Gabriel’s POVI couldn’t believe what I was reading on my phone screen as Luke replied to me. Does this guy even know what he’s doing at all? How can he claim that hotel rooms don’t have CCTV installed because it’s against privacy laws and could lead to lawsuits? My heart raced, pounding with panic that made me shiver. My hands shook as I scrolled back through the message, rereading his words over and over again, hoping for some clarity, but none came. This is bad... This is really bad. I continued pacing around the room, glancing out the windows from time to time, hoping the sight of the street below would calm me, but it only made my anxiety worse.I knew Luke had made a terrible mistake. I should have realised this moment was inevitable the second he’d started veering off-script. The plan was simple: get rid of Emmanuella like an accident, without a trace, and everything would be fine. But Luke had gone too far. Now, the police would be here any minute, and he’d just ruined my lif
Rebecca’s POVI stepped out of my sleek black car, my heels clicking against the pavement as I adjusted the lapel of my tailored blazer. The meeting with the business executives had been exhausting, yet my mind refused to let go of darker, more pressing thoughts.The murders of Roy and Cassandra lingered heavily, clawing at my conscience like a relentless specter. Gabriel’s involvement was no longer a suspicion but a certainty, especially after Natasha provided the damning evidence.The cool night air brushed against my skin, but it did nothing to ease the fire of anger burning within me. Gabriel wasn’t just a liar and a cheat. He was a murderer, willing to send a hired killer to eliminate two innocent people—and then miraculously, I was framed for it.I entered my mansion, the soft glow of the chandelier above casting faint shadows on the marble floor. My phone buzzed in my bag, and I quickly fished it out.“Breaking News: Emmanuella Moretti Murdered in a Hotel Room!”My heart stoppe
Gabriel’s POVIt didn’t matter how much turmoil was swirling within me. One thing was certain now—no action was being taken against me for Emmanuella’s murder.There was one thing prevalent in Mandena: as news of Emmanuella’s murder went viral across all platforms, the police would have already been banging on my door to arrest me if they found me guilty by their investigation.But since they hadn’t shown up all through the night, it only meant one thing—they weren’t coming for me. Luke had indeed done a great job, and I was not a suspect at all.I stood by the window in my bedroom this morning, watching the city view and admiring the new reality I have set for myself. Just then, I pulled out my phone once again and read the blog post from the anonymous writer for the fourth time.“There was no mention of my name in the blog post. Luke has really done a great job, just as he said he would,” I muttered as though I were reading it for the first time.Excitement wrapped around me like a
Gabriel’s POVI scattered everything on the table. I yelled at the wall, kicked it as if it were a person.“Fuck you, Luke!” I screamed, as if he could hear me loud and clear—or better to say, live and direct.His game was obvious to me now. He was willing to do the dirty job for me not because he was not new to something like this but because he saw an opportunity to keep blackmailing me for as long as he needed money!Wasn’t it just yesterday he came to me finalizing this job? Just yesterday I paid him his balance—a whopping $30,000! Where the fuck did it go?What the fuck did he buy with it that he needed more money between yesterday and this morning? Just this morning?My entire body was laced with beads of sweat, like morning dew clinging to blades of grass after a humid summer night.I clutched my phone in my hand like a lifesaver. If I was told that Luke would eventually decide to be a thorn in my flesh after this, I'd argue it.Immediately, I called him again. I was breathing
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
Gabriel’s POVI scattered everything on the table. I yelled at the wall, kicked it as if it were a person.“Fuck you, Luke!” I screamed, as if he could hear me loud and clear—or better to say, live and direct.His game was obvious to me now. He was willing to do the dirty job for me not because he was not new to something like this but because he saw an opportunity to keep blackmailing me for as long as he needed money!Wasn’t it just yesterday he came to me finalizing this job? Just yesterday I paid him his balance—a whopping $30,000! Where the fuck did it go?What the fuck did he buy with it that he needed more money between yesterday and this morning? Just this morning?My entire body was laced with beads of sweat, like morning dew clinging to blades of grass after a humid summer night.I clutched my phone in my hand like a lifesaver. If I was told that Luke would eventually decide to be a thorn in my flesh after this, I'd argue it.Immediately, I called him again. I was breathing
Gabriel’s POVIt didn’t matter how much turmoil was swirling within me. One thing was certain now—no action was being taken against me for Emmanuella’s murder.There was one thing prevalent in Mandena: as news of Emmanuella’s murder went viral across all platforms, the police would have already been banging on my door to arrest me if they found me guilty by their investigation.But since they hadn’t shown up all through the night, it only meant one thing—they weren’t coming for me. Luke had indeed done a great job, and I was not a suspect at all.I stood by the window in my bedroom this morning, watching the city view and admiring the new reality I have set for myself. Just then, I pulled out my phone once again and read the blog post from the anonymous writer for the fourth time.“There was no mention of my name in the blog post. Luke has really done a great job, just as he said he would,” I muttered as though I were reading it for the first time.Excitement wrapped around me like a
Rebecca’s POVI stepped out of my sleek black car, my heels clicking against the pavement as I adjusted the lapel of my tailored blazer. The meeting with the business executives had been exhausting, yet my mind refused to let go of darker, more pressing thoughts.The murders of Roy and Cassandra lingered heavily, clawing at my conscience like a relentless specter. Gabriel’s involvement was no longer a suspicion but a certainty, especially after Natasha provided the damning evidence.The cool night air brushed against my skin, but it did nothing to ease the fire of anger burning within me. Gabriel wasn’t just a liar and a cheat. He was a murderer, willing to send a hired killer to eliminate two innocent people—and then miraculously, I was framed for it.I entered my mansion, the soft glow of the chandelier above casting faint shadows on the marble floor. My phone buzzed in my bag, and I quickly fished it out.“Breaking News: Emmanuella Moretti Murdered in a Hotel Room!”My heart stoppe
Gabriel’s POVI couldn’t believe what I was reading on my phone screen as Luke replied to me. Does this guy even know what he’s doing at all? How can he claim that hotel rooms don’t have CCTV installed because it’s against privacy laws and could lead to lawsuits? My heart raced, pounding with panic that made me shiver. My hands shook as I scrolled back through the message, rereading his words over and over again, hoping for some clarity, but none came. This is bad... This is really bad. I continued pacing around the room, glancing out the windows from time to time, hoping the sight of the street below would calm me, but it only made my anxiety worse.I knew Luke had made a terrible mistake. I should have realised this moment was inevitable the second he’d started veering off-script. The plan was simple: get rid of Emmanuella like an accident, without a trace, and everything would be fine. But Luke had gone too far. Now, the police would be here any minute, and he’d just ruined my lif
Luke’s POVWe were onto our fourth shot now. His glassy eyes and slurred words said it all—he was completely hammered.It wasn’t just the shots we’d taken together. He’d clearly started drinking long before I joined him. No man could handle that much alcohol and remain standing, let alone coherent.“Another round,” I said to the bartender, flashing a friendly smile.“I’m sorry, man,” the bartender replied, glancing uneasily at Marshall. “We don’t serve customers who’ve had too much. I’ll call room service to help him back to his hotel room.”I held back a laugh. Of course, he’d want to protect his drunken patron from whatever he thought might happen next. But his concern wasn’t going to stop me.“No need for that,” I said smoothly. “I’ve got him. I’m staying here too. I’ll make sure he gets to his room safely.”The bartender hesitated, looking between us. After a long pause, he relented. “Alright. Just be careful.”He put down the phone, and I helped Marshall to his feet, slinging his
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 words 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 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. 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