Camella pulled back slightly, her eyes searching his face. "What happened? Are you really okay?"Gabriel nodded, offering a reassuring smile. "I’m fine. It’s over. Everything’s settled."Camella’s shoulders sagged with relief. "I was so worried, Gabriel. I thought…"He cut her off gently. "I know, Camella. But it’s alright now. We’re safe."Aliyah stepped forward, her eyes filled with gratitude and curiosity. "Gabriel, you really did it. You saved us."Gabriel’s smile widened as he looked around at his family. "I told you, I wouldn’t let you down."Camella hugged him again, tighter this time. "I never doubted you for a second."Nora, pretending to care, stepped forward with a forced smile. "So, Gabriel, what really happened at the event?"Gabriel met her gaze steadily. "There’s no need for you guys to worry about Brock. He won’t retaliate. If he does, it won’t be as simple as a slap."Camella's eyes widened. "You slapped Brock?"Nora’s facade dropped instantly, her face turning red wi
Nora sank into a chair, her head in her hands. "What have I done?"Mikelson placed a hand on her shoulder, offering silent support. "We’ll find a way to mend this, Nora. But you have to let go of your pride."Nora nodded slowly, tears welling in her eyes. "I just wanted to protect her. I didn’t realize I was driving her away."Aliyah knelt beside her mother, hugging her tightly. "It’s not too late, Mom. We can still make things right."But Nora objected and rose abruptly, her expression hardening. "No, I did the right thing. Don’t act like I’m wrong because the wrong one is Gabriel. He's a burden and a careless bastard." With that, she stormed off to her room, leaving them astonished.As they stepped outside, Camella squeezed Gabriel’s hand. “Look, Gabriel, you don't need to worry about anything. I am sure we will figure this out together."Gabriel smiled, deeply touched. "Thank you, Camella."He stared at her, words failing him as emotion swelled in his chest. He was touched by her e
Mikelson watched Gabriel and Jessie share a tender moment, his worry still evident. Sensing his concern, Gabriel met his father-in-law's gaze, a look of appreciation in his eyes."Gabriel," Mikelson began, his voice earnest. "I appreciate your confidence, but please, take the money. It's for Camella and Jessie’s safety. Including you.”Gabriel shook his head gently. "Thank you, father-in-law. I honestly do appreciate your kind gesture, but we don’t need it."Camella stepped in, her tone reassuring. "Dad, Gabriel won a hundred million dollars today. We’re fine financially." She then told her father about Brock’s family’s impending downfall. "Brock’s family will be bankrupt soon, thanks to Greenovation Gardens."Mikelson’s eyes widened in surprise, then softened with relief. "I didn’t know. That’s incredible news." He turned to Gabriel, his expression warm. "Thank you, Gabriel. I’m happy for you both."Gabriel smiled. "I appreciate your concern, father-in-law. It means a lot."Mikelson
After the night of the antique event, Gabriel had acquired fame which didn't sit well with the most influential people in the city. They were jealous of him and various forces started investigating with deep curiosity to know who he really was.But they couldn't discover his true identity. They were only able to know that he owned MegaGlobe company, the company that Gabriel had bought from Fredrick's family.Vincent Morgan, knowing that Gabriel does not have any connections with Greenovation Gardens as he had thought, was greatly pleased and complacent. He has abhorred a heightened dislike for Gabriel since he turned down his offer and refused to sell him the city's channel of raw stones.In his lavish office, Vincent Morgan leaned back in his leather chair, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. Across from him stood his chief subordinate, Marcus, awaiting orders. The room, dimly lit, exuded an air of calculated menace."Marcus," Vincent began, his voice dripping with malice, "we hav
Also, the head of Brock's family, Jackson Marlow sat behind his ornate desk, the opulence of his office reflecting his family's power.Brock paced in front of him, his face twisted in anger. "Father, Gabriel humiliated me. He needs to be taught a lesson."Jackson leaned back, steepling his fingers. "I’ve heard enough, Brock. You were reckless, and now it’s time to clean up the mess. But rest assured, Gabriel will regret crossing our family."Brock’s eyes gleamed with vindictive satisfaction. "What are you going to do?"Jackson smirked. "I will target his company, MegaGlobe. Hit him where it hurts the most. He will crumble under the pressure and realize he’s not untouchable."Turning to his right-hand man, Gerald, who stood silently by the door, Jackson's tone grew menacing. "Gerald, I want you to mobilize our resources. Find every vulnerability in MegaGlobe and exploit it. Disrupt their operations, and create chaos. Make sure Gabriel feels the full weight of our wrath."Gerald nodded,
In the dimly lit clubhouse, Gabriel leaned back in his chair, sliding two rough stone contracts across the table to Louis. The hum of conversations and clinking glasses filled the background, but their focus was singular."Here," Gabriel said, handing Louis an envelope containing a $2 billion check. "Use this to establish a jewelry trading company once the matter with Brock’s family is resolved."Louis’s eyes widened as he glanced at the documents and the substantial check. "Gabriel, are you not planning to tame the Marlow family? You seem so calm about all of this."Gabriel offered a modest smile, his demeanor unflappable. "Let’s just say, I have my ways. But it’s not something I want to discuss in detail."Louis studied Gabriel’s face, sensing there was more beneath the surface. "I know you’re working on something big. You always have a plan."Gabriel nodded, changing the subject slightly. "How did your wife’s funeral go?"Louis sighed, his expression softening. "It was fine, thanks
The Marlow family soon found themselves ensnared in a web of troubles and scandals. It was a relentless barrage of bad news, each report more distressing and frustrating than the last. Jackson Marlow sat at his desk, his head in his hands, as one of his subordinates entered the room, his face pale with fear.“Sir, the authorities have just frozen our overseas accounts. They’re investigating money laundering allegations,” the subordinate stammered.Jackson’s fist slammed onto the desk, his face contorted with rage. “How is this happening? How can everything be falling apart so quickly?”Brock burst into the room, his expression mirroring his father’s frustration. “Dad, the media is all over us. They’re saying we’re involved in illegal arms trading now! This is insane!”Jackson took a deep breath, trying to calm his mounting anger. “We need to find out who’s behind this. Someone is orchestrating this chaos.”Another subordinate entered, hesitating before speaking. “Sir, the labor depart
Gabriel stepped through the front door, instantly noticing the unusual stillness of the house. He guessed that Jessie must have gone to bed early. A faint, pleasant scent wafted through the air as he made his way to the bedroom. Opening the door, he was greeted by a romantic setting—candles casting a soft glow, rose petals scattered on the bed, and a bottle of wine chilling nearby.He was still taking in the scene when Camella emerged from behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Welcome home, Gabriel,” she whispered seductively, gently slipping his jacket off his shoulders.“Camella,” Gabriel said, turning to face her, a look of pleasant surprise on his face. “You’ve never done anything like this before.”She smiled, her eyes sparkling in the candlelight. “I wanted to do something special for you. You’ve been working so hard and doing so much for us. Tonight, I want to make it up to you.”Gabriel’s heart swelled with gratitude and love. “You didn’t have to do all this. Just