Gabriel remained composed, his expression unreadable. "I assure you, there's no cheating involved," he replied calmly, his tone steady.But the gambling master was not convinced. "You're just too lucky," he muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief.With a final roll of the dice, Gabriel emerged victorious once again, his stack of chips now towering over the table. The gambling master, unable to accept defeat, reluctantly conceded. "Fine, take your winnings," he grumbled, his pride wounded.With a collected demeanor, Gabriel gathered his chips, his movements deliberate and precise. As he prepared to leave, the atmosphere tensed when the gambling master brandished a pocket knife, its glint reflecting in Gabriel's eyes. Undeterred, Gabriel maintained his composure, his gaze unwavering. "I didn't cheat," he asserted firmly, his voice carrying an underlying steel.The gambling master, fueled by desperation and wounded pride, remained defiant. "You're lying," he spat, the knife trembling
In a dimly lit room, Gaganda, a grim-looking man with a perpetual scowl and a rugged scar stretching across his cheek, sat on a steel chair. His cold, calculating eyes bore into Louis, who returned the gaze with intense hatred."Where is my wife?" Louis demanded, his voice laced with desperation and anger.Gaganda responded with a chilling, evil peal of laughter that echoed through the room. He stood up and walked over to Louis, delivering a brutal punch that sent a drop of blood trickling from Louis's nose.Louis, bound tightly to a wooden chair with chains securing his hands and legs, attempted to lurch at him but couldn't. "Don't you dare touch her!" he spat, his voice a mixture of fury and fear.Gaganda smirked, his expression mocking. "Or what, Louis? What are you going to do about it?"Louis's hatred for Gaganda only grew stronger. "Why did you kidnap her?" he demanded, his voice shaking with rage.Gaganda's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "I needed a way to lure you in. It was t
After stopping for a while, Gaganda walked over to Louis' wife and dried his blood-filled hands on the lower part of her flair knee-length gown. He caught a glimpse of her skin and attempted to touch her, but she flinched away. He chuckled and rose to his feet, a malicious gleam in his eyes."This is all your fault," Gaganda began, his voice cold. "You caused the death of my brother. That's why you are here—to suffer and die."Louis, trying to catch his breath, managed to reply, "You betrayed me, Gaganda. You know that."Gaganda interrupted, his voice rising. "Yes, so?! My brother was beaten to death by your men because they tried to save your wife! You call that betrayal?"Louis sneered, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "Your brother wanted to harm my wife. He got what he deserved. His death was a mistake, but it was the consequence of his own actions."Gaganda's eyes narrowed, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Well, then. I will send you both to join him in the other
Gabriel didn't flinch, his eyes never leaving Gaganda's. "You know this won't end well for you," he said. "You're outnumbered and outmatched."Gaganda's grip on the gun tightened. "I'm not afraid of you, Gabriel. You may have your goons, but I have my own ways of dealing with threats."Andrei, standing beside Gabriel, cracked his knuckles, ready for action. "You're making a big mistake, Gaganda," he said. "Just hand over Louis, and we can end this without any more bloodshed."Gaganda laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "You think I'm afraid of a little bloodshed? I've been waiting for this moment. Your threats mean nothing to me."The room fell silent, the only sound the ticking of a distant clock. Gabriel's smirk widened. "Then let's settle this, once and for all."Gaganda's eyes flickered with uncertainty, but he didn't lower his gun. The standoff continued, each man daring the other to make the first move.Gabriel held his composure as he told Gaganda, "The clubhouse is surrounded by
Don Makul, not wanting to seem incapable, decided to intervene, emboldened by Gabriel's words. "Don't you dare, Gaganda," he growled, stepping forward. "Touch my master, Gabriel, and you will face the consequences."Gaganda chuckled darkly. "Consequences? Because of uttering that rubbish, I will start by filling a drum with your blood before I even think about Gabriel."Don Makul felt his resolve waver under Gaganda's threat, but a stern glare from Gabriel kept him in place, silent and tense.With the gun pressed against Gabriel's forehead, Gaganda prepared to pull the trigger. But just then, his subordinate burst into the room, breathless and wide-eyed."Boss, there's trouble outside!" the subordinate exclaimed. "Over a hundred people, not ours, are surrounding the clubhouse."Gaganda's confidence faltered, his eyes widening in disbelief. He glanced around the room, realizing the dire situation. With only twenty of his own men, facing such a large force was a daunting prospect. Pani
The public hall buzzed with anticipation as Isabella made her entrance, exuding confidence that commanded attention. She glanced around, taking note of the formidable representatives from the four prominent families, their expressions determined as they prepared for the heated auction ahead.Isabella approached the bidding table with a steely resolve, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. As the auctioneer announced the commencement of the bidding, she wasted no time in jumping into the fray."I will start with 10 million," Isabella declared boldly, her voice ringing out with conviction.Immediately, representatives from the other families countered with higher bids, sparking a fierce competition that filled the hall with tension. Isabella didn't flinch, doubling and tripling her bids as the stakes continued to rise."We will offer 30 million," one of the prominent family representatives announced confidently.Isabella met the challenge head-on, matching their bid without hesit
One beautiful afternoon, Camila went to pick up Jessie from school. As she approached her car, the familiar voice calling out her name sent a shiver down her spine. Turning, she was met with the unexpected sight of a woman standing a few paces away. Her heart raced with a mixture of surprise and apprehension at the reunion."Kiara?" Camila uttered, her voice tinged with uncertainty.As Kiara approached, Camella's heart skipped a beat, recognizing her old classmate from college. Her smile faltered slightly, unsure of what Kiara wanted after all these years."Camella!" Kiara's voice rang out, drawing Camella's attention. She couldn't hide her surprise at seeing Kiara after so long."Kiara, hi!" Camella greeted, a hint of uncertainty in her voice. She exchanged a brief hug with Kiara before turning to introduce Jessie."Nice to meet you, Jessie," Kiara said warmly, smiling at the little girl who stood beside her mother.After the initial pleasantries, Kiara's question about her husband c
After arriving home, Camella ensured Jessie freshened up after her lunch. Once Jessie was settled, Camella slouched on the living room couch, her mind swirling with thoughts of Kiara's invitation. The idea of the dinner weighed on her, stirring a mix of curiosity and apprehension.As she pondered, her phone beeped, drawing her attention to a new message. It was from Kiara, detailing the place they would meet that evening. Camella's eyes lingered on the screen, absorbing the information, when Jessie approached her."Mommy, are you going out with Daddy later this evening?" Jessie asked, her innocent eyes filled with curiosity.Camella hesitated, her thoughts still caught in a whirlwind. "Yes, sweetheart, I think we are," she finally responded.Jessie smiled brightly. "Can I spend the evening with Aunt Jojo and play with her daughter? I won't bother you and Daddy."Camella's heart warmed at her daughter's thoughtfulness. She nodded, pulling Jessie into a tight hug. "Of course, honey. Tha