Camella arrived home late that night, her mind heavy with thoughts. She headed straight for Jessie’s room, opening the door quietly. Jessie was fast asleep, her small form curled up under the blanket. Camella walked over to the bed, her heart swelling with love. She took out a small pair of scissors from her pocket and gently snipped a lock of Jessie’s hair, careful not to wake her. She placed the lock into a small Ziploc bag, kissed her daughter softly on the forehead, and then slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her.Returning to her bedroom, Camella found Jarod just stepping out of the bathroom. He glanced at her, a mix of frustration and restraint in his eyes. He wanted to confront her, to ask why she’d hidden the messages from him, why Louis had been involved without his knowledge. But instead of lashing out, he kept his composure, deciding to let it go for now. Without a word, Jarod climbed into bed. Camella removed her shoes and sat at her dressing table, brushing

Russell Walclaw sat in his grand study room, thick cigar smoke swirling around him. He leaned back in his leather chair, a satisfied grin playing on his lips as he talked to his grandson, Greg. "I can’t wait for Jarod to finish the job. Once he gets me all of Gabriel’s wealth, I will finish Gabriel and his entire family for good."Greg chuckled, raising his glass. "You’ve really thought of everything, grandfather. No loose ends. No one will see it coming."Russell nodded, clearly pleased with himself. "That’s the beauty of it, Greg. We get the fortune, and the Walclaw legacy is secured for generations. Gabriel’s been a thorn in my side for too long. It's time to remove him permanently."They clinked glasses in a toast, both of them savoring the moment. Outside the door, Ruth stood frozen, her heart pounding in disbelief. She had overheard the entire conversation. Her father-in-law, Russell, plotting to destroy Gabriel, and worse, her own son was involved. How had this happened under

Zoe stepped back into the house, Gabriel right behind her. The moment Camella saw him, her heart raced, and she barely contained herself. "Gabriel," she mumbled, running toward him. She threw her arms around him, sobbing into his chest. The warmth, the familiarity, it was all there. This was her real husband, not the imposter she'd lived with for weeks. Relief washed over her.Gabriel held her tightly, his arms strong and comforting. "I'm here now," he whispered, soothing her. She felt the connection between them, stronger than ever, filling her with immense joy.Across the room, Marie, Oliver, and Anna stood in shock. They exchanged uneasy glances, their minds racing. How had they all been fooled by an imposter?Oliver finally broke the silence, running a hand through his gray hair. "I can't believe we let this happen... How did none of us notice?"Marie, looking flustered, sighed deeply. "It's my fault. I pampered him. I thought he was stressed from work and gave him space… too muc

Tamara glared up at the old man, her eyes blazing with fury. “This isn’t over, Russell. You won’t win.” Russell said nothing, his once victorious smirk fading into uncertainty as Gabriel began to come back to life, supported by Tamara’s power. But suddenly, Gabriel felt drained. He lay there with a racing heart, his vision blurring as the chaos around him blurred and sharpened. He felt as if he was slipping, losing control over his mind and body. Tamara’s powers ought to have worked on him, but now, it was as though they were ineffective. He felt weaker by the second despite how he was coming up a second ago. Tamara, looking puzzled, reached out to him with a trembling hand, her energy faltering as well. She couldn’t understand why her abilities weren’t restoring him. Fear gripped her heart.Master Russell, seeing Gabriel slipping out again, smirked. He moved toward Tamara swiftly, grabbing her by the arm with force. "Well, isn’t this pathetic enough?" Russell sneered, his voice l

Marie, looking intrigued and worried, leaned forward slightly. "Gone?" she whispered, glancing cautiously at Jessie. "You mean… dead?"Gabriel nodded, his face grim. "And his accomplice—his grandson—will pay for his crimes too, in jail. Just like Jarod."A silence hung in the room as Gabriel’s words settled in. Jessie looked between the adults, unsure of the heavy tension.Oliver leaned closer, his voice barely above a whisper, “How much do you really know about Russell’s dealings, Gabriel?”Gabriel's eyes flickered, an unreadable expression crossing his face. The room seemed to grow colder as if they were on the brink of uncovering a dark secret. His voice was low but steady. “Russell Walclaw is involved in things most people wouldn’t even believe.” He paused, glancing at their shocked faces. “He’s been operating in the capital, running illegal trades, laundering money, and silencing anyone who tries to stand against him. And somehow, he’s always managed to slip away, untouched by t