Todos los capítulos de Beg, Because I won't Let You Go!: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Diego pulled his pitch-black Maybach Phantom up to the main terrace of the penthouse in his signature style—front wheels slightly turned, as if the car had just completed a vital mission and had to be ready to depart again at any second. The silent engine faded, but the tension inside the cabin did not die with it. He sat behind the wheel for a moment, hands still gripping the leather steering wheel tightly. The garden lights highlighted his sharp profile, casting deep shadows against the dark windows. It wasn't work, nor the meeting with his parents, that kept his mind unquiet. Images of Hazel surfaced unbidden—her grey-green eyes watery yet filled with iron determination, her body beginning to memorize his touch. Along with them came the image of Cassandra, who he knew for certain had visited the office this morning with her venomo

The office of the Herlington Daily Buzz was bustling that morning with whispers and the rhythmic clatter of keyboards interspersed with chatter. However, the noise faded instantly the moment Hazel stepped inside. The atmosphere had changed drastically since the gossip firm was seized by Diego Blake and Hazel took her seat as his confidante. There were no more veiled insults, no more dirty tasks tossed onto her desk. Even Felix, the senior journalist who used to belittle her most often, now gave a polite nod with a stiff smile that didn't reach his eyes. They all greeted Hazel with measured tones, filled with a formality that felt hollow. Hazel replied even more coldly. Not out of arrogance, but out of disgust. She was disgusted by the fickle nature of those who once treated her like trash and had now suddenly turned into smiling serv

Hazel’s steps leaving The Oak Room felt like stepping out of one iron cage only to find herself at the edge of a much deeper abyss. The warm afternoon air outside couldn't thaw the chill creeping up her spine. Her mind whirled wildly between Ethan’s poisonous offer and the lurking shadow of Diego. "You’re trapped." Ethan’s words echoed. And it was true. She was trapped—not by locks or chains, but by something far more slippery and dangerous: desire. It was a desire to be touched, claimed, and destroyed by the very man who made her feel the most alive and the most shattered at the same time. A desire that could strip her of all logic. When she returned to the office, the magnificent room felt like an overly luxurious tomb. She sat at her desk but

"You’re already wet for me, Hazel... You dripped for me," Diego whispered, his voice a low vibration that sent Hazel’s fantasies spiraling into chaos. The heavy, deliberate squeeze between her thighs was enough to make her entire frame shudder violently. Hazel couldn't deny that she relished that rough grip. There was something trembling, heating, and dampening within Diego’s hold, and that sensation was exactly what spurred him on. Diego wore a thin smirk—a triumphant curve as if every inch of Hazel’s skin was a territory he had already conquered and mapped. "Show me then," he challenged, his eyes darkening with a hunger that was far from civilized. "Show me that you can defeat me. Show me that you can truly bring me to my knees." Hazel did not

Hazel opened her eyes long before the first ray of light could slip behind the heavy curtains. The room was still shrouded in deep darkness, silent, broken only by the rhythmic breathing of Diego, who was still sound asleep beside her. The familiar post-intimacy sensation surged back: a wave of irritation and bitter regret. A guilty pleasure. She regretted it—of course—yet without a shred of doubt, she knew she would do it again and again. That was what irritated her most: how her body and soul had become addicted to the destruction this man offered. But this morning, a new resolve replaced her resignation. Hazel would no longer be a mere toy in Diego’s hands. She would change her role. From the object being played to the player. She would prove that if there was desire between them, it originated from her.