She desperately needed financial assistance. He craved physical intimacy. Fate intertwined their paths, igniting a fierce struggle between them. As the girl bolted, the man chased after, leaving a smug witness to their encounter. For her, every mission was a victory, though the concept of failure was foreign to her vocabulary. Staring into the mirror, a nonchalant smile played on her lips. Little did she know, her appearance had become a gateway to dreams she'd never dared to imagine. Once, she despised her striking, cursed face for its troublesome nature. Now, however, she cherished it. Her looks were her weapon, used to dismantle relationships and hearts. Only a handful more to conquer, and she could finally move on from her past actions. The weight of guilt occasionally nagged at her, but it was a necessary trade-off. To prioritize her own survival, she couldn't afford to think of others. Basic necessities like food, shelter, clothes, and education relied on self-preservation. Life had taught her this harsh lesson: survival often meant putting oneself first. It might be selfish, but that very selfishness had kept her alive. This was Hazel Wyatt, a resilient college student navigating the world. Her occupation, you might say, was quite literal – a hired heartbreaker, a disruptor of lives for hire.
