THREE YEARS AGO: AT SIGMUND'S MANSION:It was Gabriel's birthday when his life turned upside down. Elijah pressed his hand to his chest in pain. Gabriel was giving him medicine when someone hit him from behind.Gabriel grabbed his head and looked back. He couldn't see his face, covered with black covet. He fell to the floor and his vision went blurry. Furthermore, he saw that man putting something in Elijah's mouth, and then everything went blank. Gabriel woke up with a gasp as a bucket of water was splashed over him. He lifted his foggy eyes to see that all his family members were standing before him with murderous glares. “Grandfather,” Gabriel whispered. “He is alive. You did your best to kill him, right,”? Gabriel's cousin, Noah, sneered at him. “I di-didn't do anything,” Gabriel said, standing up. “Tell me why you did it. For property,” Gabriel's uncle growled at him. Accusations were thrown over him from every angle. They didn't listen to anything and kicked him out of the
Gabriel's forehead scrunched in confusion. He couldn't understand what she was implying. “What do you mean,”? He raised a question. “Inside, I was fighting for you and here you are celebrating your freedom,” Amelia yelled at him. Gabriel still couldn't understand what they were saying, but his eyes went wide when he finally took hold of the meaning behind their words. “No, no, listen…,” Gabriel started but stopped when a force collided with his face. His face turned to the side and his eyes brimmed with tears of humiliation, but he refused to let them fall. By now all the guards were watching the free play. Gabriel's eyes turned hard, and he glared at Olivia. No matter how much they degraded him, he couldn't hit a woman. “How dare you glare at my mother,” Amelia yelled at him. Before he could say anything, Amelia yelled for guards, and they came towards them. “Throw this garbage out of the mansion,” Olivia ordered. The guards took hold of Gabriel and started dragging him outside.
Gabriel watched as they both were cracking up at him and pointing toward his scooter. Gabriel quickly moved towards his scooter and pick it up. He was looking for any ruin when he felt eyes wearing on his back, but he choose to ignore it. By now, people have amassed around them and were attending the free show. They were gossiping and pointing toward Gabriel. He ignored the nasty looks of the people and went on with his work. His shoulders were hunched in fatigue and humiliation. Although he doesn't need this scooter anymore as he has millions of dollars fortune of business in his name, he still can't let it go. He can't forget where he has come from and what's his reality. Gabriel has always been a firm believer that all humans are made of soil, and that we all are equal. We shouldn't discriminate and never forget our genealogy. He has lived by this belief. “Oh, Is your Tesla defaulted,”? Kyle taunted. Sasha laughed out loud at her boyfriends' utterances. “Oh honey, you are so f
“But sir, maybe he needs some help,” the intern said slowly. He was veering around from one foot to another in nervousness. Although he was dead scared inside but seeing the way they all were accusing Gabriel, he couldn't help himself but voice out his opinion, Oblivious to the warm gaze on him. Gabriel was tired, mentally and emotionally. And the starvation for days was also not helping him. But he was grateful that at least someone believes in him. He knows that the day, people know about him being rich, they will kiss his feet. But, this gentleman was siding with him without knowing anything about him. “Sasha is right, he is some salesman or a delivery boy. I mean, look at his cut-price clothes,” Kyle said, wounding his feelings for Gabriel more.“He isn't even allowed near the premises of this company, and you let him in,” Kyle turned towards the receptionist and lashed out at her.“If you want to avoid bidding goodbye to your job today, then kick him out,” Kyle said smugly. “
“I'm Gabriel Sigmund,”. A voice yelled, causing everyone to freeze. The voice held authority and an inferential thread. Kyla and Sasha's heads snapped toward the source of the voice. Mutterings commenced erupting from all around them. Sasha's eyes were went-wide. She hunched her forehead in confusion but deep down she started comprehending what Gabriel meant. While Kyle looks at Gabriel as if he has grown two skulls. “For someone who is in Kyle's position, Kyle surely is dopey,” Gabriel thought as he rubbernecks straight at him. “Yes, and I'm the President of France,” Kyle laughed and dramatically clapped his hands, but when no one laughed with him, Kyle quickly sobered up and fixed his tie. Clearing his throat, he walked towards Gabriel. “What are you still doing here? I guess you only understand the hands' language,” Kyle laughed and asked while taking powerful steps towards Gabriel. Sasha tried saying something, but he totally ignored her. Gabriel watched as Kyle tried to e
“Please, sir. I apologize for bullying you for all those years. It won't come to pass again,” Kyle said pleadingly. His eyes brimmed with unshed tears that were imperiling to fall any second. His shoulders were hunkered down in affliction. The people on the staff look at him with empathy, but some were looking at him with grimaces on their faces. “I was foolish. And, it was just a mistake of my immature self,” Kyle continued pleading.Gabriel chuckled at his words. They think he is doing all this just because they bullied him. Gabriel was never someone to hold grievances against anyone. Despite how people behaved toward him, he would always exonerate them and treat them with utmost respect and kindness, but now he is not the same old Gabriel Sigmund. “Please Gabriel…,” Kyle began, but Gabriel raised his brow at him. Quickly gulping the Saliva, Kyla corrected himself. “Sir,” Kyle mumbled, and Gabriel rewarded him with his signature smirk. “Please sir. Forgive me,”. “Please, sir. Do
“You are fired,”. The booming words that broke out of Grandpa Tony's mouth through the phone, left Valencia paralyzed in pristine trepidation. Blood rained out of her system as the words hit her eardrums. “Wh-what,” Valencia stammered. She couldn't believe her ears. Her ears were whizzing with these distasteful words. They were swirling in her mind like a tsunami. Her heart sank, and her hands started trembling. “Did I stutter,”? Grandpa Tony raised a question from the other side. His tone contains an unsaid portent. “You can't do this to me,” Valencia screeched. Hitting the table vase near her. It smashed to the floor, infringement into pieces. People nearby glance at her strangely, but she glares at her. They succumb away from their leaving her alone. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest. She rubbed her clammy hands on her dress. Her phone almost slipped from her fingers. She still can't believe what she is hearing. “Try me,” Grandpa Tony asked in an incurable tone. Va
Gabriel settled into the plush embrace of his chair, his eyes tracing the intricate patterns of sunlight dancing through the gigantic window. The once elusive possession now firmly in his grasp, a triumphant grin played on his lips as he savored the sweet taste of victory, fingertips gently tracing the contours of his newfound throne.Mere hours ago, Gabriel wore the insignificance of a mundane existence, a mere footnote in the saga of familial ties.Now, fate had bestowed upon him the cloak of sole heir, transforming the insignificance into a cloak of destiny. His journey from anonymity to the solitary guardian of a vast fortune, weaving a tale more captivating than any he had ever imagined.Life's relentless passage and the ticking hands of time sculpted Gabriel's essence, molding a version of himself that, while unwavering in belief in the inherent goodness of the world, now bore the scars of wisdom earned. In the crucible of existence, he grasped the harsh truth: to navigate the