Rebecca’s POV“Yes, baby, I f**king love how you ride me.” These were the shocking words I heard as I stood at the door.Today was Gabriel’s birthday, and I had purchased a gift for him to surprise him at his office. He wasn’t expecting me, but I went anyway. After all, I was his wife. I shouldn’t be restricted from visiting my own husband, right?Standing at his office door, a wave of unease washed over me. Was I at the wrong door? “You’re the best, babe. I f**king love this,” I heard again, this time mixed with moans. My heart plummeted.There was no mistaking Gabriel's voice. Even in the dead of night or blindfolded, I could pick it out from a thousand others. I knew that voice.That’s why I barged in.My stomach churned as I threw the door open, praying I was wrong, hoping this was some horrible misunderstanding. But it wasn’t.There he was—Gabriel, my husband of five years. His pants were around his ankles, a woman straddling him with her skirt pushed up, revealing her bare backs
Rebecca’s POVThe world around me felt blurred and distant as my eyes fluttered open. The sterile smell of medicine and disinfectant hit my senses immediately, and I realized I was in a hospital room. The ceiling lights above me were too bright, almost painful.For a moment, everything was disorienting. The last thing I remembered was the sound of screeching tires... Gabriel's face, cold behind the wheel... and the impact that sent everything into darkness. My chest tightened as I tried to piece together the fragments of memory. The crash—it wasn’t just an accident. Gabriel... He did this.I blinked, and when my vision cleared, I saw Natasha sitting beside me. She had been my best friend since childhood, so I wasn’t surprised to find her here. Still, her face was strained, her eyes red from what looked like hours of crying.“Hey,” she greeted softly the moment she noticed I was awake. Her voice trembled with relief, but when I tried to respond, the dryness in my throat made it impossi
Rebecca’s POVBy our tradition, the dead must not stay long before burial. I remember how my mother buried my father quickly after his death in 2009. And now, just two days after her passing, we laid my mother to rest as well.Natasha and I left India and returned to Mandena, the country we call home.After the funeral, we went back to the family mansion. It was only Natasha and me now—she was all I had left. As we settled into the sitting room, one of the housekeepers turned on the TV. And there he was: Gabriel. His face filled the screen, celebrating his one-month wedding anniversary.Next to him was the same woman I had seen in his office, sitting on his lap like a queen. She was smiling, completely unaware of the destruction they’d caused in my life. They looked picture-perfect, soaking in the attention of flashing cameras.But I wasn’t heartbroken anymore. That part of me died with my mother. All I felt now was hatred—a deep, burning hatred for the man who had tried to kill me an
Gabriel’s POV“Babe, what about the bags and money you promised me?”Every morning, without fail. Her voice was like an alarm I couldn’t turn off, and I was starting to feel like I was trapped in a nightmare. Emmanuella was obsessed with material things, and I could barely stomach it anymore. How did I not see this before I married her? Worse, how could I have left my loyal wife, Rebecca, for someone like her?It’s only been a month since the wedding, and I already knew I had traded a diamond for a stone. Sure, Emmanuella was beautiful—no one could deny that—but beauty fades. The reality? It’s hitting me harder than I expected. I was a fool. A complete fool.During one of my interviews after the divorce, someone asked me why I left Rebecca. Back then, I said she wasn’t as flashy as Emmanuella, that I needed someone who could boost my company’s image. What a shallow thing to say. If I had just asked Rebecca to dress differently, to be more in line with what I thought I wanted, she woul
Rebecca’s POVJust as Natasha turned the laptop screen toward me, I stared at Gabriel’s bank information. Everything inside me screamed to make him learn this lesson—instantly.“Find an orphanage, empty the bank account, and let’s move on to the next one,” I said to Natasha, my voice calm but laced with resolve. She nodded without hesitation, her fingers poised over the keyboard.Emptying Gabriel’s bank account was, of course, one of the easiest things for Natasha to do. With just a hit of a button, his account would be wiped clean, and the transfer history would vanish as if it never existed.He’d go crazy—furious—at the realization that, suddenly, his millions were gone.I smirked at the thought, my pulse quickening with satisfaction. Finally, I gave the second order to Natasha. “Do it now.”However, Natasha hesitated. “Uh... Rebecca, I think Gabriel is calling me, but the call isn’t connecting. I blocked him, remember?”She held up her phone, showing me the screen. There it was, a
Gabriel’s POVI was already dressed for this meetup, but the anticipation gnawed at me. Ever since I received Natasha's text with the location, I couldn’t rest my mind.Indeed, I wronged Rebecca, but I had learned my lesson: not all that glitters is gold, and not all stones are worthless. Emmanuella was the gem I thought worth pursuing, but she turned out to be an empty barrel, unable to give anything of value. The only thing she knew how to do best was to demand for money and to sleep with me like a prostitute.If I could turn back the hands of time, I wouldn’t have betrayed Rebecca like that. It’s not too late to win her back, right?I wore a suit perfectly fitted for this day. My tie was one of the colors I knew Rebecca loved most—a perfect shade of blue. My Italian shoes were sharp and black, gleaming like coal.Checking myself out in the mirror, I knew I looked handsome. So handsome that I was confident if Rebecca set her eyes on me, she’d easily fall back for me. This was my chan
Rebecca’s POVAs I walked into the restaurant, I saw the way he looked at me, like he had seen his queen approaching. His eyes lit up, and I could feel his gaze linger, drinking in every detail as though I were something precious he’d lost and just found again. I could tell he loved what he saw. But if he thought I liked what I saw, he deceived himself.The man sitting across from me was nothing more than a shell of who I once knew. A man who killed my mother would never look good in my eyes, no matter how sharp his suit or how well he cleaned up.After taking my seat, I ordered wine, ignoring his lingering gaze. “You look beautiful, Rebecca,” he exclaimed, his voice hopeful, almost eager. He waited for a reaction, for any sign of warmth from me. But did I care? No. His words slid right off me like water off a stone. I remained cold, unfazed.“Have your seat, Mr. Moretti,” I said, gesturing for him to sit. His face betrayed a moment of shock. He expected me to melt at his compliment,
Emmanuella’s POVThere was always this saying, “A man whom you can steal can also be stolen from you.”I kept that saying in the back of my mind, knowing someday I’d have to tighten my heels and fight to keep my husband from being stolen the same way I stole him from his ex-wife.Gabriel was someone I loved since the very first day I set my eyes on him. The way he spoke, the way he dressed, how cute he looked—everything about him, down to his handsome pockets, made me fall for him. But there was one problem—he was married.How could I stand by and watch the only man I’d ever loved be with another woman?I've heard stories of some women who stole another woman's husband and they lived happily ever after. And I knew If I did this as well, definitely mine was not going to be any different. That’s why I decided to take what was mine by force. I applied for a job at his company as a secretary, and thankfully, I got hired.Once I started working there, I began wearing revealing clothes th
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
Emmanuella’s POVI gasped, letting out a sharp cry. My phone nearly slipped from my hand as I turned over on the bed. My heart raced. I couldn’t believe what I was reading.For hours, I’d been lying there, clinging to my phone and sighing every few minutes, waiting for a call from Attorney John—or at least, the man I assumed could help me. But now, reading this damning article, my mind spiraled into chaos.I scanned the words again, each one slicing through my composure."Am I the prime suspect because Cassandra is also dead?" I whispered to myself, my voice trembling.The article was gaining traction quickly. Hundreds of shares, thousands of comments. It wouldn’t be long before the police came knocking. My body froze as I imagined the interrogation, the accusations, the humiliation.I jumped out of bed. Gabriel was downstairs. Maybe he could help me. He was the man of the house, after all, and he should know what to do.I reached the door but hesitated, my hand hovering over the knob
Luke's POV“It’s me, Diana!” an old woman’s voice shouted from the other side of the door. From the tone and familiarity, I guessed it was the neighbor.I glanced back at the mess I was desperately trying to clean. If I opened the door, she’d see everything. No, I couldn't afford that to happen. “She’s not home! Come back later!” I shouted back, keeping my tone sharp.“No!” she shot back with determination.“I can just wait for her in the living room, can’t I? It’s not the first time I’ve waited for her,” she added confidently.Some people truly had a death wish. Don't they?With no other choice, I opened the door, forcing a fake smile onto my face while blocking the entrance with my body.The moment she noticed my stance, she took a cautious step back.“Who are you?” She asked, her wrinkled face twisting into a scowl as though she despised me at first sight.“You’re not Roy, not Matthew, not Anthony, and definitely not Zack. Who the hell are you? A new boyfriend?” Her tone was sharp
Luke’s POVI arrived at her address and stepped out of my car, the soft click of the door echoing in the quiet suburban neighborhood. The air was still, almost suffocating in its silence. Not a single car drove by, and only the occasional rustle of leaves broke the monotony. Perfect. No witnesses, no distractions. I adjusted my coat, slipping my fake badge into my hand, and walked up to her door.I knocked, my knuckles rapping sharply against the wood.It took a moment, but the door swung open, revealing her. Her eyes, framed by dark lashes, locked onto me with a mix of annoyance and curiosity.“How can I help you?” she asked, her tone curt.“Detective Moscow,” I said, flashing the fake badge that did not even carry my name. But I know she didn't pay attention to it. “I have some questions about Roy’s murder.”Her lips pressed into a thin line. Then she rolled her eyes. “Look, Detective, I know Roy is dead, but I didn’t kill him.” Her voice was sharp, indifferent, as though she were d