The Mafia's captive

scanning the room with caution and curiosity. Her palms were slick with s

The woman's warm smile did little to alleviate Hazel's shock, and she felt a surge of uncerta

ed it to Hazel. "Hello, Hazel, I'm the chef here. Orion told me to come and inform you to come down for dinn

t message. "Okay, I'll be there," she conveyed, her hands moving with a gentle fluidity. The woman sm

ouch. As she finished, she slipped into a tank top and shorts, the soft fabric hugging her curves. Her hair wa

und breaking the silence. The aroma of food wafted up from the kitchen, making her feel more hungry. As she wal

nd gentle gesture invited Hazel to take a seat. However, Hazel's attention was soon diverted by the sound of footsteps coming from t

, Hazel maintained her composure, refusing to meet his eyes. The atmosphere in the room was t

ually looked up to meet his eyes. "What?" she asked, her voice sharp. Orion's smirk and slight headshake only ad

y me?" she asked, her expression a mix of curiosity and frustration. Orion's surprise was evident

he said, his expression unreadable. Hazel's skepticism was evident, her eyes narrowing s

g. From the dinner party from college, to Nathaniel's conversation with the unknown woman, Orion's words painted a picture of

mix of sadness and anger. "You could have just ended the wedding, why did you

d onto hers as he stood up. "You'll find out when it's time," he said, his voice l

s he left, her mind racing with questions. "Why is he being so myste

side, where the guards stood at attention, their gazes fixed ahead, ignoring her presence. The night

underwater lights. The pool's sheer size and the surrounding deck, adorned with lounge chairs and umbrellas, created a sense of opulence. Alth

felt at peace. But her serenity was short lived, as her feet tripped over, and she tumbled into

wards her. It was Orion, his powerful strokes propelling him through the water with ease. Time seemed to slo