Rebecca’s POV“Rebecca, his wife is outside. She is staring at you now,” Natasha said through the earbud in my ear, prompting me to smile again. Though the smile appeared cute and harmless to Gabriel, it was, in fact, a smirk. It was the perfect moment to inflict pain on the woman who had taken my place, and I wanted her to feel three times the anguish I experienced when Gabriel betrayed me.Just then, I heard Natasha again. “One of his connections is just leaving a short distance away. We’ll talk more about that when you get here.” I waited to respond, ensuring Gabriel wouldn’t suspect anything. I coughed once to signal that I had heard her.Gabriel rushed to grab a bottle of water, believing my cough was genuine and that I needed it to calm myself. How foolish of him! But it was anyway an unplanned move to make his little wife even more jealous. I accepted the glass of water from him, smiling sweetly.As I took the glass, I brushed my fingers lightly against his, ensuring it was at a
Gabriel’s POV As Rebecca left, I couldn't believe my eyes at who entered the restaurant. "How did she know I was here?" I asked myself, my thoughts spinning, but before I could process any answers, she was already in my face, her eyes flashing with betrayal."How could you?" Emmanuella scowled, her voice trembling with anger and hurt."Emmanuella, what are you doing—" I started, trying to make sense of the situation, but she cut me off before I could even finish the sentence.She grabbed the glass of wine Rebecca had left behind and threw it right in my face, the cold liquid stinging my eyes. The shock hit me like a brick wall. But before I could react, Emmanuella picked up the bottle of water I’d given to Rebecca and dumped it over my head, drenching me completely.My breath hitched as the icy water trickled down my face, soaking my suit and turning heads all around the restaurant. Everyone – doormen, waiters, even the kitchen staff peeking out – watched in stunned silence as Emmanue
Emmanuella’s POVMany would call me mad. But I was not mad; I was just a woman ready to keep her man by any means necessary. The moment we left the restaurant and I chased after him home, I felt there was no longer any reason to create a scene. I mean, we were now home, and there was no Rebecca anywhere, right?I began to keep malice with him immediately. I needed him to come to me, to come on his knees, to beg me for forgiveness and promise me he wouldn’t be with her for any reason again.And just at that moment when he would do that, I’d take his phone from him, remove his SIM card—it wouldn’t even matter how many business contacts he had. I would be ready to break his SIM card into two halves and step on it while I personally got him a new line, ensuring he stayed away from that bitch called Rebecca.But he didn’t come to me. He didn’t say a word after I started keeping malice with him instantly.I went to our room, but he went to the visitor’s room instead. Is he mad?Not a trace
Gabriel’s POVI was still on the phone call with my lawyer when I heard Emmanuella tiptoeing quickly toward me. Instinctively, I knew this was going to be ugly, so I had already hung up the call with my lawyer. But I pretended to still be on the line, changing the words coming out of my mouth to something generic, anything to keep her from discovering what I was really talking about and to whom.Suddenly, she snatched the phone from my ear and smashed it to the ground. Her eyes darted dangerously at me, filled with a rage I had never seen before. It was as if she could hold a knife and wouldn’t hesitate to stab it right into my stomach.I had never seen this side of Emmanuella. I never even knew it existed. She was like a rabid dog, aggressive, disoriented, and with a brain tumor that made her no longer recognize her owner. Her fury was palpable, a living thing that filled the space between us.“Try me again, and it won’t be your phone I smash to the ground; it will be your face,” she
Rebecca’s POVPeople who bring unhappiness often don’t realize the depth of hurt they cause. Only the person suffering truly knows. And for me, the grief of my mother’s loss has yet to release its grip on my heart.It should have been a clear, blue-sky morning—a refreshing one, filled with a solemn breeze and all. But it wasn’t. My emotions, my heart, and my soul were drowning in grief.The night before, I dreamt about my mother. She appeared in my dream, smiling with her big heart and loving expression. She was a good mother. Even after all my disobedience and poor choices, she was there for me when I was at my lowest.I wish I had listened to her warnings. If only I hadn’t disobeyed and married that son of a bitch. Perhaps she would still be alive, and we’d be living peacefully and in good health. But he killed her, indirectly yet absolutely. And he thinks I could forgive him so easily?Last night, he sent me a text, and I could almost taste his desperation. For someone who tried to
Gabriel’s POVThe question kept gnawing at me: What was really happening?I couldn’t understand Rebecca anymore, and that unsettled me deeply. Just last night, our conversation had ended on what I thought was a hopeful note. I’d clung to it, believing we were finally making progress. But now, seeing her again, her expression so unreadable, I could feel doubt creeping in, eroding that brief, fragile hope.When she arrived at the restaurant, I felt an involuntary jolt in my chest. There she was, looking ethereal, almost angelic. In that moment, I was acutely aware of every detail—her deep red lips, her dark hair framing her face just so, her skin almost glowing in the dim light. She was elegance and strength wrapped in beauty, a force that felt untouchable and yet was standing right before me. I rose to my feet, nervous but eager, and reached out to hug her, wanting her to feel how much her presence meant to me. But as my arms wrapped around her, she barely reciprocated, stiffening ever
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
Luke’s POVOne thing about me was that I never miscalculated. After the nonsense Rebecca spewed, of which she thought she said something that made sense, I studied her securities and saw that each of them was carried away looking at another angle, careful not to let any unwanted encroachment near the restaurant.And so with this, I knew that if I pulled my trigger at this instance, I could get my aim done and then fight my way out of this restaurant. At least, I was not using my real face; I was wearing a realistic mask, and I could get away pretty easily.“You don’t want to do that. Trust me!” Rebecca said to me with a firm and confident voice.Was she insane?When a gun was pointed even at the bravest person on earth, such a person should blink a type of fear because their life was in the hands of the person pointing the gun at them.But for Rebecca?How was she able to stay confident in the face of death?“I will fucking blow your head off,” I said, pushing the gun closer to her he
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