Do you think Gabriel deserve what he is getting from Emmanuella consider what he did to Rebecca?
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 POVWhen she got out of bed and went to the bathroom, I caught a faint smirk on her face. It was subtle but unmistakable. She was up to something—something involving me. I clenched my jaw as the bathroom door clicked shut. That look wasn’t innocent. It was calculated, a silent taunt. And I could not help but wonder what her game was.She spent an eternity in there, the sound of water running grating on my nerves. When she finally emerged, she wore that pink gown—the one that clung to her curves and made me think of the times we’d fucked in the office. Back then, she was irresistible. Now, she was just a haunting shadow of my mistake.Her voice cut through my thoughts. “Enjoying the view, Gabriel?”I snapped out of it and folded my arms. “Are you going out?”She paused by the dresser, giving me a sideways glance. “Well, doesn’t it look like it?”Her smirk returned, daring me to respond. But I didn’t. Instead, I watched her grab her purse and head toward the door.When the do
Luke’s POV“A cheating woman is a dangerous woman who could kill you if you do not chase her away quickly.”I smirked at the woman Emmanuella exclaimed while I was stroking her faster and faster. And I just knew that Gabriel was lucky to be hunting her life first. If not, he would certainly be the one to go six feet under, because this woman he called his wife was ready to take him down with no remorse if given the chance.I came the second time into her. But alas, I have been long diagnosed as infertile, so there was no way she could get pregnant.Just as I pulled out my dick from her, I saw how she smiled back to me. Even the blind could see that she really enjoyed this.“I am so tired,” she breathed out tirelessly indeed. And with me, rising up from the bed, I watched how she covered herself with the blanket, and under one second, she was fast asleep.“Bitch!” I cursed at her instantly now.My expression had changed like I was not the one who just finished having sex with her. One
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. But
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