All Chapters of Beg, Because I won't Let You Go!: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The event was proceeding smoothly until an "accidental" shove from behind sent Hazel stumbling. A glass of red champagne held by Scarlet—who had suddenly appeared beside her—poured perfectly, staining Hazel’s black dress with a vibrant crimson blotch that spread across her chest and stomach. "Oh my god! I am so sorry!" Scarlet exclaimed, her voice dripping with feigned regret, though her eyes sparkled with wicked triumph. "I was truly clumsy." Hazel glared at Scarlet, unable to fathom why the woman was still targeting her after all this time. Gasps rippled through the guests in the room. All eyes turned toward them. Hazel froze, feeling the cold liquid seep through the thin fabric. A hot flush of shame burned her cheeks. This was a nightmare on center stage

The silence that followed Ethan’s proposal was so thick that even the distant clink of a crystal glass rang out clearly. All eyes were fixed on Hazel—standing there with Ethan’s coat draped over her shoulders, the wine stain still marring her dress, yet her posture was erect and her face serene. In her light grey eyes, the flash of shock slowly receded, replaced by a sharp, focused calm. Hazel knew that Ethan only wanted to save her. What she had to weigh in that moment was whether to play along with his game and accept the proposal, or reject him. Both paths carried heavy consequences. Ethan remained on one knee. The engagement ring—had it never been planned, or had it always been?—sparkled in his hand. His expression was sincere, but Hazel, who had learned to read men like him, could see a sliver of he

Ethan Reed stood beneath the spotlights of the back lobby, watching Diego’s black car streak into the dark of the night, taking Hazel with it. He was slightly out of breath from his short run earlier. He leaned down, picking up his expensive coat that now lay on the cold asphalt. His fingers stroked the fine fabric, and a wry, calculating smile appeared at the corners of his lips. "Diego…" he murmured softly to himself, his light brown eyes glittering with a dark curiosity. "Let’s see just how far you, the man who is always obedient and perfect, can go in defying your own family." He knew it well. Diego Blake lived in a golden cage whose rules had been written since the day he was born. Every step was orchestrated, every decision measured, every act of obedience flawless. He had never once truly rebelled. Not becau

The drive back to the penthouse was carried out in a total silence more piercing than rage. Hazel sat rigidly in her corner, staring out at the dark window, her entire body still vibrating with a faint tremor—a mix of shameful lingering pleasure, anger, and the wound of being treated like a lifeless object. Diego, across from her, was also silent. But his silence was different; it was filled with cold calculation and something deeper, more restless, that even he was reluctant to admit.The moment the car stopped in the underground garage, Hazel immediately pushed the door open and stepped out without waiting. She walked quickly away from Diego, her still-shaking footsteps clashing against the cold marble floor. Diego followed behind her, unhurried, keeping his distance. But his eyes never left her figure—upright yet fragile.Inside the penthouse, Hazel headed straight for the maste

"Then why are you still by Diego's side?" Ethan’s question hung in the air like the persistent Herlington fog that refused to dissipate. Hazel smiled—a small smile that was more of a disguised confusion. Hazel herself was puzzled as to why she remained with Diego. Love? Certainly not! In fact, she loathed Diego! She hated his cold, possessive, and manipulative nature. But why did she stay? Ethan had offered to help her leave, more than once. Yet, she always refused. Her reason was always the same: Ethan was just like Diego. And yet, in the depths of her heart, Hazel knew Ethan was different. He had been cold and calculating at first, but beneath that lay an unexpected warmth. His coldness was a shield, a