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Gabriel found it hard to recall any potential enemy of the past who could have a relation with the man standing before him. "Hmm, you don’t know my father? It’s true that killers tend to forget their victims, but this is never the case for the victims," Ric taunted, his eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction.Gabriel clenched his fists, his patience wearing thin. "Enough with the games! Who the hell was your father?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.Ric’s smirk grew wider. "Let me do a full disclosure. I’m Ric. Gaganda’s son."“Gaganda?” Gabriel’s expression shifted as realization dawned on him. His jaw tightened, and he stared hard at Ric, the pieces falling into place."You remember now, huh?" Ric said, his voice dripping with satisfaction."I didn’t kill your father. Your father deserved death, anyway. He killed my subordinate’s wife," Gabriel retorted, his voice cold and steady."Oh, Louis. My father told me a thing or two about him while I was in jail. Louis killed h
Gabriel stared at him in shock, his heart pounding in his chest. He tore his gaze away and ran toward the building, dread gripping his heart.Inside, Zoe had acted just in time, throwing herself in front of Jessie and taking the bullet meant for her. She fell to her knees, clutching her bleeding arm, but felt a small sense of relief as she saw Jessie sprinting through the door.The guy, seeing Jessie escape, moved to chase after her, but Zoe wasn’t done. With a fierce kick, she sent him stumbling backward and engaged him in a desperate brawl. She wasn't going to let him get to Jessie, no matter the cost. Zoe fought with every ounce of strength she had left, her determination unwavering even as pain radiated through her body.Gabriel reached the building just as Jessie came running toward him, her small frame trembling with fear. He dropped to his knees, scooping her up into his arms, his eyes frantically scanning her for any injuries. "Jessie, are you okay?" he asked, his voice thick
Camella held Jessie close, her voice soft and filled with concern. “Sweetheart, how are you feeling? Were you scared?”Jessie nodded slightly, her small fingers clutching her mother’s shirt. “A little bit, Mommy. But I knew Daddy and the nice lady would save me.”Gabriel, who had been standing nearby, knelt down beside them, his eyes filled with a mix of relief and guilt. “You were so brave, Jessie. I’m so proud of you.”Jessie looked up at her father, her eyes shining. “I just wanted to come home.”Zoe, who was still seated on the stretcher, smiled at Jessie. “You did amazing, Jessie. You weren’t a crybaby at all. You were so strong.”Jessie blushed, burying her face in her mother’s shoulder. “Thank you, ma’am.”As they spoke, Zoe caught sight of Dan standing off to the side, his arms crossed as he watched the reunion. She tried to catch his eye, offering a small, tentative smile, but Dan exhaled sharply and looked away, his expression tense.A pang of guilt twisted in Zoe’s chest. S
The following morning, Anna and Jia were startled awake by the sound of Magdalene screaming. They rushed to her side and found her sitting up in bed, her eyes wide with panic as she clutched her bandaged head.“My son, my son, my son,” she muttered frantically, her voice trembling with desperation.Anna quickly placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her down. “Magdalene, are you alright?” she asked, her own heart racing with concern.Magdalene shook her head vigorously, tears welling up in her eyes. “My son… I… I remember…,” she stammered, her voice choked with emotion.“Calm down, Magdalene,” Anna urged gently. “I promise we’ll find your son, but you need to take care of yourself first.”Magdalene grabbed Anna’s hand tightly, her grip almost painful. “No, dear. I know my son. I remember…”Anna’s eyes widened in surprise, and she exchanged a quick, uncertain glance with Jia. Just then, the doctor walked in, his expression calm but alert. “What’s going on here?” he asked as he
When they finally pulled away, breathless and content, Camella rested her forehead against his, a peaceful smile on her face. Gabriel brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his voice barely above a whisper. “I love you, Camella. Always.”“And I love you, Gabriel,” she replied, her heart swelling with gratitude and love as they stood there, wrapped in each other’s warmth, the troubles of the past few days fading into the background.Gabriel cupped Camella's face gently, his thumb brushing across her cheek as he smiled down at her. “So, do I still seem angry with you now?" he asked, winking playfully.Camella leaned in, her breath warm against his ear as she whispered sultrily, "Maybe you can do more to make me believe you're not." Her hands started to mischievously unbutton his shirt, her fingers trailing over his chest with a teasing touch.With a growl, Gabriel grabbed her waist and pulled her closer, crashing his lips onto hers in a heated kiss. Camella responded eagerly, her arms
Gabriel nodded, a distant look in his eyes. “Strangely, that’s what my mother used to call me.”Anna arched an eyebrow in surprise. “Really?”“Yeah,” Gabriel confirmed. “I told Camella about it once. Our daughter even teases me by calling me that sometimes.”Anna smiled softly. “Your mother must’ve been a funny woman.”Gabriel’s face fell slightly. “She’s late, though.”Anna’s smile faded as well. “I’m sorry to hear that.”Camella offered a gentle smile. “I guess most endearing mothers give their sons pet names like that.”Anna hesitated, then said, “Gabriel, I need your help. I know I’m being selfish, asking for your help after all you’ve gone through lately, but I just want to help her and…”“It’s okay, Anna,” Gabriel interrupted softly. “I’ll see what I can do.”Anna’s eyes filled with gratitude. “Thank you, Gabriel,” she said, standing up to leave.As she left the house, Gabriel and Camella watched her go, both sensing the weight she carried. The door closed softly behind her, lea
The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the hospital room as Vincent stood by the bedside, his usually composed face clouded with anger. Barry lay there, his arm heavily bandaged, the pain evident in the furrow of his brow.“How are you feeling?” Vincent asked, his voice low and controlled, but the tension beneath was palpable.Barry scowled, his frustration boiling over. “Sir, that bastard Gabriel shot me. Three bullets straight into my arm. I'm not getting any better. You heard what the doctor said—I could lose my whole arm!” His voice shook with a mix of pain and rage.Vincent’s expression darkened, a muscle in his jaw ticking as he processed the implications. “Gabriel needs to pay,” he muttered, his voice cold and dangerous.Barry gritted his teeth, eyes blazing with the same fury. “He’s cost us too much already. And now, he’s maimed me.”Vincent’s eyes narrowed, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. “That man has crossed too many lines. The person who kidnapped his daughter—it
The tension in the room was palpable as Vincent realized his plan was falling apart. His hope of an alliance crumbled before him, leaving him standing in silence as the Marlows turned away from his offer of vengeance.Vincent clenched his fists, refusing to accept their decision. “Jackson, you can’t back out now. Gabriel has taken everything from me, and if you stand by, he’ll do the same to you.”Mrs. Marlow stepped forward, her tone sharp. “Vincent Morgan, you need to understand something. That young man is not someone you can take down so easily. You’ve seen what he’s done. Do you want more destruction for my family? I won't let that happen.”Vincent scoffed, his eyes narrowing. “Is it because of your wife, Jackson? I didn’t expect you to be a coward, letting a woman dictate your decisions.”Jackson’s face hardened. “It’s not about fear, Vincent. Look at what’s happened to you. Your reputation, your business—it’s all gone because you went up against Gabriel. I’m not willing to put