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She only cared about two people in her life: her grandmother and Adam. Claire had given all her money to pay for her grandmother's medical bills, and knowing her grandmother was doing well, she felt she could disappear to another corner of the world. She still kept in touch with her grandmother, but she made it clear not to share her address or phone number with anyone especially not Adam Whitmore. He was better off without her. If people saw them together, it would only hurt his career, and she'd never let that happen. People were already gossiping, claiming her child was Daniel's and that she'd been unfaithful during her marriage to Adam. It wasn't true, but she couldn't fight the world. So, she lied to protect him.

Adam stood there, frozen in shock, his heart consumed by an unbearable pain he hadn't thought was possible to feel.

"Adam," Sammy's voice broke through, shaking him out of his torment. "The media wants to talk to you."

Adam blinked, glancing around, only then noticing that his bodyguards had formed a protective barrier around him, shielding him from the eager crowd.

"I'm not in the mood," Adam muttered, his tone sharp. "Cancel all my appointments. I'm leaving."

Without waiting for a response, he turned and strode toward the exit. The bodyguards moved quickly, surrounding him to ensure his safety as the crowd erupted into a frenzy, fans shouting his name and jostling to get closer. They couldn't believe their idol was leaving without engaging with them.

After delivering Adam's message to the organizers, Sammy returned to the car, where Adam was already seated in the back, his face etched with a mix of anguish and frustration. Sammy slid into the passenger seat while one of the bodyguards took the wheel. Another car followed closely behind with the rest of the security team, ensuring Adam's exit was as smooth as possible despite the chaos outside.

"Take care of Claire's job and find out why she's working there," Adam instructed sternly. "Find her a better position and make sure she's paid well," he added with authority. But all Sammy could hear was Adam's unspoken care for his ex-wife.

Adam couldn't believe it. She had left him for that asshole who clearly couldn't take care of her or their baby. Seeing Claire working in such conditions, especially while pregnant, filled him with a deep sadness. If she were still with him, he would never let her lift a finger, let alone work in such a place. He would have pampered her like a queen, never letting her feet touch the ground.

But now, all he could feel was the sharp sting of regret. His chest tightened, and for a moment, it felt like the air had been sucked from his lungs. Gripping the seat, he loosened a few buttons of his shirt, trying to ease the suffocation that threatened to overwhelm him. His mind was consumed with thoughts of Claire, the woman he still loved, the one he couldn't forget.

Just then, Sammy's phone rang. He answered quickly, his eyes flicking toward Adam as he spoke.

"Adam, there's a problem," Sammy said, his voice tense as he glanced back at Adam, still holding his phone to his ear.

"Such a shameless whore she is!" a remark came Claire's way. She took a deep breath, trying to endure it, knowing it was part of the job-being a source of entertainment for whoever came to dine here.

"Because of her, Adam had to leave. She's pathetic," another person shouted with hatred. But Claire stayed calm, continuing her work of cleaning the tables.

Hannah was also there, trying to

make connections when she learned the entire cast and crew of the upcoming blockbuster movie were coming to the famous, luxurious hotel for promotions. Seeing Claire there was a shock to her as well, and the sight of Claire's pregnancy sparked jealousy. She was furious when she saw Adam go himself to talk to Claire. Hannah couldn't understand what kind of hold Claire had on Adam, but she was determined to teach her a lesson.

"Look at the bastard she's carrying. It's the testament of her infidelity to Adam," Hannah shouted, drawing Claire's attention. Claire recognized her voice instantly. Before she could

understand Hannah's intention!!

Hannah grabbed a glass of

champagne from a nearby table and threw it at Claire, making her gasp in

shock.

"Let her learn a lesson so she can't betray anyone else in the future," Hannah provoked the already angry crowd, and soon, everyone began closing in on Claire, throwing whatever they could grab in their hands.

Hannah seized the moment, shoving Claire hard to the floor. Claire yelped in fear, her hands instinctively protecting her stomach to shield her unborn child from the impact.

"That bastard in her belly doesn't deserve to live!" Hannah spat venomously. "It's an insult to our favorite superstar, and we should end his suffering!" Her words ignited the crowd further as a fist came crashing down on Claire, making her cry out in pain. "No, stop!" Claire screamed, but her voice was drowned by the chaos. No one listened.

The hotel security tried to intervene, but they were quickly pushed back by the enraged mob. The crowd, now wild with anger, stepped closer, their faces twisted with a terrifying resolve. Their hostility made Claire shrink back, trembling, her tear-streaked face filled with fear as she desperately cried out for help.

Chapter 292

A Real-life Love Story

"Stop it and get the hell away from my wife!" Adam's thunderous roar froze everyone in their place, forcing the crowd to step back from Claire.

His bodyguards moved swiftly, shoving the mob aside to clear a path as Adam stormed toward her.

"Oh, fuck!" Adam cursed under his breath, running a frustrated hand through his hair as his face darkened with fury. His eyes locked onto Claire, trembling and crying in pain on the floor. He promptly rushed to her side, dropping to his knees before her. "Who the fuck did this to her?" he growled, his fiery gaze sweeping across the crowd, daring anyone to respond.

The people shrank under the weight of his glare, their earlier aggression melting into silence. No one dared to speak-until Hannah stepped forward, her smugness undeterred.

"But she's not your wife, Adam," she sneered, her voice dripping with malice. "And look at her-pregnant with a bastard's child."

Adam's jaw clenched, and his icy glare turned toward her. "Shut the fuck up," he snapped, his voice sharp and cold. "That child is mine. She's mine." he announced, shrugging off his jacket and wrapping it gently around Claire's trembling form. He pulled her into his protective embrace, his piercing glare sweeping over the crowd that had dared to harm her.

"Be ready to face the consequences," he growled, his voice like steel. "For hurting my wife and threatening the life of my unborn child, I won't let a single one of you get away with this. Anyone who dares to touch my woman will regret it."

With that, Adam scooped Claire into his arms as though she weighed nothing. Holding her close, he rushed toward his car, his bodyguards clearing the way with precision and authority, ensuring no one could bother him.

"Adam, why are you here?" Claire asked, her voice filled with disbelief.

She had told him he wasn't the father of her baby. So why had he said those things? Did he really come back to save her from being killed by the frustrated mob?

"I had to come, wifey," he replied, his voice firm and his expression still stern. He carried her with unwavering determination toward his car, his bodyguards following closely to shield them from the crowd. Sammy stood by the car and quickly opened the door as Adam approached.

"Take us to the hospital-quickly!" Adam barked, his tone laced with urgency. The driver wasted no time starting the engine, speeding off to get them to the hospital as fast as possible.

Adam sat beside Claire, holding her gently in his arms. He helped her stretch her legs out on the seat and rest her head on his chest. As he continued to caress her head and arms, she could feel the rapid beat of his heart against her ear, a clear sign of his fear and anger. "Adam, you... didn't have to say those things," Claire said softly, her voice tinged with guilt. Watching him care for her so much made her feel bad for how coldly she had behaved toward him earlier.

"Listen, wifey," Adam said with severeness in his deep voice. But every time he called her 'wifey', Claire's heart skipped a beat. "I don't care who the father is," Adam continued, his tone firm, "You're mine, and so is the baby."

Claire's chest tightened. "Are you not angry about the scandal?" Claire whispered through her teary eyes.

Adam's eyes softened as he gazed down at her. "Why would I be angry, baby?" He held her closer, the warmth of his embrace comforting, as if he wanted to shield her from everything.

She blinked, tears still threatening to spill. "Your image... the fans are furious. You could lose movie deals, endorsements... It's a huge loss."

Adam's expression didn't waver. He kissed her forehead gently and said, "Nothing matters more than you, my love. I don't care about any of that. I'm willing to lose everything, as long as I have you. You're the only thing that matters to me." Claire looked up at him, blinking in disbelief.

"I love you, Claire Simon. And I want to marry you... for real this time. Will you spend the rest of your life with me? Please don't say no, because I swear I'll die if you do that," he said with such sincerity that Claire's heart swayed, and she felt like she was falling in love with him all over again.

She smiled softly, shaking her head slightly. "You're so stupid, Adam Whitmore," she said, teasing him gently.

"I know, baby. And I'm sorry for everything," he said quietly, his expression soft and sincere.

Claire watched him, a mix of admiration and disbelief in her eyes. He was apologizing for things that weren't even his fault. This man was total husband material. She thought with a little sigh.

"This baby is yours," she told him the truth, her voice steady, though there was a vulnerability in it. Adam blinked at her, clearly surprised. "If you don't believe me, we can do a paternity test," she added, her tone soft but serious.

"No," he said quickly, cutting her off. Claire raised eyebrows, confused at his response.

"No need for a test," he said, his voice firm. "For me, your word is enough, baby," he added, gently cupping her face with both hands, pulling her close. Then, lowering his head, he let his lips hover over hers, only a breath away from touching them.

"I love you, wifey. And for me, only you matter," he murmured. Claire's eyes filled with tears.

"But I'm not your wife anymore," she choked out, her voice thick with emotion.

"Then let's get married right now," he said, brushing his lips over hers but not pulling away. "I need to call you my wife, married or not." With that, he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her with all the love he felt. He felt his soul return to his body and his heart could beat again. He kissed her as if she was his whole world, not wanting to pull away,

fearing she'd slip through his fingers

again.

"I love you, Adam Whitmore," Claire whispered, breathing heavily as he finally let her catch her breath.

"I love you more, wifey," he smiled, his eyes sparkling with joy before kissing her again.

"Adam, we've reached the hospital," Sammy's voice broke through their intimate moment, and they both realized the car had stopped.

Adam quickly stepped out first and then carefully scooped Claire into his arms, carrying her into the hospital. He made sure she was seen by the best doctor, who thoroughly checked her and provided the best care for her injuries.

To their relief, the baby was fine, and

Claire didn't suffer any internal injuries. As the saying goes, all is well that ends well. Adam and Claire were grateful to have found each other through everything. It felt like a new beginning for their lives Claire had found her hero, her real-life love story that seemed straight out of a movie-full of action, drama, and, most of all, a happy ending.

However, Adam made sure that everyone who had tried to harm his wife and child faced justice. Hannah was put in ja, facing severe charges for her actions. Her career was

ruined, and her parents were leftet

the streets, begging for money and food Adam also gathered evidence against Daniel, who was now locked up for blackmail and drug abuse. With the help of Matteo Vinci, Adam ensured that Daniel would spend the rest of his life in prison, enduring daily torture through Matteo's connections in the jail.

Adam was angry with his parents, but they apologized, and Claire forgave them. She also pleaded with Adam to forgive them, and although he was still upset, he couldn't say no to his bossy wife. He had to obey her request, as always.

Chapter 293

Six months later.

"Are you ready?" Aria asked, her smile practically glowing with excitement. She was so happy for Adam, finally marrying the woman he loved-and who clearly loved him even more.

Claire smiled back, her nerves melting a little under her best friend's infectious energy. Turning to the mirror, she stared at her reflection-a beautiful bride in a stunning gown. For a moment, she barely recognized herself. Was that really her? The happiest version of herself?

Yes, it was. It was her wedding day, and she was about to marry the man who loved her unconditionally. This time, for real.

Her thoughts drifted back to the day Adam proposed. It had been utterly unexpected and completely over the top-so movie-like. She had just delivered their son, exhausted yet elated, when Adam dropped to one knee right there in the labor room with a diamond ring glinting in his hand as he popped the question.

She remembered laughing through her tears, still in disbelief that the hospital had allowed him to pull off such a stunt. But then again, Adam had his ways. He was the superstar. His friends and family had streamed into the room moments later, balloons in hand and gifts galore, serenading them with a cheesy rendition of some love song. It had felt straight out of one of his romantic movies, which made sense-it was Adam Whitmore, after all.

Claire had made him sweat, of course. She didn't say yes immediately, savoring the way he begged with those puppy-dog eyes. But in the end, how could she resist? She said yes, sealing the moment with laughter and tears while holding their newborn son in her arms. Now, as she stood there in her wedding dress, a giggle bubbled up. Life with Adam was bound to be an adventure. He was an incredible actor, a hopeless romantic, and, as she'd learned, a man full of delightful drama. And she couldn't wait to spend forever with him. Aria led Claire to the entrance of the wedding hall, where she stopped abruptly, spotting Carter standing there. Claire blinked, surprised to see him.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity. Shouldn't he be inside with his family?

Carter offered her a polite smile. "I'm here to walk you down the aisle," he said simply.

Claire's chest tightened at his words. Adam's family had embraced her wholeheartedly after the misunderstandings Daniel had caused were cleared up. They wanted to make it up to her and show her that she was truly part of their family now. Knowing she had no family of her own, Carter had stepped up without hesitation, offering to walk her down the aisle as a gesture of love and support. He treated her like a sister and Claire was grateful for that.

"Thank you," Claire whispered, her voice trembling as her eyes glistened with unshed tears.

Carter shook his head with a soft chuckle. "Ah, none of that now," he teased gently. "You'll mess up your makeup, Claire."

She laughed quietly, dabbing the corners of her eyes with her fingers. Carter reached out and gave her a brotherly side hug, comforting her silently.

Claire took a deep breath, her eyes scanning the beautifully decorated hall. She had picked out every detail herself-Adam had insisted everything be her choice. The white orchids were arranged flawlessly, their elegance matching the serene atmosphere she had envisioned. A red carpet stretched along the aisle, leading all the way to the altar. Even the cake and the menu were decisions she had meticulously made, wanting everything to be

perfect.

But despite the beauty of it all, Claire felt a knot of nerves in her stomach. She couldn't shake the lingering fear that something might go wrong. Her luck hadn't always been kind, and she silently prayed that, for once, everything would go as planned.

However, this was the second time

Adam and Claire were tying the knot, but everything about it was completely different from their first wedding. This time, she was

surrounded by people who truel.ne

cared for her, and she felt an overwhelming sense of happiness as a bride-to-be. She was in love with her groom, and that made all the difference.

This time, her groom was waiting eagerly at the end of the aisle, not frowning with impatience or treating the moment as a mere formality. She could picture Adam's face in her mind-his broad, infectious grin and eyes brimming with love, completely focused on her. Aria, sensing Claire's nervousness, stepped closer with a reassuring smile.

"Everything is going to be perfect, okay?" Aria said softly.

Claire nodded, her lips curving into a small, grateful smile. Aria handed her the flower bouquet, carefully fixing the veil around her face.

"You've got this," Aria said warmly, stepping back and gesturing towards the hall entrance.

Claire took a deep breath, and Carter appeared by her side, offering his arm with a gentle smile. "Shall we?" he asked.

With a thankful nod, Claire looped her arm through his, feeling her nerves slowly dissipate.

The grand doors were pushed open, and her heart raced. It's happening, she thought, steadying herself as the music began. A renowned LA band was playing, setting an enchanting atmosphere for Adam Whitmore's wedding.

Carter began walking Claire down the aisle, her every step measured yet tinged with excitement. As she glanced around, she caught sight of familiar faces that filled her with warmth.

To her left, Emily and Matteo stood

with their four-month-old

triplets-two boys and a girl-each baby dressed adorably for the occasion. Just a few steps ahead, Alessandro held his six-month-old daughter while their six-year-old twins, Gia and Maximo, stood close, grinning as they watched Claire

walk.

Near the stage, her mother-in-law cradled her three-month-old grandson. Catching Claire's eye, she waved cheerfully and then looked down at the baby in her arms. "Look at your mommy," she cooed. "Doesn't she look so pretty?" Claire's heart swelled with joy and warmth. She smiled back, her earlier nerves fading as happiness and love filled her every step.

Then, Claire spotted him-before anything else in the room.

Chapter 294

Then, Claire spotted him-and everything else faded. Her whole attention was fixed on him. Her heart skipped a beat as her eyes took in the Greek god standing at a distance, his gaze locked on hers, full of longing, impatience, and love.

Adam Whitmore. The superstar. Her groom. He stood tall, wearing a sharp black three-piece suit that made him look like he'd stepped right out of a movie. Handsome. Deliciously attractive. So hot, it made her want to run her fingers over every inch of his perfectly sculpted

She scolded herself in her mind. Just a little more waiting, and he was going to be hers for eternity.

She mentally slapped herself for the perverted thoughts. But how could she help it? Adam, with his flawless features and magnetic presence, always had that effect on her.

As she walked down the aisle, she saw him step forward, his gaze roamed over her with raw desire. He was taking her in, studying every inch of her as if she were the most beautiful thing in the world.

When Claire reached the stage, Carter gently let go of her hand. Adam stretched his own out toward her. With a smile, he helped her up the small step to the platform where he stood.

Leaning in, he brushed a soft kiss against her cheek, his voice a low whisper in her ear.

"You look absolutely stunning, wifey," he murmured, his eyes roaming over her before returning to her face.

His eyes glowed with pride, his love and contentment shining through in that one look, making her blush with a shy smile.

The officiant began the ceremony, his voice steady as he greeted everyone and explained the significance of this wedding. Adam stood beside Claire, holding her hand, and it made her heart skip a beat. She glanced toward the front row and spotted her grandmother, smiling at her warmly. Adam had arranged everything for her grandmother so she could live nearby-bringing her from Paris to LA, ensuring she had a comfortable place to stay, and even hiring a few housekeepers to look after her. He'd done all of this because he knew how important her grandmother was to Claire; she was the only family she had left.

Feeling a wave of gratitude and love, Claire turned back to Adam, glancing at the handsome man standing next to her and she deep down knew that he would never leave her side. This was it. She had finally found her happily ever after.

The moment had come. The officiant turned to her and asked, "Do you, Claire Simon, take Adam Whitmore to be your lawful husband?"

Claire looked at Adam, their hands still joined, and without a second thought, she smiled. "I do."

And just like that, it was done.

The officiant turned toward Adam and asked, "Do you, Adam Whitmore, take Claire Simon to be your lawful wife?"

Without hesitation, Adam looked at her with the most sincere gaze, "I do." His confidence and certainty made her heart swell.

A ring was handed to them, and they slipped them onto each other's fingers, sealing the promise they'd just made.

The officiant smiled, his voice carrying a sense of finality. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride." Adam leaned in, his lips finding hers in a kiss that sealed their happily ever after.

The crowd erupted into applause and cheers as Adam wrapped his arm around Claire's waist, pulling her closer. With one hand gently cradling the back of her neck, he tilted her face for better access and kissed her slowly, tenderly, but with undeniable passion.

Claire placed her hand on the back of his neck, pulling him even closer, her fingers tangling in his hair. His tongue slid into her mouth, coaxing hers, and the kiss deepened,

lingering far longer than it probably should have. When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, their hearts racing. Claire looked into his eyes, a soft smile

curling on her lips.

"I love you, Mrs. Whitmore," Adam announced, his voice full of pride and love, each word laced with deep emotion.

Claire smiled, her heart fluttering with emotions as she gazed up at him. "I love you too, husband," she whispered, biting her lips teasingly.

He pulled her even closer, his breath hot against her ear. "You are mine, wifey," he murmured, his words a promise, as he tightened his hold on her. Claire moaned softly, her body pressing closer to his.

"Yours forever," she breathed as Adam's grip on her slim waist tightened, pulling her into him even more.

"God, you're going to be the death of me, love," Adam groaned, kissing her again, his love for her evident in every kiss, every touch, and every lingering gaze. Aria and Emily watched the couple with joyful smiles on their faces.

"I'm so happy Adam married a

woman who loves him with

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everything she has and can go to any length's to make him happy," Emilyremarked, her voice bearing with pride for her superstar friend.

"He is a gem and a wonderful person. He deserves true love, and Claire is perfect for him-such a wonderful, loving wife.," Aria added, her voice full of admiration.

"True," Emily agreed, a breath of contentment escaping her.

She glanced at Aria, but her friend's expression had shifted to one of tension as she glanced at her phone. "What's wrong, Mia?" Emily asked, noticing the change in her friend's demeanor. "It's about Alexander," Aria replied with worry clouding her eyes.

 

Chapter 295

Triangle

"What happened to him?" Emily asked, her brows knitting together in confusion.

"Mom called and said Chloe was pushed down the stairs by Hazel," Mia said, disappointment lacing her voice.

"Oh my god! How's Chloe?" Emily gasped, her eyes wide with concern.

"She's fine, nothing major happened, but it made things even worse between Alexander and Hazel," Mia replied with a heavy sigh.

"I can't believe Hazel would do something like that," Emily murmured, shaking her head slightly. The two kept their voices low, not wanting to draw attention from the people around them.

"Me neither," Mia said quickly, searching Emily's face for some kind of agreement. "I've met Hazel a few times, and she always seemed so sweet. Full of energy and positivity. Even Mom really likes her-they got along so well after Hazel and Alexander got married." "I know," Emily said, holding Mia's hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I don't like Chloe. She's so arrogant and... kind of anti-social." Emily scrunched her nose in mild disgust.

Mia averted her eyes, her expression thoughtful. "I don't know what to say. I haven't had the chance to get to know her better-we've only met a few times. But honestly, I don't care much about her behavior as long as Alexander's happy," she replied with a shrug. "But why did he have to marry Hazel when he was in love with Chloe?" Emily asked, confusion lacing her tone.

"Ugh, it's a long story," Mia said, rolling her eyes.

"I want to know," Emily insisted, leaning in with curiosity.

Mia leaned closer, lowering her voice as she confided in her friend. "Alexander is a duke, and his wife will be the Duchess of Monaco. According to royal tradition, a duchess has to come from a noble family. Chloe... well, she's just a bar dancer with no family background, so..." She shrugged, letting Emily fill in the rest.

"That's tough," Emily said softly. "I feel bad for Hazel, being in a loveless marriage. But I feel just as bad for Alexander-he can't be with the only woman he truly loves." She nodded in quiet understanding.

Emily knew all too well the traditions of noble families and royalty-where men often kept mistresses while their wives were chosen solely to uphold titles and positions. It was an unfair and outdated practice, but one deeply ingrained in their world.

"He doesn't have a choice," Mia

admitted, her expression somber.

"He's always put his duty to the state and its people above his own feelings. And now Hazel is pregnant. Once the heir is born, I'm afraid things are only going to get more complicated." She shook her head, clearly troubled by the storm brewing in her brother's life.

"So, are you going to visit your mother and Alexander?" Emily asked.

"Yes. It's been a long time since we've seen them," Mia replied. "Alessandro and I planned to visit right after Adam's wedding. This way, we can also check on Chloe." She paused, knowing how special Chloe's place was in her brother's heart-more important than his own wife. "Do you want to come?" Mia

offered with a smile.

"I wish I could, but since you're going, someone has to handle the new project we just signed," Emily sighed.

Mia patted Emily's hand in understanding. "Thanks for holding the fort, Emily," she said warmly.

"Remember, we're partners now," Mia reminded her with a playful look. Emily had recently become her business partner, managing all the branches in France while Matteo primarily practiced law from Paris, where his main office was based.

"You're welcome, boss," Emily teased with a giggle.

"Alright, let's go congratulate the newly married couple," Emily suggested. The two women got up, their families following behind as they made their way to Adam and Claire to offer their best wishes.

The next morning, Aria and Alessandro flew to Monaco in their private jet, taking their kids along. The children were bubbling with excitement at the thought of seeing their uncle. They always loved visiting Alexander's estate, where the royal treatment made every stay feel like a lot of fun.

But, when they arrived at Montecarlo Manor, the scene unfolding before them was completely unexpected and left them utterly shocked. The police were there, handcuffing Hazel, while Camille was crying, desperately pleading with the officers to let her daughter-in-law go.

"No, please leave her. It's a

misunderstanding!" Camille insisted,

her voice breaking with emotion. But her pleas fell on deaf ears as the officers continued with their work. Desperation overtook her, and she ran to her son, her voice pleading, "Alexander, please! Stop them from taking Hazel! She's six months pregnant!"

Aria frowned when she noticed Alexander standing motionless, his cold gaze fixed on the scene, his expression unreadable. Chloe stood beside him, her eyes red from crying, but the smug look on her face didn't quite match her tears.

 

Chapter 296 A Duchess In Peril

"You can't take her like this! She's pregnant," Aria protested, stepping forward to block the officers' path.

"Ma'am, please don't interfere with police proceedings," one of the officers warned sternly. His tone prompted Alessandro to step up beside his wife.

"My wife is right," Alessandro said authoritatively. "You can't take the Duchess like this without proper justification. What's the reason for this arrest?" he demanded, his voice firm and unwavering.

The officer hesitated for a moment, recognizing him. "Mr. Valentino, Ms. Martin has pressed charges against Her Grace for attempted murder. She claims she was pushed down the stairs," the officer explained politely. "We're required to take Her Grace to the Poste de Police for legal formalities."

Alessandro took a deep breath, processing the situation. This wasn't his territory, and he knew his influence was limited here, especially since the Duke himself seemed indifferent to his wife being taken away.

Turning to Aria, he gently took her hands, his tone reassuring. "Don't worry, I'll go with Hazel and ensure she's safe. Everything will be fine," he promised, trying to ease her growing concern.

"I'll come too," Aria insisted firmly, determination flashing in her eyes.

Alessandro glanced at their daughter in Aria's arms, then at Gia and Maximo, who stood nearby, their young faces etched with worry.

"Amore mio, stay here and comfort your mother," he said softly, his tone laced with understanding. "I'll handle everything and bring Hazel back soon," he promised, brushing a reassuring hand against her arm.

Aria nodded reluctantly, her heart heavy with unease. She watched helplessly as the police led Hazel away, Alessandro trailing closely behind, keeping his promise.

Camille collapsed onto the couch, her sobs muffled as she buried her face in her hands.

Anger surged within Aria. Her eyes narrowed, and she stormed toward her brother, her voice trembling with fury. "How could you let this happen to your pregnant wife, Alexander?" she snapped, her glare sharp and accusing.

Alexander met her gaze, his expression cold and unyielding. "It's not my decision," he said flatly. "Chloe demanded an apology or said she would involve the police. Hazel refused to apologize, and Chloe followed through. This wouldn't have happened if Hazel had just apologized."

His emotionless tone only stoked Aria's frustration further. "And you will be standing there so indifferent while your wife is being dragged away like this?!" she demanded, her voice rising with disbelief.

"Come on, Alexander," Aria spat in

disgust, unable to believe her

brother's insensitivity toward his pregnant wife. "She's your wife, for God's sake! You should have

novelae

protected her," she snapped, glaring

at him.

Alexander remained silent, his cold demeanor made Aria even more angry. Suddenly, Chloe stepped between them, her eyes blazing with defiance.

"And who are you to interfere in our family matters?" she barked, clearly irritated. Chloe had never liked Aria, especially because she always took Hazel's side.

Aria was taken aback by Chloe's confrontation. But the shock quickly gave way to indignation. "Our family?!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with disbelief as her eyebrows shot up.

Her voice dripped with mockery as she continued, "Let me remind you, Chloe, this is my family-my brother's house, my sister-in-law's home. You're nothing more than an unwanted guest here."

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Chloe's face flushed with anger as she turned toward Alexander. "See? Your family thinks I'm unwanted! Your wife tries to kill me, and your sister insults me every chance she gets," she whined, her voice trembling with outrage. Tears streamed down her face as she continued, her words dripping with bitterness. "Is this how I'm repaid? For sacrificing my own happiness to be your mistress and letting you marry that selfish bitch?"

Her sobs grew louder, each one punctuated by a tearful accusation. "Alexander, you promised me! You swore you'd give me my rights when you convinced me to let you marry that filthy woman!"

Aria, standing nearby, was seething. Watching her brother remain silent as his mistress spewed venom about his wife made her blood boil. She couldn't hold back any longer.

"She is the Duchess, Chloe," Aria snapped, her tone icy and full of authority. "If you continue to speak ill of her, you'll face the legal consequences of your disrespect."

She was done with Chloe's dramatics and wasn't about to let her get away with disrespecting her sister-in-law.

Before the argument could escalate further, Alexander's voice thundered through the room, cutting through the tension. "Enough! Both of you!" He glared at them both, his tone final. "Chloe, go to your room. The doctor has advised you to rest. And Mia," he turned to his sister, his expression softening just a little, "your room is prepared. Take the kids to your room-they'll be tired. I'm instructing the chef to make something for them."

Without waiting for a response, Alexander turned and walked toward the kitchen, almost as if running from the messy situation between the women he truly cared for.

 

Chapter 297 Where She Belongs

"Matteo, handle it urgently," Alessandro demanded, pacing outside the Commissariat de Police as he spoke on the phone with his lawyer friend. "I can't let Hazel stay in jail."

"Give me a moment, Alessandro," Matteo replied calmly. "I'll see what I can arrange in Monaco to get immediate help."

The call ended, and Alessandro exhaled heavily, slipping his phone back into his coat pocket. Impatience gnawed at him as he thought about Hazel. She was six months pregnant, and he had promised Aria that he would ensure her safety at any cost. "Mr. Valentino?" a voice interrupted his thoughts.

Alessandro turned to see a man in a sharp black suit approaching him with an air of authority.

"Good evening," the man began. "I'm Victor Duval. I've been instructed by Lord Alexander to secure his wife's release."

Alessandro was slightly taken aback; he hadn't expected Alexander to send his lawyer to aid Hazel, especially after witnessing his cold indifference toward his wife earlier.

"Mr. Duval," Alessandro greeted, shaking the man's hand firmly, but his gaze remained sharp as he studied Victor. "You have the necessary paperwork?!"

Victor nodded confidently. "Everything is in order. I'll ensure the process is handled as swiftly as possible."

Alessandro gave a curt nod. "Good. Let's get this done. Hazel doesn't belong in there."

Without wasting another moment, the two men strode purposefully into the Commissariat de Police, their determined steps echoing in the corridor.

Aria had just tucked her infant daughter into bed, while Gia and Maximo were occupied watching television in their room after dinner when Alessandro finally returned.

Hearing the sound of the door, Aria and Camille hurried to greet him, their faces filled with anticipation. But their excitement waned the moment they noticed Alessandro entering the manor alone.

"Where is Hazel?" Aria asked anxiously, her worry evident in her voice.

"Amore mio," Alessandro began gently, hoping to ease Aria's concern. "Hazel is fine. She's been released on bail," he assured her. Then, his tone hardened slightly as he added, "But she refused to return home, and I couldn't force her." His sharp glare shifted toward Alexander, who had just emerged from his room.

"But where did she go?" Camille asked, her voice tinged with guilt, her face etched with worry.

"Mother, I dropped her at her parents' home at her insistence," Alessandro replied calmly.

Before anyone could respond, Alexander abruptly darted toward the exit, his jaw clenched, and his expression unreadable. He didn't offer an explanation, nor did he acknowledge the family members watching him.

Camille sighed deeply, her sadness evident in the way her shoulders sagged. Disappointment weighed heavily on her heart as she reflected on her son's behavior toward his wife. Perhaps it runs in their blood, she thought bitterly.

Men in noble, wealthy families have always been accustomed to neglecting their wives, treating them as dispensable, and seeking comfort in the arms of other women whenever they pleased, always ready to find a replacement.

Hazel stood in her miserable state before her father, her heart sinking as his cold, disdainful eyes bore into her.

"Why did you come here?" her father barked, his voice sharp with irritation. Hazel had just poured her heart out, explaining how her husband's mistress had framed her with false accusations and sent her to jail. Yet, her father remained unmoved, his expression indifferent. "This is not your home anymore, Hazel," he snapped. "Go back to your husband and do as he says. That is your utmost duty as his wife."

"But, Father, I can't bear it anymore," Hazel pleaded, her voice quivering with desperation.

"I don't care," her father cut her off

with a sigh, his tone filled with disdain. "We cannot afford to go against Lord Alexander. Do you understand? He has funded all our businesses in exchange for this marriage. If you try to jeopardize this arrangement..." His voice dropped to a menacing growl as he leaned closer, his teeth gritted with hatred. "I will kill you myself, you useless wretch."

Hazel stood frozen, her father's cold words piercing through her like ice. She turned to her mother, desperate for even the slightest glimmer of compassion, but her mother refused to meet her gaze. Her expression was as distant and unfeeling as her father's, and Hazel's heart sank further.

"Now return to your home before you make Lord Alexander angrier, and he punishes you even more harshly," her older brother, Archer, sneered, his tone full of threat.

Hazel felt her chest tighten, her

breath shallow as the weight of her isolation pressed down on her. She had a faint belief in her that her family would be her refuge, but now it felt like they were strangers. Neither her husband's home nor her own parent's house felt like a place she could belong. In that moment, she felt truly alone, the walls closing in around her as the question swirled in her mind-where could she go now? What was left for her?

Uncertainty clouded Hazel's

thoughts as she aimlessly wandered the streets, her feet carrying her with no particular destination in mind. The weight of her emotions was heavy, and every step felt more burdensome than the last. The

evening air grew colder, a het

soon,

she felt the pangs of hunger. The darkness of night was beginning to creep in, and Hazel's exhaustion caught up with her. She found a bench at a bus stop and sat down, her hand instinctively resting on her swollen belly.

"I'm sorry, baby," she whispered, her voice barely audible, as if speaking to her unborn child. "I couldn't give you a happy family... a safe home." A tear slipped down her cheek, and she quickly wiped it away, only for more to follow. She cried silently, overwhelmed by the immense weight of her situation, the isolation that seemed to stretch on forever.

Suddenly, the sound of tires screeching against the asphalt broke through the quiet. A car came to a stop right in front of her, its headlights blinding her for a moment. Hazel blinked, placing her hand in front of her eyes and squinting through the brightness as she looked up to see who it was.

 

Chapter 298 Legally And Rightfully

The headlights of the car flicked off, and the door on the driver's side swung open. A devilishly handsome man stepped out of the car. Hazel's heart, once filled with sorrow, now seethed with anger. The sadness had been replaced by a burning hatred for the man who was supposed to protect her but had allowed her to suffer at the hands of his mistress. Hazel turned her gaze away, ignoring her husband as he strode urgently toward her.

Alexander left his manor the moment he heard that Hazel had refused to return home and had gone to her father's house. When he arrived there to bring her back, he was met with an unexpected and harsh reality-her family had not allowed her to stay and had sent her away. They had hoped the Duke would approve of their treatment of his "unwanted" wife, but instead, Alexander was furious. His rage surged as he confronted them, his voice cold with anger.

"You've abandoned my wife at this hour, in the cold?" he snapped. "You will learn what happens when you disrespect her, and me." And he didn't waste a moment staying there.

Knowing his proud and stubborn wife would never return home without a fight, Alexander quickly left in search of her. He instructed his men to find her as soon as possible, his anxiety growing with each passing minute. He scanned the roads intently, his mind racing, and drove a few kilometres away from Hazel's parental home when, finally, he saw a delicate figure sitting at a bus stop. His heart skipped a beat.

Without a second thought, Alexander swerved his car onto the wrong side of the road in his desperation to reach her.

When Alexander saw Hazel's tear-stained face and her trembling body, overcome by the cold, his heart twisted with guilt and sorrow. Without a second thought, he slammed the car door shut and rushed toward her. But as soon as Hazel spotted him, she turned her face away in defiance. His heart sank a little, but there was a strange comfort in her reaction. Stubborn girl, he thought with a faint, reluctant smile.

He shrugged off his overcoat with swift movements and wrapped it around her petite frame. "You're freezing," he muttered, his voice low with concern.

"Fuck off!" Hazel cursed, her voice sharp as she immediately shrugged off his coat and threw it aside.

Alexander let out a frustrated sigh but didn't give up. He picked up the coat and draped it over her once more. This time, she tried to push it off again, but he placed a firm hand on her shoulder, stopping her.

"It's cold, Hazel," Alexander said in his deep, authoritative voice. "Let's go home."

Hazel's anger flared as she placed her small hands against her husband's firm torso and shoved him away with all her strength. "Don't touch me. And don't pretend you care," she snapped.

Her push was feeble against the Duke's strength, but he still stepped back, lowering his hand.

"It's not safe for you to be out here in the chilly night," he said, his tone intense and serious.

"Huh!" Hazel snorted bitterly. "Where was this concern when you let your little mistress send me to jail?"

"Hazel, I had no say in that," Alexander replied, his voice steady but laced with frustration. "If it had been anyone other than Chloe, I wouldn't have intervened. For me, justice is paramount for my people and my state."

Not wanting to appear biased, Alexander had refrained from intervening when Chloe accused Hazel of pushing her down the stairs. He hadn't stopped the police from taking Hazel to the station. But the moment she was taken, he had immediately called his lawyer, instructing him to handle the situation and ensure her bail was secured before she even reached the holding cell. Admitting this to Hazel, however, felt impossible-his pride wouldn't allow it.

"Go to hell with your justifications, Your Highness. I'm not buying any of it," Hazel spat, her voice trembling with fury. Her defiance burned through the chill of the night, cutting him down more than he cared to admit.

Alexander shook his head, recognizing the futility of trying to reason with her when she'd already made up her mind about him.

"Let's go home, Hazel," he said, softening his voice. "It's getting colder, and you shouldn't exhaust yourself. It's not safe for the baby." He tried a different approach, hoping concern for their child would sway her.

Though Alexander was tempted to

throw Hazel over his shoulder and force her into the car, taking her home immediately, he knew that would only make things worse. She was already furious, and the doctor had made it clear that the stress she was under was harmful to both her and their baby. He couldn't afford to make her more upset.

"Don't pretend you care about my baby when you've gotten your mistress pregnant," Hazel snapped, her voice trembling with the hurt of betrayal.

Alexander frowned in confusion. "What the hell are you talking about?" he shot back, irritation creeping into his voice. "Chloe is not pregnant with my child. I haven't slept with her."

Hazel's lips twisted into a sneer. "You can't even lie properly," she muttered as her eyes burned with anger. "Your precious girlfriend said you got her pregnant, and..." Hazel's mocking smile grew wider. "She told me every filthy detail of how you did it."

"That's not possible," Alexander

shook his head in frustration and

disbelief. "I gave you my word on our wedding night, Mrs. Montecarlo, that

I wouldn't be with any other woman as long as we are married. And swear, I haven't been with anyone else since," he reminded her. She had allowed him to touch her only on that condition, the promise he made to her.

Hazel couldn't help but swallow, recalling every detail of their first time together-and every time after that. He had made love to her with one intent, and one intent only: to get her pregnant. "Alexander Montecarlo never backs down from his word," he declared authoritatively.

Hazel felt a wave of confusion wash over her. If what he said was true, then why had Chloe lied? Why had she told her that?

"Now, if you've gotten all your answers, can we please go home?" Alexander asked again, his voice softening, though his face was stoic.

Hazel turned her face away coldly, "That's not my home. I won't live in your house."

Alexander sighed, resigned to her stubbornness.

"Hazel, you are the Duchess, and that is your home-legally and rightfully. That manor belongs to you, and you should return to the place that you own." His tone was calm but final as he declared.

Hazel's heart softened as she watched the cold expression on the man before her-who, legally and rightfully, was also hers. She grimaced at the thought.

"Then I don't want your girlfriend in my house," Hazel said firmly, her voice cold and sterile, expecting her husband to argue and abandon the idea of taking her back home.

Alexander exhaled slowly as if trying to calm himself. "Okay, I'll arrange for her to live somewhere else." He nodded, his tone more resigned than before. "Can we go home now?"

Hazel was caught off guard by Alexander's calm response, but she remained silent, refusing to look at him.

After a long pause, Alexander's patience began to wane. "Are you coming home, Mrs. Montecarlo, or do I need to pick you up in my arms and take you there?" he threatened, though his voice was far from menacing; instead, it was unexpectedly sweet and soft.

Hazel glared at him, still clearly

annoyed. But after a moment, she finally stood up and walked toward the car. Alexander quickly opened the passenger side door for her, and once she got inside, he closed the door gently before rounding the car to take his place in the driver's seat.

He started the engine, and they made their way home in silence.

 

Chapter 299 Moans Of Ecstasy

As Hazel arrived at the Montecarlo Manor, Camille and Aria rushed to greet her. Camille gently guided her inside, and as she stepped into the warmth of the manor, Hazel felt a wave of relief wash over her, the cold finally leaving her body. Aria quickly brought a cup of warm milk, and Camille ordered the servants to prepare the dining table for her daughter-in-law.

Watching Hazel's face closely, Camille, with the instinct of a mother, could tell that she was famished, and her heart ached for her pregnant daughter-in-law. She insisted that Hazel come directly to the dining table, urging her to eat. Though Hazel protested, saying she could feed herself, Camille wouldn't hear of it. She wanted to take this moment to show Hazel the love and care she had longed to give. Aria remained by Hazel's side throughout the meal, chatting with her, offering gentle distractions, and helping her forget the disturbing memories of what had happened earlier.

Hazel looked at her mother-in-law and sister-in-law, feeling her heart warm with their love and care. She couldn't help but compare it to her own family, who had never shown her this kind of affection. She had always believed her life would be a living hell, like her sisters'- trapped in marriages to wealthy men who treated them as nothing more than business transactions, using them for their own benefit. And while her husband had another woman in his life and often seemed indifferent to her, her life in his house was not as miserable as she had once feared.

What she hadn't expected was the genuine love and tenderness of her mother-in-law and sister-in-law. They were the kindest people she had ever known.

"I'm sorry, Mother. I made you worry," Hazel murmured, holding Camille's hand and pressing it gently to her chest as her eyes welled up with tears.

Camille smiled softly, wiping Hazel's cheeks. "No, my child. A mother is always worried for her children. You are my daughter, just like Adeline," she said, her voice full of warmth. "Now, eat properly, and remember, this is your home. We are your family. We will always take care of you."

Hazel nodded, her heart swelling with emotion as she ate quietly, feeling the genuine love surrounding her. Aria, seeing her sister-in-law's vulnerability, wrapped an arm around Hazel's shoulders, giving her a comforting side hug. It was a small gesture, but it meant the world to Hazel. Despite everything, Hazel couldn't shake off the constant insults from her husband's mistress and the pitying glances from people who knew she was just a wife in name. Chloe paraded herself around with the Duke, flaunting their relationship at every opportunity, making it painfully obvious that Hazel's position in the marriage was a mere formality. However, Hazel had known this arrangement from the start. She knew the Duke had no love for her, that he married her out of obligation to the state and his need for an heir. What made it worse was Chloe's cruelty. She'd done everything she could to harm Hazel and her unborn child, even going as far as trying to have her pushed down the stairs. The fall was meant to end Hazel's pregnancy or worse-take her life-but fate had other plans. Chloe slipped instead while trying to hurt Hazel, and the tables turned.

Hazel knew that if she told Alexander the truth that it was his little mistress who was the real culprit, and she, Hazel, was the victim - he would never believe her. He was too blinded by his feelings for Chloe, and she couldn't bring herself to waste her breath. After all, Alexander had even allowed Chloe to stay at their manor when she faked being sick and alone. It was clear he trusted her more than his own wife. There was no point in trying to explain any of it to him.

After dinner, Hazel went to her room to change into more comfortable clothes as she slipped into her nightgown. Just a few minutes later, the door to her room opened, and Alexander stepped inside, closing it softly behind him.

He walked over to the bed, but Hazel, who had been lying down, quickly sat up at his presence.

"Rest well, Mrs. Montecarlo," Alexander said coolly, his eyes not meeting hers as he put his phone on the bedside table and made his way to the walk-in closet. He chose his sleepwear without a glance toward her, then disappeared into the bathroom to change. Hazel wrung her hands nervously, waiting impatiently for him to come back.

"What's wrong? You don't feel like sleeping?!" Alexander asked, noticing Hazel sitting on the edge of the bed, her posture stiff and tense.

"I want a divorce," Hazel said abruptly, her words cutting through the quiet of the room like a knife.

Alexander paused, mid-reach for his phone on the side table. His eyes locked onto Hazel, disbelief flashing across his face.

"What did you say?" His voice turned cold, the words coming out sharper than he intended.

"I want a divorce," she repeated curtly, standing up as if to emphasize her resolve.

Alexander shook his head with a cold face as he returned his attention to his phone.

"Divorce is not an option in our marriage," he said, his tone calm but the icy edge in his voice was unmistakable.

"I can't live with you," Hazel snapped, the sting in her heart growing with each passing moment of his cold indifference. She felt the weight of his disregard pressing down on her chest, and it only fueled her anger.

"What's wrong now?" Alexander sighed indifferently, still engrossed in his phone.

"This!" Hazel shot back, her voice rising in frustration as she pointed a finger at him. "I can't live with a person who is completely unaffected by how I feel!"

Alexander paused, his fingers stilling on his phone as he set it aside. He turned to face her, his expression softening slightly.

"You want to talk?!" His voice, unexpectedly calm, was almost sweet, a stark contrast to his previous tone.

"I want a divorce!" Hazel huffed angrily, her nostrils flaring, her eyes red with fury. The words spilled out as if she had been holding them in for too long.

"That's not happening, Mrs. Montecarlo," Alexander replied with a soft smile, stepping closer to her.

"Then I'll run away-far away where you'll never find me," Hazel retorted defiantly, her frustration mounting as she saw how calm he remained. It only fueled her annoyance, seeing him so unshaken by her anger. "But I won't live with you."

"I want to see how far you can run from me," he leaned closer, smirking. "There's no place I can't reach, no place where I won't find you, baby." His teasing only fueled Hazel's anger even more.

"Then... then I'll kill myself and..." She couldn't finish the thought as Alexander grabbed her arm and yanked her closer.

"You won't even think about it," he growled, his voice low and serious. "No one can harm you, not even yourself. You're mine. Do you understand?" He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"No, I am not yours," she countered, her voice defiant despite her heart pounding loud nervously.

"Yes, you are," Alexander said softly, lifting her effortlessly into his arms and laying her gently on the bed. "Just like I'm yours." He declared, slamming his longing lips on hers while hovering over her petite form.

At first, the kiss was gentle, almost tentative. But as Hazel protested, struggling against his embrace, Alexander's kiss became more demanding, more possessive. His hands roamed over her soft body as he deepened the kiss, drawing her into him, making it impossible to resist.

It didn't take long for Hazel to

succumb to the seduction her charming husband was weaving around her. His every touch, his every word, seemed to pull her deeper into his embrace. Soon, she was lost in the pleasure her wicked husband was eliciting in her with his lips, fingers, and body.

Then Alexander made passionate love to her as if he couldn't get enough of her. His intensity of passion made Hazel scream his name, begging him to give her,

Pu

more

throughout the night. The entire manor echoed with her cries of eestasy. But they didn't care, so deeply lost in each other.

But for someone, those sounds were like poison. Chloe stood outside their room, hearing the passionate voices that filled the air. Her fists clenched at her sides, and her face twisted into a sinister expression. Without a word, she turned and walked away, a dark determination in her step as she made her way to her room.

 

Chapter 300 Unforeseen

Hazel woke up later than usual, and when she noticed the empty side of the bed, a slight wave of disappointment washed over her. After such a passionate night, she had hoped to find Alexander beside her. She yawned, stretching her arms above her head, then slipped out of bed, tying her silk robe around her body as she made her way to the window.

She slid the curtains aside, smiling as the early morning sun bathed the room in golden light. Her gaze shifted to the courtyard below, where she saw Alexander stepping out of the manor, making his way toward the car waiting for him on the porch. He looked impossibly handsome, his office attire sharp and perfectly tailored. Hazel couldn't help but admire him, the sight of him never failing to stir something deep inside her.

As if he could sense her eyes on him, Alexander glanced up toward the window. Their eyes met, and he gave an absent wave, a gesture that made Hazel smile in return. After a brief moment, he slid into the car, and the vehicle pulled away, leaving for his duties. It used to be rare for him to sleep in; Alexander was always punctual, never late for his office.

Hazel slowly headed to the bathroom for a shower. She had woken up late, but with a full day of appointments ahead, there was no time to waste. Once she finished getting ready, she walked down the hallway, dressed in a long, flowy dress with a matching coat over it to protect her baby bump from prying eyes.

Her assistant, Luna, was already waiting for her, holding out the schedule for the day. Camille had made sure Hazel ate a proper breakfast before she left, making sure she didn't skip a meal in the rush.

As Hazel walked through the living room, she saw Aria busy with her kids. Despite being caught up in her own family, Aria took a moment to greet Hazel warmly. Hazel smiled and made a promise to Gia and Maximo that she'd spend time with them once she got back home.

She felt a pang of regret for not being able to properly connect with the twins yesterday because of the chaos. She loved spending time with them, and she knew they enjoyed her company just as much.

In the car, Luna went over Hazel's schedule for the day. As the wife of the Duke, there were numerous events she had to attend. For today, there were a few inaugurations, ribbon cuttings, and social appearances, including the elite wives' high tea. Hazel knew these duties came with the title, and she had accepted them.

By the time the afternoon arrived, Hazel was feeling drained. She turned to Luna, her voice a little weary. "Do you think we can postpone the rest of the appointments? I'm feeling exhausted."

Luna hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Some of these are important, but if you want, I can cancel them."

Hazel shook her head, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "No, I'll manage. What's next?"

Luna checked the schedule. "Next is the inauguration of a new brand store. You only need to be there for five minutes, and then we can leave."

Hazel nodded and they headed to the venue in the car. After taking some photos with the host and meeting a few influential guests, Hazel made her way to the bathroom. Luna and her bodyguard were standing outside, waiting for her.

Suddenly, a black cloth was thrown

over her face and she felt a tight pressure around her wrists as her hands were bound. She couldn't see who was behind the attack, but she knew it was happening quickly. Her voice was muffled as she struggled, trying to call for help.

Then, the sharp sound of gunshots echoed through the venue. The crowd erupted into chaos. The kidnappers had shot the bodyguard, and Luna, terrified, shrank back, trembling in fear. Her heart raced as she fumbled for her phone, dialing Alexander's number.

Hazel was thrown into a car, the movement abrupt and jarring. She had no idea where they were taking her. After what felt like an eternity, the car finally stopped, and she was roughly dragged out. Her body was pulled violently, and when the cloth was removed from her face, Hazel wasn't surprised to see Chloe standing before her.

As evil as Chloe was, Hazel hadn't expected anything better. A sneer crossed her face.

"What do you want now, Chloe?" Hazel snapped, disgust evident in her tone.

"Your death," Chloe replied, a wicked smirk curling her lips as she raised a gun to Hazel's head.