All Chapters of Beg, Because I won't Let You Go!: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

That night, Diego did not sleep. After witnessing Hazel nearly faint in the lobby and subsequently being picked up by Ethan—information provided by his spies who never slept—his rage was no longer a burning fire, but a frozen lava within his chest. Cold, heavy, and crushing from the inside out.Never had he imagined he could be made this angry by a woman—Hazel Anne Quinn, whom he had known for only a few months.He stood behind the window of his office at the Blake Industries Tower, gazing out at the city of Herlington, which never truly went dark. His fingers were clenched tightly behind his back, his knuckles turning white. He knew where Ethan’s villa was. He could order his men to fetch Hazel by force; he could smash through the villa doors and drag her out by her hair if necessary. But he didn't.It wasn't because of ethics. It wasn't because he feared Ethan. It was a test—for himself, and for Hazel.He wanted to see. Would Hazel return on her own? Or would she choose to take shel

Three weeks passed with suffocating speed.The long-awaited day—or for some, the most dreaded—finally arrived. The Quinn Estate, usually a symbol of heritage and aristocratic rigidity, had been transformed into a fairytale stage that was almost too perfect. Thousands of white and gold flowers adorned every marble pillar, crystal chandeliers reflected warm candlelight, and soft orchestral music drifted through the fragrant night air.This was the official engagement announcement of Diego Blake and Cassandra Vanguard. An event Herlington would remember forever, exactly as Cassandra had promised.And in the midst of all this grandeur, Hazel Anne Quinn stood like a living, breathing statue.She wore a simple, long floor-length gown in pearl grey—an elegant yet understated cut, befitting her role as the media liaison for the Daily Buzz. Her hair was swept into a neat bun, her face polished with flawless makeup that hid the dark shadows beneath her eyes. She smiled. The smile never reached

The party was finally over. The festivities and cheers faded, replaced by a long silence and the scent of wilting flowers. Hazel, with an exhaustion that reached into her very bones, was gathering the last of her equipment in a corner of the now-empty grand hall.There was a sense of relief because, finally, she could go home and sleep.Her feet and back ached. However, this physical fatigue was still easier to bear than the chaos in her heart. The image of Diego standing at the cellar door, his face fractured by an emotion she couldn’t read, remained etched in her mind. She pushed the shadow away.‘It’s none of your business anymore,’ she whispered to herself. ‘He belongs to someone else.’Suddenly, steady and measured footsteps approached. An elderly man, dressed in an impeccably neat tuxedo with silver hair perfectly combed, bowed slightly before her. He was the head butler of the Quinn Estate, his face like smooth, expressionless wood carving.“Miss Hazel,” he said in a deep, prac

Hazel was still standing in the middle of that grand library, her heart oscillating between deep relief and overwhelming confusion. The tears had stopped, leaving damp tracks on her cheeks and a strange emptiness in her chest. She had just gained something she never thought she’d have again: family. A root. A place she might actually call 'home.'But there was still one thread tied tight, and that thread was named Diego Ronan Blake."I... I don't know what to say," Hazel finally murmured, her voice still faint. She wiped her cheek with the back of her hand. "This is... it's a lot."Jasper Quinn nodded, his eyes full of understanding. "I know, sweetheart. I know it’s a shock." He took a breath. "But tonight, I don't want you to leave. At least, look first. See a piece of your mother that is still whole here."He turned and walked slowly toward a hidden door nestled between the bookshelves. With a bit of effort, he pushed it open. "Come here."With heavy steps fueled by curiosity, Hazel

"No! No one is leaving!" Diego’s voice exploded, shattering the fragile silence. In two large strides, he snatched the bag from Hazel’s hand and threw it onto the bed with a rough motion."Diego, you can't keep locking me up here!" Hazel shot back, her voice rising. "You're getting married soon. This is over."His green eyes pierced hers. "Are you jealous?" he asked, his voice low, filled with a pressing, hidden hope.Hazel gave a bitter smile. "Do I look jealous? I just want you to live your life well. Thank you for taking care of me. Now, it's time for me to go.""No!" This time, the word sounded like a groan. Diego closed the distance, pulling Hazel forcibly into an embrace. It wasn't his usual possessive hold. This was an embrace of desperation. Diego’s arms wrapped around her so tightly she could feel every tense muscle, every fast and irregular heartbeat. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling deeply."You can't go," he murmured, his voice trembling. "You can't."The hug was s