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Fateful Redemption: From Betrayal to Love's Revenge

"Don't go, please," Hazel's voice trembled as her fingers clung desperately to his. Tears welled in her eyes as she held his gaze. "I've forgiven you already. I love you too much to let you go. You could love her, but please, let me remain by your side… please." "Hazel, I'm sorry, but I can't return your feelings," Max's tone was icy, unyielding. "My heart belongs to someone else." Hazel's pleas grew more desperate, her tears falling freely. "No, don't you see? My heart aches for you alone. I can't imagine living without you." "Hazel, I implore you not to push me," Max's voice was firm, a wall between them. "You need to let me go. It's time to move on. I never felt the same way for you..." ..................................................................... "I refuse to burden others with my emotions. I won't be at the mercy of my feelings. Instead, I'll harness and enjoy them, using them to my advantage. The blood that flows from my heart is precious, and I won't let it be spilled in pain..."

Goldenheart001 · Fantasy
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48 Chs

chapter 12 Tangled Emotions

Tangled Emotions

The moment stretched taut with anticipation as Hazel greeted Mr. Yunus's entry with a polite smile. Her gaze inadvertently strayed to his son, who ran into his waiting arms. Their affectionate exchange was a heartwarming display of their close relationship.

An empathetic glance from the nanny seemed to suggest that Hazel's concern for Yunus's well-being was noticed. The memory of the recent harrowing encounter with the would-be kidnappers lingered in her mind like a shadow, clouding her thoughts even as Yunus beckoned her to follow him into his room.

As she crossed the threshold, Hazel's pulse quickened. The room was a haven of comfort and luxury, a blend of aesthetic and practicality. The sight of Yunus's sigh, though, sobered her momentarily, drawing her focus back from the lavish environment to the man himself.

An unexpected request escaped Yunus's lips as he sought her help with unbuttoning his shirt. His grin held a playful gleam, and Hazel couldn't help but feel an involuntary smile tugging at her lips. "You act like a loyal wife," he quipped, his words carrying a hint of teasing mischief.

It was in that fleeting moment, as Hazel's fingers moved deftly over the buttons, that a wave of intimacy swept through the room. Her heart raced, her senses heightened by the closeness of their bodies. Yunus's gaze was an anchor, and as his shirt slowly revealed the contours of his chest, Hazel felt a tingling warmth spread through her.

With the last button unfastened, Hazel's breath hitched. The playful atmosphere shifted into something charged, something that crackled in the air between them. Yunus leaned in closer, his lips dangerously close to hers. Her heart drummed a wild rhythm, and for a breathless moment, it seemed inevitable that their lips would meet.

And then, with the memories of a past love's passionate kisses flooding her mind, Hazel's world shifted. The taste of another's lips, a time when emotions ran deep, filled her senses. A kaleidoscope of emotions—the thrill of attraction, the warmth of connection, the intensity of shared moments—collided within her.

In a desperate act of self-preservation, Hazel pulled away abruptly, her breath ragged. The room felt stifling, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of shock and realization. "Did you remember something?" Yunus's voice was a mix of hope and wonder, and Hazel could only nod, her own astonishment mirrored in her eyes.

"I remembered a kiss," she confessed, her voice a tremulous whisper. "A kiss that was passionate, all-consuming."

Yunus's eyes glinted with a mixture of relief and excitement. "Can you see the person's face?" he asked, his voice soft.

Hazel closed her eyes, focusing on the memory. "Yes," she replied, her words carrying a hint of longing. "I can describe him."

A slow smile curved Yunus's lips, his eyes dancing with a newfound fervor. "It's as if the puzzle pieces are slowly falling into place," he mused. "One of the three men you encountered may hold the key to unlocking your true identity."

Yunus excused himself to the bathroom, leaving Hazel in a state of contemplation. Her thoughts meandered to a photograph on a nearby table—an image of Yunus with a radiant blonde woman. The resemblance between the woman and his son was striking, sparking a curiosity within her that couldn't be quelled.

As she lingered in the room, Yunus emerged from the bathroom, his appearance casual in pajamas. Hazel's gaze naturally gravitated toward him, the air heavy with a newfound awareness. Yet, as her eyes took in his nearly bare form, a surprised gasp escaped her lips, and she instinctively turned to flee from the room.

In the corridor, heart pounding in her chest, Hazel muttered to herself with a mixture of embarrassment and amusement, "He's a shameless man."

In those moments of uncertainty and vulnerability, Hazel's perception of Yunus became even more complex. The unexpected interplay of emotions continued to weave a tapestry of connection between them, one that defied the boundaries of her lost memories and offered a glimpse into the layers of their evolving relationship.

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