Emmanuella’s POVOne thing was clear: a cheating husband who got caught deserved no happiness—not even in his own home. And as much as I intended to keep Gabriel in this marriage, no matter what, he didn’t deserve to enjoy it.When he returned from the business trip where he had gone to close a deal, his expression said it all. He had lost.I already knew. Before his arrival, I’d seen the news about Rebecca’s company partnering with a certain Lorenzo Fabrizio. I didn’t know who Lorenzo was, but I’d bet my life it had something to do with Gabriel.He stumbled through the door, dropping his briefcase carelessly near the entrance. His tie was loosened, his shirt wrinkled, and his steps heavy. He extended a luxurious package toward me—a gift—the one I had asked him to buy for me.“Here,” he muttered, his voice flat.I took the box, my lips curling into a small smile as I opened it. Inside was a delicate designer bag studded with diamonds. I examined it closely, twisting it under the light.
Rebecca’s POV Natasha had been glued to her laptop all night. Even now, the early morning sun was peeking through the blinds, casting streaks of light across the room, but her focus hadn’t wavered. Meanwhile, I was just climbing out of bed, the lingering haze of a perfect night still wrapping around me. Last night was a resounding success. The press conference had gone flawlessly, the stage was impeccable, and the partnership with Lorenzo was splashed across every major news outlet. It was all designed for one purpose: to rattle Gabriel. I could almost picture him now—sitting alone in that cold, hollow house, watching the news that painted me as unstoppable. I couldn’t help but scoff at the thought. He deserved every ounce of despair coming his way. Dragging myself to the power room, I was greeted by Natasha’s sharp voice. “You need to see this,” she said, handing me a hot cup of coffee. Curiosity piqued, I settled into the chair across from her, adjusting my silk robe as
Gabriel’s POVAt 6:45 p.m., I adjusted my tie in the mirror one last time. My suit was immaculate, tailored to perfection, and ideal for the evening. Tonight’s meeting with Chris would be a turning point for my company. I couldn’t afford to be late, nor could I afford to lose this deal.The drive to Disco Nightlife from my home was only thirteen minutes, which meant I’d arrive two minutes early. Timing was everything in business. Arrive too early, and you look desperate. Arrive late, and you seem unprofessional. Either way, you’d lose respect and, often, the deal itself.To avoid being seen as overeager, I spent the two extra minutes outside, pretending to admire the establishment. Neon lights glowed faintly in the dusk, and the rhythmic pulse of music seeped through the walls. Couples and groups of friends walked past, laughing as they entered the venue. Despite the lively energy around me, the weight of my company’s struggles pressed heavily on my shoulders. This wasn’t just a meetin
Gabriel’s POV Stepping outside the club, I decided to confirm with Emmanuella just to be sure she wasn’t the one who made me lose my partnership with Lorenzo. “Hello,” I said on the phone as soon as the call connected. “What?” she blurted back. “Did you have anything to do with me losing my contract with Lorenzo Fabrizio?” I asked straight to the point. “Listen dear, though you are a f**ker who attempted to leave me in this marriage. I hate you for that but I won’t sabotage the contract you ought to secure so that you can take care of me to the level I want. Now get off my phone.” Emmanuella said that she hung up the call on me at once because of this. Hearing from her, though she sounded harsh and all of that, I know for sure that she couldn’t be the one. It felt odd to even think she was the one, knowing fully well that all she cared about his getting her lifestyle sponsored. Definitely, she wanted me to secure the contract and the only person smiling on the TV was Rebecca. “
Rebecca’s POVThe moment I stepped out of the Disco Nightlife, I didn’t leave immediately. Instead, I stayed back, hidden in the shadows, eager to see Gabriel’s expression when he realized there was no way to turn things around. The person he’d planned to make his brand ambassador was now mine, and there was no way for him to buy his loyalty.I smirked. About twenty minutes later, Gabriel emerged from the nightlife. His shoulders slumped, his face a mask of defeat. He looked lost, drowning in his thoughts.I watched him walk to his car, his movements heavy with frustration. First, he kicked his tires and screamed, his voice echoing in the quiet night. Then, as if in a fit of rage, he slammed his fists against the car’s bonnet, like it was his opponent in a boxing ring.“F**k!” he yelled, the raw frustration of a man unraveling before my eyes.Money can make or break a man. When he has it and spends it freely, he feels powerful, feeding his ego. But when the money stops flowing and all
Rebecca’s POV The first light of morning felt so refreshing when you knew that you had done something to put the one who used to put your heart at peril for something he might never recover from. But there was still a possibility that he’d recovered and I was about to make it more certain that he never did. I was about to make his life worse than it already was. I’d taken my elegant bath, and my makeup artists had perfectly styled me to look like the noble lady I was. Now, Natasha was with me, and we were about to do something new. “What do you think about this?” Natasha showed me her screen and I pondered staring at a building for a while. This was a fashion store adjacent to Moretti shoes on one of the popular landmarks in our city. The fashion store was said to have filed for bankruptcy because Moretti Shoes sent it out of business over a decade ago. Ever since then, their sales plummeted largely to the extent that they did not have any more sales, not even one unit sale in th
Gabriel’s POV“What the hell?” I exclaimed, my voice trembling as I stared at the screen.“Is this a sign?” My chest tightened, my heart pounding.“Am I being punished by the universe? Why? Why is my life crumbling, unravelling, and spiralling into chaos—all in a single moment?”"Maybe... maybe I need to confess to a priest.” The thought clawed its way into my mind—a desperate plea for redemption. “Maybe his faith might persuade God to forgive me?” I whispered, clinging to the idea as if it were my last lifeline.No one knew this, but I worked so hard—too hard—to make sure Diana’s Fashion Store went bankrupt over the past two decades. It was me. I was the one who planted false rumours, tarnishing their name in the media under an anonymous guise. That’s why customers abandoned her and came to me instead.It worked flawlessly. For years, I thrived. And now, after all this time, she managed to reopen her store and compete with me when I was going through a bad phase in my business and ge
Emmanuella's POV I saw him with my side eyes as he peeped into my phone. Scoff!I got it, he was trying to know if I already had a police officer's phone number and if I was planning to report him.“Alas, baby boy!” I thought to myself as I smirked. “Today is not that day I shall let your rat off to the cat.” I thought again. Just then, when I saw that his eyes were not on my phone screen again. I went into my archived messages and started texting. “Hey Roy” I texted, “Hey Emma” he replied. Roy was someone I met just a few weeks ago in one of the parties I was invited to and since then, we have been getting close. “What are you doing tonight?” I texted. “Nothing, just gonna N*****x and chill I guess?” he replied. Then I smiled into my screen as if he could see my face right through his phone. “Can I come?” I replied. And as though he expected this message, “sure. I mean, if you want to?” he sent with a smiling and love emoji at the same time. And that was it, that was all I
Gabriel’s POVMy hand trembled as I saw that the internet was all about me right now. They talked about how I have hired a criminal to do some operations for me and all of that.My heart raced. “Who was the reporter who posted this news?” I scanned each of the words in the article of the news, but I didn’t see any reporter's name.This was a perfect job to implicate me, and I swear it was working because even the television news seemed to be majoring on my matter right now.Even on the radio news, each channel was screaming my name,“Gabriel Moretti!”“I need to get out of this city,” I muttered briskly to myself as I paced around the house.Instantly, I caught my car keys and dashed out of the house.To everything I own, it was not important. I was back to square one, and even this moment was worse than square one because each person knew who I was.It got worse when another piece of evidence got to the internet.I saw this on the billboard as I was driving very fast away from Manden
Rebecca’s POVWhile I was in the car and the convoy drove through my gate outside into my street,We suddenly saw a man ride fast on his bike and double-cross us. However, before this happened at all, I was on my phone. The exposing news about Gabriel just exploded on the internet. And even if the post was just newly posted, under two minutes it already had over two thousand engagements.“Who is that?!” my voice sounded suddenly to the head of security who was perfectly sitting in the front seat in the car I was in.Because of Gabriel's criminal behavior, I have filled the form to the government to allow me to have private securities.And not just any kind of security, but security from the government, who were so trained in their duty to make sure that I was protected.This was why anytime anyone passed through my house, they’d always see the tightened security.“I don’t know ma’am. But we will find out,” the head of security answered me as he stared at me in the mirror.Seeing that
Natasha’s POVI sat in the power room, my hands resting on the keyboard, my gaze fixed on the large screen before me. The dim lighting cast a glow over the setup, amplifying the tension in the air. This wasn’t just another day at work; this was the day everything changed.A secret folder on my system contained several damning videos of Gabriel. From the moment he met the man he hired to the instant his wife’s life was cruelly taken by that same man, every detail was captured. It was indisputable evidence of his guilt.We had reported the murder case to the police. But nothing came of it. The law firm we consulted? Silent. It felt as though the entire system was protecting him. If no one else would act, then we’d take matters into our own hands. The media would be our weapon.In Mandena, the media houses wielded incredible power. A single story—the right story—could shake the world. And we were about to unleash one that would do exactly that. Gabriel Moretti’s carefully crafted image wo
Gabriel’s POVIt’s been a while since I walked into this bank for anything, even just to withdraw. Technology is a better result of our world today, and everything I’ve done with this bank in the last three years, I’ve done from my phone.Even so, it didn’t matter when I last came here. The moment I stepped into the bank, the security at the door greeted me with the utmost respect, as if I had always been coming to this bank and was some sort of executive.“Mr. Moretti, welcome,” greeted the cashier at the counter with a smile the instant I approached her.“How may we help you today, sir?” she immediately shifted to her professional demeanor.She was wearing a black suit and blue-cut computer glasses, which added to her beauty. Her hair flowed down her shoulders like a spring cascading over rocky walls in the middle of a tropical region.“Hmm…” I began, leaning on the counter and speaking softly.“I was told to report to the nearest branch. My account was frozen.”Hearing that my accou
Luke’s POVThe only place a realistic silicone mask could be gotten in Mandena was not on this street. But not to worry, I knew exactly where I could get it.Judging by what it was by the time now, they’d already closed. And then, I resolved to go the next morning.I sat on the bed edge and took off my shoes, preparing to sleep when I heard a knock on the door.Immediately, I smiled.I didn’t need anyone to tell me who was at the door. I knew exactly who was knocking. Were they not the service providers I ordered for the night?Scoff!I walked to the door and opened it. By this time, they both walked into my room in a dress that signaled they were ready for the night because they were not wearing anything other than panties and bras.Was this not the best of my life? LolLater in the morning, after we fucked all through the night like I had used some pill to make them know how manly I was in bed, and after they both left, I placed a call to Gabriel.“Hey!” I sounded on the call. But h
Luke’s POVIt was already dead at night. I knew I better start going, lest I might attract another officer to me.I was not ready to have a lot of dead bodies on me tonight. So, I hurried away from the underbridge and walked down the road alone.I could not get a taxi or anything to make me get to the law firm quickly, as it was the place I left my bike.While I was thinking about how I could get there faster, in spite of all odds against me, something just suddenly struck my mind.“Uber!” I sounded.At this instance, I brought out my phone and downloaded the Uber app. Within seconds, I had already ordered a ride that drove to my location as fast as the blink of an eye.Before I knew it, we were already at the law firm, and I got down from the Uber while it drove away.Seeing my bike where I left it, I was so pleased within myself.In other countries, most especially from what I have seen on TikTok, this could not happen. Someone would have already stolen your bike because this place
Luke’s POV“Slowly turn and take two steps forward. Easy.”I turned slowly as the voice sounded. And just then, when I finally turned, I saw that it was indeed a policeman.He dressed in uniform and had his holsters beside his belt. From what I could see, he had two holsters. Two holsters meant two guns, but he was only pointing one gun at me, while the other remained in the second holster.“Drop your gun to the ground nice and easy and kick it forward,” he instructed immediately.With this, I did as he asked me. I dropped the gun to the ground easily and kicked it forward towards him as he remained pointing the gun at me.As he saw that I listened to what he instructed, he walked slowly towards me now. His pointed gun firm at me spoke volumes as he was approaching.“If you do anything funny, I’ll shoot!” he sounded.“I won’t do anything funny, officer,” I lied.Scoff.There was something police officers needed to know. If they wanted to arrest a criminal like me, they should come in t
Luke’s POVI pointed my gun at Attorney Abel Cross. He was frightened; he raised his hands up as if he was in a war gunfight and had just surrendered.“Take everything you want, and leave me alone,” he said with his shaky voice as if I were some random thief.“Good!” I sounded.“I want your life. Now move to the other side of the car and don’t do anything funny.” I pointed the gun at him as I watched him panickedly move slowly to the passenger seat of his car.Earlier, I made sure I wore my helmet before I rasped my hand on his car window. This way, he did not recognize me at all.As he moved to the passenger’s seat, I immediately pulled the exterior door handle and got into the car. Then, I pressed the central lock button and made sure every car door in the Cadillac was locked.Attorney Abel gasped out his fright. He didn’t do a damn thing as I was still pointing my gun at him.One thing peculiar about me was that even if I had no hands, I would still drive a car perfectly. So many u
Rebecca’s POVThe morning came like a visitor that did not want to come. And hence, I was perfectly dressed for the intention I have at heart.Having waited for days and that I saw that no effort had been made by the police to arrest Gabriel, I resolved to take another step.But even before that, “Some of the police could be corrupted. So, we have to be careful of whom we reported to,” Natasha had said to me after seeing how the police had gone silent after we reported Gabriel to them and even provided them with evidence.Stepping out of my mansion, I saw that my high-alert security were active and, with this, I got into the Benz my chauffeur had opened the door for me, and we drove out of my mansion in my convoy.Arriving at the law firm, I approached an attorney, Abel, in his office after I had made sure Natasha had fixed up an appointment with him.“Welcome, Ms. Harrington. I have been expecting you.” Attorney Abel gestured his hand forward to the chair at the front of his desk.The