Alle Kapitel von Beg, Because I won't Let You Go!: Kapitel 71 – Kapitel 80

"But…" Diego’s voice was suddenly very close, as if his lips were almost touching her ear, which was now sensitive due to her blindness. "In darkness like this, touch becomes the only guide. Direction becomes irrelevant, because the only direction that exists… is me." One of Diego’s hands released its hold on her wrist. Instead, those cold fingers touched her temple, then very slowly traced her jawline, moving down to her neck. His touch was like a map for her shivering skin. "And your gift…" he hissed, "…is a reminder that in all your darkness, I am the only point of reference you need." As he spoke, Hazel felt something cold and smooth being draped around her neck. A necklace. The chain was thin and light, but the pendant… was

A few days after that night of entrapment, Hazel’s life returned to its facade of normality. The platinum key was always there around her neck, cold and inseparable, a constant reminder of the choice her body had made. Diego, on the other hand, acted as if nothing had happened. He dominated her with his cold presence, commanding phone calls, and sudden visits to the penthouse that invariably ended in Hazel’s bittersweet surrender. Until one afternoon, the phone on her desk at the Daily Buzz rang. It wasn't from Diego's office extension. The name D. BLAKE flashed on the screen. Diego’s voice came through immediately, cutting straight to the point. "There is a banquet at the Grand Imperial Hotel tonight. A new investor client from the entertainment sector. Yo

That night, Hazel survived Cassandra's sharp scrutiny. Or more accurately, Cassandra was too busy playing the role of the perfect fiancée, leaning into the crook of Diego's arm, smiling sweetly at every compliment thrown her way and toward the man beside her.Diego, of course, was a master of the game. He knew exactly when to play the part of the devoted partner, standing by Cassandra with a loyalty that appeared flawless—listening intently, nodding at all the right things. He was skilled at positioning himself, clearly separating the stage from the life behind the scenes. He knew when to perform and when to be serious.Hazel realized this. And this time, instead of being tormented by the sight, she felt a cold sense of relief. The watchful eyes had shifted; she was no longer the center of Diego's attention for the moment. It gave her breathing roo

Sebastian Quinn’s friendly smile felt like a secret code that only he and Hazel understood. Ethan, standing between them with a satisfied expression, remained completely blind to it. "Actually, Ethan," Hazel said, breaking the silence with a voice steadier than she expected. "Mr. Quinn and I already had a chance to exchange greetings earlier in the ballroom." Sebastian nodded, confirming. "Indeed. I offered to converse further, but Miss Hazel seemed to have other priorities." His words were smooth, devoid of any accusatory tone. Ethan laughed, his melodious voice filling the room. "Ah, so you beat me to it, Sebastian! I thought I was the one giving you a pleasant surprise." He shook his head, turning to Hazel with twinkling eyes. "You know, Sebastian has been my friend

Diego brought his face closer. His breath, warm and laced with whiskey, fanned across Hazel’s skin. His lips—firm and often harsh—were now only a hair’s breadth from her own.The world around Hazel narrowed to a silent corridor, the cold wall against her back, and the man whose deep green eyes burned with an intensity that made it difficult to breathe. There was a lethal magnetic pull between them—a pull forged from hatred, desire, and the deepest kind of dependency.Hazel held her breath. She didn't move back. She didn't move forward. She was simply trapped, her heart thundering in her ears, waiting.And in that impossible second, before the vacuum could shatter, another voice cut through, sharp as a knife."Darling... so this is where you are?"Cassandra.She stood at the end of the hallway, wearing an elegant champagne-colored evening gown, a sweet smile plastered on her face. Her demeanor was casual, relaxed