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.Text content © Nôdaisynovel.com.
"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,
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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.