The Hate Was Love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 4

Hazel awoke in the middle of the night, disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings of the massive mansion. She was dressed in a luxurious silk robe that was not her own, and it clung to her as she moved. The soft glow of moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting eerie shadows across the room. Her mind was very foggy and she could barely remember a thing.Curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to explore. She cautiously made her way down the grand staircase, the cool marble floor sending shivers up her spine. As she descended, she heard muffled voices coming from a nearby room. Intrigued, she followed the sounds.Inside a dimly lit study, a group of men sat around a large mahogany table, their faces obscured by the shadows. They spoke in hushed tones, discussing matters Hazel couldn't even comprehend, the whispered voices behind the heavy wooden door of an office beckoned her closerShe pressed her ear against the door, straining to hear the conversation within. The vo

In the opulent living room, Jonathan, the so called ruthless mafia tycoon, sat regally on a leather armchair. Jonathan raised his eyebrows as Hazel entered, and there was a fleeting glint of annoyance in his eyes at her audacity. “You’re here. Good,” he said coldly, folding the newspaper and setting it aside.As Hazel entered the living room, Jonathan’s eyes were immediately drawn to her, but he masked any hint of his reaction beneath the cold, Impenetrable exterior he had carefully cultivated over the years. His gaze swept over her in a detached manner, but internally, he couldn’t help but be mesmerized.The dress she wore draped elegantly over her figure, leaving one shoulder enticingly bare, the other adorned with the delicate fabric. The deep v neckline added a regal touch to the ensemble, and the relaxed fit of the dress made her appear comfortable, yet every bit the elegant and stylish woman. The sleeves, gracefully tapering towards her elbows, offered a subtle contrast to her f