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
Rebecca’s POVOne thing Gabriel didn’t know was that when I left the lounge, I didn’t leave completely. I was in my car, which my chauffeur had driven a distance away. With a microscope, I could see everything that was happening.Not only was I seeing what was going on, but I could also hear everything, thanks to the hearing aid attached to the microscope.And with everything I heard, I couldn’t help but smirk. Who would have thought that Emmanuella knew about the secret but had kept quiet about it all this time? Smart move! Now she was using it to control Gabriel, making sure he would never see me or talk to me again. This was a game changer, one I didn’t see coming. Nevertheless, it was a good change, and it was only a call for me to step up my game.“Hey, Natasha,” I said into the earbud in my ear. Immediately, I heard her voice reply.“I see everything that’s happening, Rebecca,” Natasha said. I wasn’t surprised. She was a skilled hacker, and I knew she had access to every CCTV c
Rebecca’s POVBreaking news spread like wildfire across Mandena. The voice of the newscaster echoed through my quiet living room.“A certain prisoner, Gabriel Moretti, has been unalived by electrocution,” the news anchor announced, her tone professional but laced with intrigue.My breath hitched. My entire body went still, my hands frozen in place.On the screen, Gabriel’s picture appeared, a mugshot I had never seen before. His sharp features looked almost lifeless, even in a still image. It felt surreal, like an illusion.How was this possible?Just a few days ago, he had been sentenced to prison. And now—he was dead?The remote slipped from my grasp, landing on the plush carpet with a soft thud. My pulse pounded in my ears as I leaned forward, my eyes glued to the television. The house around me seemed to disappear.I was alone in the living room, though the mansion was far from empty. My housekeepers, bodyguards, and chefs were somewhere in the massive estate, going about their du
Gabriel’s POVWith the voice of the man in the hat, I knew instantly that they were the one who propelled the red light in the room. They were the one who made the room so hot that it burnt my skin.“Please!” I screamed.The torturing was too much. My skin was already turning red, my inner flesh was already showing. I was being grilled alive.“Please. I will strip!” I pleaded again.“Do you say you will strip, Mr. Moretti?” the man in the hat asked.“Yes! Yes! Yes, I will!!!” I screamed my response.And just like that, I saw how he pressed a button on the desk. Instantly, the light in the room changed to normal. And my skin was not burning any longer.I needed not to hear their instruction again. I darted my hand to my jumpsuit buttons and began to loosen them.In the blink of an eye, I loosened all buttons and stripped right in front of the glass wall.“Toss the jumpsuit to the side, Mr. Moretti,” the man in the hat ordered, and with this, I obeyed humbly.As I tossed the jumpsuit to
Gabriel’s POV“AH!” I screamed heavily in the pit cell. Something large in the water had cut my feet and entered into my body.It moved like a worm in my body. The more it crept in my body, the more I felt the pain.“AHH!” I screamed loudly. It crept upwards. I saw its sign on my leg now. Then on my stomach side. It crept more upwards until it eventually came out of my ear.And like I guessed right, this was a large worm with no sign of the head or its tail. It was as long as a baby snake, and it stuck in my ear opening like it was getting some fresh air and was going to return inside when it was done.My heart raced. The pain I experienced when it crept in my body was so torturing. I couldn’t allow this to happen again.Hence, I shook my head rapidly, bent it sideways, and turned the ear of which it was downwards.I just wanted it to fall off, but it felt like it glued itself there. No amount of pressure from me, no amount of shaking my head, got it off me.It stayed like that for th
Rebecca’s POV“No! Are you silly?!” Natasha nagged on the phone.“Okay! This is where it ends. You are going to call him back right now, and you will tell him that you are done!”“If you won’t, I swear I will!” she nagged.I knew Natasha was someone who was always true to her words. If she said she was going to do something, she was going to do it. Micah’s behavior irritated her that much that I had to see this side of her.“It was a red flag,” she had calmly said before she nagged. But before, I kind of made excuses for him. She needed to put more action into her voice and let me know I was making a mistake.Deep down inside of me, I knew this too. But there was another part that didn’t want to write it off just like that. I mean, we only just started, right? I shouldn’t judge him like that too early, right?“Okay,” I said on the phone to Natasha.“I know what to do about this,” I said again, and then we ended the call.I wanted to give myself adequate time to think. So, I didn’t cal
Micah left with so much joy in his eyes, and I was glad about it. I watched as he climbed his bike and rode off from my gate. When I could no longer see the traces of him on my street, I turned and was going back inside when I saw Natasha’s car up ahead.Seeing Natasha’s car, I knew she was coming to my mansion. Hence, at the moment she drove through the gate, my bodyguards bowed to her in humble respect, knowing who she was to me.When we both got into the house,“I know I am the one who referred Micah to you. But I think he is no longer whom I thought he was,” Natasha sounded, her tone serious.We both sat down, and my curiosity grew inside me like a tree.Why did she say that all of a sudden?“Why do you think so?” I asked her.“Because you said he is just eating all the way at the restaurant and all of that...”“Oh!” I interrupted Natasha. With this, I realized I had not really updated Natasha since Micah and I left the restaurant. Everything she knew was that he ate everything he
Gabriel’s POVI quickly rolled aside. Seeing the speed and the strength Luke rolled into the swing he was coming down with his arm, I knew if the sharpened spoon should mistakenly touch me, then I’d be damned. It was going to sink into my skin like a knife, and it was going to be very fatal.As I rolled to the side. “Where you running, loser!” Luke yelled. He moved on his knees towards me, his face rigid. He looked like there was nothing that was going to stop him from using the spoon on me.On the other hand, his crew were laughing hysterically now. They enjoyed how I was running from Luke and how he chased me.When I reached the wall, I was right beside the latrine. This particular one was full of shit as it was not flushed.The breath stunk, yet, it did not matter at this moment. What mattered was Luke holding a weapon to use against me.“He is going to kill me. And there’d be nothing that will happen right after that,” I thought as I remembered Dr. Rosemary’s words again.This was
Gabriel’s POV“Gabriel Moretti.” I stammered, reminded her of whom I was.“Oh!” she sounded. And then, immediately, the call went dead.I opened my eyes. Not like I was entirely shocked by this, but it was evident that she was indifferent about me now.If it were the Rebecca that I knew, even if she couldn’t help, you’d see her putting in the effort, trying to help you out, bringing suggestions on what you could do to get out of the fatal situation. But that she ended the call at the mention of my name?She had sabotaged anything that had to do with me. I was her past, and her past I would always be. I did not matter anymore.My heart raced. I glanced at Luke, but the look on his face was not something I wanted to mess with.He knew the one I called hung up on me. He was already boiling. He knew there was no way I was going to pay him anything. I was doomed. I knew he was going to collect the money in another way.I dialed Rebecca’s number again. I didn’t want to see the bad and uglie
Gabriel’s POVGomelo burst into an episode of laughter suddenly, and I wondered what happened.It was as though he realized that the number of inmates behind Luke was far more than the number of inmates behind him.So when they fought, there was a high chance Luke was going to win. It didn’t matter if Gomelo’s men had weapons or not.“You win. But I will keep an eye on him!” Gomelo said after his episode of wicked laughter.“He is far too sweet to ignore,” he added, then winked at me as he waved with both hands to his men.“Let’s go, guys,” he said.When he winked at me, my heart sank. I didn’t need anyone to tell me what he meant by I was far too sweet to ignore.He r*ped me the other day, and certainly, I was an inmate who had never done anal sex before.My anus was still tight, and this sensation he felt while he did it was far too enjoyable for him. But would I say the same for me?My fucking ass bled, and he thought I would allow him to fucking do that to me again?Before my thou
Rebecca’s POVMy eyes pour out in a meow of confusion. No matter how I thought about Micah’s statement, I did not come to understand it even when the words seemed to be so straightforward.“What do you mean?” I asked him as I placed my hands on his knees.He looked at me. His eyes had become so watery. However, it was at this moment my chef came back into the living room to bring him his juice.I knew he wouldn’t like to be seen in the way he was. So, before my chef walked halfway into the living room, I raised my hands up.She understood the silent order and returned back into the kitchen. Just then, Micah opened up to me.“I owe money, and they are after my life,” he said.Still, I didn’t understand where he was coming from. What did he mean by he owed money and they were after his life?The way Natasha spoke of him to me, he seemed like a person who wouldn’t encounter dangerous people in all of his life. He should be living a cool and peaceful life.“Who are they? And how did you s