Is Emmanuella really insane?
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 POVBefore closing my eyes for sleep, a playful, almost reckless idea crossed my mind. I picked up my phone, dialing Gabriel’s number—not because I expected an answer, but to confirm what I already suspected. I wanted to see if, despite Emmanuella's threat, he had left any avenue open for me to reach him.“The number you are trying to reach is not reachable,” the automated voice informed me. Twice, I heard the same message, cold and impersonal, sealing the reality I already knew.A low, bitter laugh escaped my lips. Not that I was surprised. Of course, Gabriel had blocked me. Calls, texts—shut down. I let the phone fall onto the silk sheets beside me, a smirk spreading across my face as my mind raced. He was so terrified of Emmanuella’s threat that he would go to such lengths just to keep her silence. Pathetic.But there was something I couldn’t shake. If he was capable of driving his car straight at me, aiming to silence me forever, what held him back from dealing with Emman
Gabriel’s PovI got back home and I was sweating like a runner. It did not matter if it was night, I sweat profusely as if I had just finished a relay race in the hot afternoon.My heart was pounding. Rebecca’s words to me were heavy and shocking. She knew about everything I did after I cheated on her. She also knew about me hiring Luke for the dirty job.I paced around the sitting room, I knew what I wanted to do now. But I was skeptical if this would not mar me in the end.But it was better to focus on the moment than the later, so, I picked up my phone again and called Luke.“Hello,” I sounded to him, and hearing my voice, he just chuckled.“Let me guess, Gabriel,” he sounded mockingly, “You need my help, huh?” he said.“Shamefully yes!” I answered, and with this, he chuckled darkly again.“I know!” he said.“I could tell from your panicking voice. Tell me, who do I need to take out this time?”I breathed heavily as I heard him. This was Rebecca, who I thought would improve my life
Gabriel’s POVI paced around the living room, my hands clasped to my jaw like a man cornered by fate. Today had been a relentless storm. First, the journalist. Then, the officer. And now Luke, demanding money with the threat of blackmail.I ran a hand through my disheveled hair, trying to piece together a way out of this chaos, but my mind was a barren desert. No solutions. No hope. Only the echoes of my mistakes coming back to haunt me.Suddenly, a thought hit me like a desperate man’s prayer. “Rebecca seems to be my only hope,” I muttered.It was a slim hope, barely enough to cling to, especially since I was the one who betrayed her. I had crossed too many lines—blocking her number, ignoring her attempts to reach me—all because of Emmanuella’s threats. And now, Rebecca held the key to my undoing. The officer’s rant earlier replayed in my head like a haunting melody.“She’s the one who gave the officer the evidence,” I murmured, pacing faster. “She knows I’m behind the murders. She k
Gabriel’s POV“Have I not gotten from frying pan to fire?” I thought to myself as the officer kept tapping his feet on the floor.He was serious with his demand, and he looked like he was going to collect the money before he left my home.“I don’t have money, officer. You sure know how my business has been doing woefully. I am going bankrupt. Please, I beg you,” I explained to him. But if he understood that, it was a lie.“You are going bankrupt, but you have the funds to hire a criminal to do a dirty job for you? Tell me I am stupid without telling me I am stupid!” The officer yelled.“My friend, transfer the money to this account now or get ready to go to jail!” He slammed a paper on the table, and I squinted my eyes at it to see what was in the paper.The writing on the paper was tiny, so I picked it up, knowing he slammed it on the table for me to see.Seeing the details in the paper, “This is not an account balance,” I muttered.“This is a crypto wallet address. Such that cannot
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 f
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