Alle Kapitel von Beg, Because I won't Let You Go!: Kapitel 101 – Kapitel 110

Three days passed. Roman, using his network of informants, reported that Hazel had started her internship in the PR department of Quinn Enterprises. Her routine was setting in: arriving at eight, and grabbing lunch around one at a small cafe called "The Nook," just two blocks from the office. It was a popular spot for young professionals because of the great coffee and cozy vibe, with small booths that offered a bit of privacy."This is perfect," Diego muttered, studying the photos of The Nook that Roman had sent. "Does she go alone?""Usually with one or two fellow interns, but sometimes by herself if the others are busy. Tomorrow, we can... 'arrange' for her colleagues to be occupied.""Good. Make sure I’m there when she’s on her own."Diego chose an outfit that was more casual than usual—a light blue linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up and chino pants, no tie. He wanted to look non-threatening, like someone who was just passing through. But his dark eyes and commanding posture s

Inside his dark, quiet car, Diego was still clutching the lavender handkerchief. Its scent was faint, but it was enough to haunt his senses, stirring up thousands of memories he usually kept under lock and key.That brief torture—locking eyes with Hazel, hearing the hesitation in her voice, seeing the tears pool in her eyes—was both a curse and a cure."Roman," he said, his voice low over the hum of the engine. "The next meeting. I want it to be longer."Roman, sitting in the front seat, turned slightly. "That’s going to be harder, Boss. After today, she’ll be on guard. Jasper might even step up security if he suspects anything.""I don't care," Diego replied, staring out the window toward the road Hazel had taken. "Find a way. Find a gap in her new routine. I don’t just want to talk. I want…" He trailed off, lifting the handkerchief to his nose and taking a deep breath. "I want her to remember. Really remember."He didn't just mean a mental memory. He meant a physical one. He wanted

A week went by with zero news. No "chance" meetings, no texts. That silence actually started eating away at Hazel. Diego still had her lavender handkerchief, and it felt like an unpaid debt—a string still tying them together.Roman, with his terrifying efficiency, finally found an opening: a beachfront villa owned by one of Diego’s business associates who was out of town. It was quiet, private, and the perfect spot for an "unexpected encounter."Diego sent Hazel a short, vague text: [Diego: Villa Marin, 17 Pantai Karang Road. 8 PM. I’m returning what’s yours. Come alone.]No force. Just a statement. And a challenge.Hazel fought with herself all day. It was a trap. Definitely. But her curiosity—and, if she was being honest, her longing—beat out her common sense. She told Jasper she was meeting a friend from work for dinner, a lie that made her feel sick with guilt.That night, she drove the modest car Jasper had given her to the address. Villa Marin was huge and secluded, surrounded b

Shards of crystal were scattered across the marble floor of Cassandra’s luxury penthouse. The wine glass she’d just hurled at the wall left a dark red stain, like blood, on the cream-colored silk wallpaper. She was gasping for air, her chest—usually held high with pride—heaving uncontrollably with a rage that was boiling over."That bastard! That piece of trash! Calling off our engagement on his own? HE dared to do that?!" she screamed at the empty room, her voice raspy and full of venom. The official legal notice from Blake’s lawyers sat open on her desk. The words “termination of engagement agreement due to personal reasons” felt like a razor blade slicing through her dignity.She wasn't the kind of woman you could humiliate like this. Not Cassandra Vanguard.With shaking hands, she snatched her expensive phone, her maroon-manicured fingers tapping the screen aggressively. She scrolled through her contacts until she found one name—Alexei, the Russian model who had been her secret es

The morning sun crept through the heavy curtains of the hotel suite, shining a light on the mess they’d left behind—scattered clothes, empty bottles, and the lingering scent of sex.Cassandra woke up feeling empty, with a throbbing headache. Her body felt like it had been hit by a truck—sore, weak, and with a dull ache between her thighs. However, she didn't feel an ounce of regret.She turned her head. Next to her, Alexei was still fast asleep, his handsome face looking almost innocent in his slumber. But Cassandra knew better; this man wasn't as simple as he looked. His moves last night… that wasn't the act of an obedient plaything. It was a rebellion. A takeover.Cassandra gave a thin smile. "So, you’re not that simple after all, Alexei," she whispered, pulling the covers over him. He was the one man who had actually always been there for her.Moving quietly, Cassandra got out of bed. She gathered her clothes and headed into the luxury bathroom. Behind the steamy glass door, she st