Rebecca’s POV
The 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 impossible. All I could manage was a rough sound that felt like sandpaper.
“Don’t try to speak yet. You’ve been through a lot.” Natasha quickly moved to help me adjust on the bed, but when I tried to sit up, she stopped me. “No, you can’t do that. The doctor said you need to stay still for a while longer.”
My mind felt sluggish as I tried to process her words. What had happened? Why was I in a hospital? The images in my head—the cheating, the accident—flashed like broken pieces of glass. Then it hit me like a tidal wave. Gabriel. He cheated. He crashed into me. My heart pounded against my chest, panic rising with every second.
“Where’s my mother?” I croaked, my voice weak but urgent. “Natasha, which hospital is this? I need to talk to my mom. I need to tell her about Gabriel—he needs to be arrested!”
At the mention of Gabriel, Natasha’s face shifted, her eyes darkening with something I couldn’t place. She hesitated, her lips pressing into a thin line, as if there was something she didn’t want to tell me.
“Rebecca, just rest for now, okay? I’ll call your mom once you’re feeling better,” Natasha said, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
But I knew her too well. Something was wrong. My heart pounded in my chest, and panic began to rise. “Natasha, what’s happened? Tell me! Where’s my mother?” I demanded, my voice gaining strength through the fear gripping me.
Her face crumpled, and before she could hold back, tears welled up in her eyes. “Rebecca,” she began, her voice thick with emotion. “You weren’t just in an accident yesterday. You’ve been in a coma... for a month.”
My heart stopped. “A month?” I echoed, disbelief crashing over me. “How? What about my mom? Where is she?”
Natasha took a deep breath, moving closer to sit on the edge of the bed. Her eyes were pained, and I could tell she was struggling to find the right words. “Your mom… She brought you to India for treatment after the accident. You had surgery, Rebecca. Your heart was damaged. But during the operation, you fell into a coma.”
My pulse raced as I braced myself for the worst, sensing there was something even more devastating coming. “What about her? What happened to my mom, Natasha?” I begged, dread filling my voice.
“She’s alive, but...” Natasha’s voice wavered, and the words tumbled out quickly, as if she were afraid to tell me. “After you fell into a coma, the doctors told her there was a chance you wouldn’t make it. The shock of it… she collapsed, Rebecca. She’s been in a coma ever since. It’s been a month. Tomorrow marks one month.”
My heart felt like it had been ripped from my chest. I couldn’t breathe; I couldn’t process the weight of what Natasha had just told me. “No… no, that can’t be true.” I muttered, shaking my head, my voice breaking.
Natasha reached for my hand, squeezing it tightly. “The doctors say she’s improving. She’ll wake up, Rebecca. She has to.”
“If I made it... then she can too,” I whispered, trying to believe it, trying to cling to that hope. But deep down, I could feel something breaking inside me.
Before I could say more, the door to my hospital room opened, and the doctor stepped in. She made a quick check of my condition, shining a light into my eyes, nodding as if satisfied with my recovery. But none of it registered. My mind was far from this room, locked in the uncertainty of my mother’s fate, and the growing fury I felt toward Gabriel.
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The next morning, I felt strong enough to move, and I insisted on seeing my mother. Natasha reluctantly helped me out of bed, supporting me as I walked with slow, unsteady steps toward her room. I was weak, but determination pushed me forward.
As we neared the hallway, a sudden rush of doctors and nurses raced past us toward a room ahead. I froze as Natasha’s grip tightened on my arm. Her face went pale, and her eyes filled with dread.
“No,” she whispered, her voice breaking.
My stomach dropped. “Is it…?” I couldn’t even finish the sentence.
Natasha didn’t need to answer. Her expression said it all. Panic surged through me, and I pushed myself forward, ignoring the pain as I hobbled down the hallway. The doctors’ voices echoed in my ears, frantic and urgent.
“We’re losing her! Harder!” They shouted from the room.
My heart pounded as I reached the door, only to be stopped by a nurse. I stood there, helpless, watching through the glass as they worked on my mother. Every second felt like a lifetime. Tears blurred my vision, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
Then, one of the doctors stepped out, his face sombre as he approached Natasha and me. His words were soft, but they might as well have been a death sentence.
“I’m sorry. We lost her.”
The world shattered around me. My knees buckled, and I collapsed into Natasha’s arms, wailing like a child. My mother was gone.
And in that moment, something inside me broke. Gabriel had tried to kill me. He might not have pulled the trigger, but he was responsible for this. For everything. The loss of my mother, the woman who had given me life, was because of him.
I wasn’t the same person anymore. And Gabriel was going to find that out.
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
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
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