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Emmanuella’s POVMany of you would call me desperate, obsessed, and throw all sorts of insults at me. But I don’t care. You’re not in my shoes, and you don’t understand how broken I was. So think whatever you want—it’s your own business.When Gabriel asked me what I was doing here, I smirked at him. If he knew the real reason I came, he wouldn’t be asking questions. He’d be running for his life, trying to escape the mess I was about to create.Or did he think I was a fool? Did he think I didn’t see everything that happened?When he left the house after I begged him to make love to me—didn’t they say that love rekindles a fading relationship? He could have just done that. Maybe it would have saved our marriage, maybe it would have helped us move past this stage. He could have seen that there was nothing Rebecca could give him that I couldn’t.But no, he chose her. I wasn’t enough.I’ve been following him since last night. I knew he stayed at a hotel, I knew he ordered a new phone, and I
Gabriel’s POVEmmanuella’s words hit me harder than anything I had ever imagined. I couldn’t believe it—she knew everything. All along, she had known. But she never let on, not once. I was in shock.This was something I did in secret, something I thought no one would ever find out about. Not even Rebecca knew what had happened. But Emmanuella did? How?“How... how did you find out?” I stammered, but she didn’t answer my question. Instead, she smirked, a look that told me if I made one wrong move, I was in for a world of pain.Her silence was more unsettling than any answer could have been. The weight of what she knew threatened to crush me. If she exposed me—if she told anyone about my involvement in the accident—my life as I knew it would
Rebecca’s POVOne thing Gabriel didn’t know was that when I left the lounge, I didn’t leave completely. I was in my car, which my chauffeur had driven a distance away. With a microscope, I could see everything that was happening.Not only was I seeing what was going on, but I could also hear everything, thanks to the hearing aid attached to the microscope.And with everything I heard, I couldn’t help but smirk. Who would have thought that Emmanuella knew about the secret but had kept quiet about it all this time? Smart move! Now she was using it to control Gabriel, making sure he would never see me or talk to me again. This was a game changer, one I didn’t see coming. Nevertheless, it was a good change, and it was only a call for me to step up my game.“Hey, Natasha,” I said into the earbud in my ear. Immediately, I heard her voice reply.“I see everything that’s happening, Rebecca,” Natasha said. I wasn’t surprised. She was a skilled hacker, and I knew she had access to every CCTV c
Rebecca’s POVBefore closing my eyes for sleep, a playful, almost reckless idea crossed my mind. I picked up my phone, dialing Gabriel’s number—not because I expected an answer, but to confirm what I already suspected. I wanted to see if, despite Emmanuella's threat, he had left any avenue open for me to reach him.“The number you are trying to reach is not reachable,” the automated voice informed me. Twice, I heard the same message, cold and impersonal, sealing the reality I already knew.A low, bitter laugh escaped my lips. Not that I was surprised. Of course, Gabriel had blocked me. Calls, texts—shut down. I let the phone fall onto the silk sheets beside me, a smirk spreading across my face as my mind raced. He was so terrified of Emmanuella’s threat that he would go to such lengths just to keep her silence. Pathetic.But there was something I couldn’t shake. If he was capable of driving his car straight at me, aiming to silence me forever, what held him back from dealing with Emman
Rebecca’s POVInside the yacht, I noticed the bodyguard didn’t follow us into the room. He simply helped his boss close the door behind us and stationed himself outside, ready to protect Lorenzo from any threat. Once the door shut, Lorenzo laughed, his eyes glinting with a smug sense of control. He gestured toward the bed—a grand, almost throne-like spread with silk sheets and red rose petals scattered across it. The arrangement was meticulous, like he’d planned every detail. The confidence in his smile made it clear he expected this to go his way. With a sly smile, I moved to the bed, carefully sitting on the edge. The position wasn’t just casual—it was deliberate. From here, I could watch him closely, prepared to turn this game in my favor if he dared to make the wrong move.He glanced at me, then smirked, clearly pleased with himself. His voice was thickly accented as he commanded in his poor English. “Become naked.”The audacity. I let out a sharp, mocking laugh, meeting his ga
Gabriel’s POVToday was the day I was meeting with the tycoon businessman Lorenzo Fabrizio, a man whom I have been chasing for years to invest in my business. Luckily for me, just at the delicate time when my business was suddenly going down the slope, my appointment with him was approved, and today was that day.Nevertheless, I was the unhappy soul amidst all of the things going on in my life. Business was not moving well, and Emmanuella was also a thorn in my flesh to the extent that she even knew my darkest secret.I wished she hadn’t known this. I wouldn’t have blocked Rebecca on all socials just to make sure she didn’t expose me.Honestly, I wouldn’t lie that sometimes it crossed my mind to take the bull by the horn, give it a try to hit and run at her, or to tackle this problem head-on in another sort of way. But I knew she’d be extra careful with me now.Each of my steps, she’d be four steps ahead, and there was nothing I could do until I saw her make a mistake. Then, I could s
Gabriel’s POVAfter Lorenzo left me at the restaurant, I didn’t get up right away. I just sat there, staring blankly at the table, replaying his words over and over in my mind.“Who could I have offended?”One name rose unbidden from the depths of my thoughts—Emmanuella. She was the only one who made sense. Our recent days together had felt like walking through fire. Her trust in me had burned away, piece by painful piece, and she’d taken drastic steps to counter my motive of leaving her and make me a prisoner in our marriage.Was this her way of getting back at me?Even so, we’re still married. If I don’t secure this investment, it will impact us both. Could she really be that indifferent? Or maybe she had money stashed away somewhere and wasn’t the least bit worried about my struggles?“Would you like anything, sir?” A waiter’s voice cut through my spiraling thoughts. I looked up at her, jolted back to reality. I knew the unspoken rules—if I wanted to linger here, even just a few m
Gabriel’s POVWhile headed home, I tried to steady my thoughts. Frustration gnawed at me, but one thing was clear—I couldn’t risk showing up without the bag her ladyship at home demanded.I turned into a fashion store, the bright lights doing nothing to ease the weight pressing on my chest like a boulder chained to my soul, dragging me deeper into the abyss of my own despair.“Can I help you?” the salesperson asked, their smile overly practiced.“I need a designer bag,” I replied curtly.“This one costs 10 grand, sir,” they said, holding up a sleek, branded piece.My stomach churned. Ten thousand dollars—for a bag. I’d already scoured the entire store, and this was the cheapest option that fit the profile. There was no escaping it.“I’ll take it,” I said, the words tasting bitter in my mouth.“Okay, sir. Please hold on while we pack it for you.”Less than a minute later, the bag was handed to me, encased in luxury wrapping. The guilt didn’t wait—it hit as I stepped out of the store. T
Emmanuella’s POVAttorney John released his creamy cum into my mouth, and I just swallowed it down my throat.One thing I loved most about him was that when he pulled down his pants and brought out his dick for me to suck, it didn’t have a foul smell. Others do. Roy does, but he, on the other hand was perfect like Gabriel always was too.When I swallowed it inside of me, I smiled smugly to him. I knew he understood that type of smile so well. And he knew what I meant by that smile.Right at this moment, he began to stroke his already shrunken penis again. Caressing it gently like the nipple of a woman. And yes, I saw how the little Mr. began to rise again like it loved the gentle stroke he was giving it.Just then, I watched as he smirked back at me.He wanted the BDSM, and I’d given it to him. Now, it was time to fuck me the proper way that I am so pleased with.“Can I take this off now?” I asked him, then nodded at my hand he already tied to the bed frame handle.He said nothing. Bu
Luke’s POVShe smiled slyly, her lips curling in a way that screamed mischief. It wasn’t just a smile—it was a promise. Then, slowly, she began to undo her buttons, her fingers deliberate as if she wanted me to watch and savor every second.This dress—whatever it was—was one of those women’s designs I couldn’t name, but it didn’t matter. As she freed each button, the fabric parted in a smooth cascade, like Moses splitting the Red Sea into two perfect halves.She stood there, unflinching under my gaze. Speaking of perfection, Emmanuella was its living embodiment.Her matching lingerie caught my attention first—a bold, fiery red that contrasted beautifully against her skin. The bra cupped her breasts just enough to tempt, while the panties clung to her hips like they were custom-made to flaunt her every curve.“You’re staring,” she teased, her voice a melodic hum, snapping me back from my trance.“Who wouldn’t?” I replied with a smirk.Her laugh was soft, almost mocking, as she took a sl
Luke’s POVI gave her an evil smile at this moment. Trust me when I say evil smile, it didn’t mean evil. It meant a smile with intent.Just like a cat smirked at you when you asked if it wanted a bowl of milk. But who doesn’t know that cats love milk?When she asked if I didn’t mind that she was married, I am a guy. A guy wants to fuck anything in a skirt that comes his way.“Of course, I know you are a married woman even before I came to help you. And don’t forget that I have met your husband one or two times, so, I don’t mind.”I saw the way she smiled as my words landed in her ears. This was what she wanted. And she was going to get it like Christ getting his last supper before his death.ScoffI pulled out my phone from my pocket and went on Google.The best thing about being in a city was there were places you could access just with the use of your phone.Without needing her permission, I began to search on the Google map for hotels closest to the restaurant we were in and their
Luke’s POVI arrived at Gabriel’s house at exactly 7:57 PM. I was supposed to pick her up at 8 PM, but I wanted to be that gentleman who arrived earlier than agreed. I walked up to the door and knocked immediately, just as I checked my watch.“Oh! My love, I’m coming!” she called out, her voice almost too eager, as though she knew exactly who it was at the door. There was something about the way she said it that made me smirk—she sounded like she was trying to spite Gabriel with our date tonight.Scoff.Women. Always so dramatic—so shallow-minded. If only she knew this was all Gabriel’s doing. She’d run ten miles away from me if she understood the danger she was really in. But no, she was walking straight into her death, completely unaware.The door creaked open, and before I could say another word, she pulled me in for a tight hug. Right in front of Gabriel. It was almost too perfect. She wanted to make a point, but she didn’t realize how much she was playing into my hands.Gabr
Emmanuella POVI lay on the bed in the bedroom, trying to stay as far away from Gabriel as possible. He had been acting strange ever since I came back home.No signs of jealousy, no signs of discomfort. He was just so relaxed, as if he couldn’t care less about anything I did.I mean, I knew this about him before. It wasn’t exactly a surprise. But come on, if a man were to drop me off the porch of our home, I should at least see some kind of reaction—just like I did when he brought home a fake aunt.I was scrolling through my phone, flicking through every blog that had posted the article from the anonymous blog accusing me of murdering Roy and the others.Suddenly, I saw another update from the same anonymous blog.I didn’t know how the handler of the blog was doing it. Even though I wasn’t following them, the blog kept showing up in our faces like it was hunting us.But this time, instead of a caption that made me feel vindicated and at ease, the headline read:"The killer of the thre
Luke’s POVI smirked inwardly as I watched Emmanuella. She had just called her husband a useless bastard and confirmed that if I was serious, she’d leave him for me in a heartbeat.“Excuse me,” I said to her, rising from my seat. Without another word, I walked out of the coffee shop.Standing near the corner of the shop’s exterior, I positioned myself strategically. The tall glass wall of the coffee shop would make it easy for her to see me without hearing anything from the outside. I wanted to make sure she knew I hadn’t left just yet.I covered my mouth with my palm and dialed Gabriel’s number. The thick glass wall between us ensured she couldn’t hear me, but I wasn’t taking any chances.“Hey, Gabriel!” I said as soon as he picked up.“I swear to God, Luke, if you—” he began, immediately threatening me. He didn’t like how I’d handled the situation with the bodies. I did kill people whom he had not sent me to kill. But he should’ve known by now: I was clearing the path for us.“Don’t
Luke’s POVI smirked inwardly as I watched Emmanuella sit at the table at the coffee shop. Her eyes were swollen. I could easily see that she did not sleep all night long.“Do you know him?” she asked me all of a sudden, leaning her head forward like she was trying to keep a secret.“Know who?” I asked, pretending to be confused. I didn’t know whom she was referring to.Of course, when she stepped down their stairs earlier, she looked like someone who was surprised to see me and Gabriel whispering. But if only she knew. Scoff!“I saw you two talking. Is there something I should know that I don’t?” she asked me again.I smiled at her boldly now. Aside from the fact that I know how to take people out of the way—if you know what I mean—lying was also another area of my specialty.“Well, he was asking me if I was the attorney and was trying to get you out of this mess,” I said to her.“And what did you say?” she asked me with a brisk voice like she was desperate to hear what I was going t
Rebecca’s POVI smiled back at him. I knew I hadn’t committed the crime. No matter how many blue documents he placed on his table, even if they had a picture of me holding a knife and slicing a throat, I’d know the evidence had been altered, and I was ready to sue.“You’re smiling?” the detective asked, clearly shocked to see that even in this situation, I was smiling at him.“I’ll give you one last chance to confess,” he said, his voice firm and threatening. “Or else, I promise you, you’ll rot in jail for the rest of your life.”“I didn’t do anything wrong,” I replied confidently.The detective scoffed, shaking his head. “You don’t understand the gravity of the situation you’re in, do you? We have a case built against you. A very strong one.”I leaned back in my chair, my arms crossed. “You can keep trying to spin your web of lies, but it’s not going to work. I’m innocent.”Just then, he opened one of the documents on the desk and turned it toward me, pushing it closer.Inside the fo
Rebecca's POVI stepped down from my limousine gently. I was on my way to a business meeting for a new initiative where we would now be selling automobiles—a different niche of business than I was used to.This was very challenging. But despite all the challenges, I couldn’t help but hear the rumors spreading around.“The wife of CEO Gabriel Moretti is accused of the murder of two people.”At first, I felt empathy for him. I mean, yes, I was one of those seeking absolute revenge on him so that he might learn his lesson, but now his wife has found herself in the midst of a murder accusation.That was pitiful. So, I decided to release my grip on revenge for the moment and just mind my own business. Making this new business flourish, just like my other businesses, was all I aimed for right now.“You fucking monster, you killed two people,” my Instagram account was bombarded.There were people who still thought I was the wife of Gabriel Moretti. And as such, I wondered if they even had a