seen, Diego has never acted this way with any other woma

The next day, Jasper took Hazel to the headquarters of Quinn Enterprises. The glass skyscraper in the heart of Herlington’s business district blew her away. It was just as grand as the Blake Industries Tower, but it had a more classic, warmer aesthetic.During a quick tour, Hazel saw the true scale of her mother’s family legacy—from luxury hotels and famous restaurant chains to cutting-edge tech investments. Everything was run with precision, yet it still felt human.Jasper, despite his frail body, had sharp eyes and a commanding presence as he led a brief meeting with the directors. He introduced Hazel not just as his granddaughter, but as "part of the future of this company." The executives’ reactions were mixed—some welcomed her with smiles, while others looked skeptical. Hazel felt the pressure, but she stood tall, soaking it all in.Of course, most of them were skeptics. Who could trust a massive company like this to a former low-level journalist like Hazel? At least, that’s all