The Hate Was Love
“Life is unpredictable, Hazel. You should consider yourself fortunate to be under my protection. Sign the contract, and your future will be secure. I’m sorry for your trouble.”
Hazel’s emotions overtook her, and she flung the contract to the floor. “I won’t do it! This is heartless, even for you!”
Jonathan rose from his chair, his cold demeanor intensifying. “Very well, Hazel. If you refuse, remember, you’re more than welcome to leave,” He gestured towards the door.
Hazel, her heart heavy with grief and despair, realized that she was trapped, not just in the mansion but in a sinister web woven by a man who embodied cruelty and power.
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