Semua Bab Beg, Because I won't Let You Go!: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Hazel set her bag on the side table, her feelings a total mess. The guilt of lying to her grandfather was skyrocketing, mixed with the physical aftershocks of meeting Diego at the villa and the tension of her conversation with Ethan. Her world felt like cracked glass, ready to shatter into a million pieces.“Grandpa,” she said weakly, trying to smile. Jasper looked up, his glasses sliding to the tip of his nose. In his wise eyes, Hazel saw a faint relief and—what made her chest ache the most—an understanding that went too deep.“Child. Why so late?” he asked, his voice steady and non-judgmental.Hazel swallowed hard. “Sorry, Grandpa. Some… colleagues from the office invited me for a small dinner. They wouldn't let me leave early.” The lie felt like ash in her mouth.Jasper nodded slowly. He didn't stare too hard; he didn't dig deeper. “Alright. Go shower and get some sleep. You look exhausted.” He pointed to a stack of folders on the side table.“Next week, I’ll be handing the company

The ballroom was still buzzing. Cameras secretly rolled, and gossip began to spread from ear to ear like wildfire through dry grass.But Hazel didn't hear any of it. All she felt was the warm grip on her hand—a grip that didn't ask or demand, but simply gave. Her grandfather’s hand.It felt as if all the rumors and whispers vanished the moment she felt that loving warmth.Jasper Quinn looked at his granddaughter with watery eyes. The old man’s tears didn't fall; they just pooled at the edges, holding back a flood of emotion. Behind his reading glasses, his hazel eyes—the same shade as Hazel’s, the same as Rose Anne’s—shone with an indescribable pride.He had seen Hazel stand tall against Leo Sullivan. This was the woman who, just weeks ago, was trembling in Diego Blake’s office. The woman who arrived at the Quinn Estate with a small bag and a heart full of wounds. And now, in front of Herlington’s entire elite, she had defended her own name. Defended her mother’s name. Defended a lega

Outside, the Herlington night pressed on. In three different places, three people with conflicting interests prepared for the next round. And Hazel, without realizing it, was right in the center of the vortex.Morning came with sunlight piercing through Hazel’s curtains. She woke up feeling strangely tired—not a physical exhaustion, but a weariness of the heart. The messages were still there. One from Diego, which she hadn't answered. One from Cassandra, which she hadn't decided on.And then one from Ethan, which had arrived minutes ago:[Ethan:] Good morning, Hazel. I was at the Gala last night too. I saw everything. You were so brave. I’m proud to know you. Lunch today? My treat.Hazel sighed. Three men. Three choices. Three different versions of herself.Diego was the past that was still chasing her—dangerous, burning, but made her feel alive. Ethan was the safe future—stable, kind, but a bit flat. And Cassandra was the inevitable war—the enemy she had to face.She closed her eyes.

Diego was already waiting outside Cafe Lumina.As soon as Hazel walked out looking deathly pale, he got out of his car and rushed over. Roman had told him Hazel went to the cafe alone, and his instincts immediately screamed "trap.""Hazel!" He grabbed her arm. "Are you okay? What did Cassandra—""She knows everything," Hazel interrupted, her voice hollow. "About us. About my past. About Villa Marin. She has photos, recordings, interviews with Leo... it’s all going live tomorrow."Diego didn't look surprised. His face remained calm, almost as if he’d expected this. "I know," he said softly.Hazel looked at him in disbelief. "You knew?""Roman caught someone trying to hack our servers a few days ago. The trail led back to Cassandra. I figured she was up to something." He took Hazel’s hand and led her to the car. "Get in. We’ll talk somewhere safe."As the car pulled away, Diego explained calmly. "My legal team is already preparing a countersuit. Defamation, privacy violations, witness t

Vincent’s expression shifted. Diego pushed a document toward the camera."Leo Sullivan owes 5 million dollars to the Vanguard family. You gave him that loan personally, not through the company. And you never reported it to the board of directors." Diego’s voice was calm but piercing. "That’s a serious violation, Mr. Vanguard. And if the public finds out you financed the man who stole the company of the late Rose Anne Quinn—""What do you want?" Vincent cut him off sharply.Diego smiled. "Just one thing. Call off your daughter. Make her stop before this becomes a bigger scandal. In exchange, this document will never be seen by anyone."Vincent was silent for a long time. His eyes drifted to Hazel, who sat quietly beside Diego. "You’re Hazel Quinn," he said. "Jasper’s granddaughter.""Correct," Hazel replied, her voice steady despite her racing heart.Vincent nodded slowly. "Jasper is a tough but fair competitor. I have no wish to be his enemy." He looked back at Diego. "You have a deal