Fighting back the tears that were threatening to spill out from her filled eyelids, Camella turned her back to him, whimpering.
“Just get lost. At least, it's a little relief that I won't have to look at your face."
With a heavy sigh, Gabriel relented, his obstinacy momentarily overshadowed by the urgency of the situation.
"Fine, I will go," he conceded, his voice weary with defeat as he turned to leave. He held the door handle, glancing at her for the last time.
“Don't worry, Camella. It all ends soon. I'm going to be the husband you always wanted to be proud of," he silently swore, his jaw bones clenching as he walked out.
As he disappeared down the hallway, Camella's phone beeped, drawing her attention away from their quarrel. She glanced at the message silently, her heart heavy with worry for her daughter's uncertain future.
“Maybe this is the best way because I can't just…” her voice trailed, overwhelmed by her emotions. Returning her gaze to the peaceful face of her sleeping daughter, she prayed silently for a solution to their troubles, hoping against hope that Gabriel's actions would bring the help they so desperately needed.
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In the luxuriant foyer of the grand Wellington Group establishment, Nora McConnell and her daughter Aliyah paced nervously, their minds consumed with worry. Joining them was Fredrick, Aliyah's classmate, who offered words of reassurance.
"Aunt Nora, you don't need to worry. Your company will secure this contract," Fredrick insisted, his voice filled with confidence.
Nora, though grateful for the support, couldn't shake off the disappointment of their recent rejection by the Wellington Group. She had pinned her hopes on this opportunity, buoyed by Fredrick's assurances that his father's connections with some people of Wellington Group would open doors.
"We were rejected. Are we going to get another chance?" Aliyah grumbled, her frustration evident.
Fredrick fell silent, unsure of how to provide comfort in the face of their dashed hopes.
Nora nodded resolutely, clinging to a glimmer of optimism. "Let's wait a little longer. Perhaps we will be fortunate enough to speak with the president of Wellington Group."
Aliyah couldn't contain a scoff. "Mother, we haven't even been granted an audience with his assistant, and you're holding out hope of meeting the president? Do you realize who he is?" Her tone conveyed the impossibility of her mother's optimism.
Nora was rendered speechless. She had heard a lot about the president of Wellington Group. He was no free man. Always hard to see him and it almost felt as if was the president of the country or the prime minister. But she couldn't just leave like that. She had been assigned the daunting task of securing a deal with Wellington Group by her company and her position or even her job was at stake.
Nora's hopes dwindled with each passing moment until her gaze fell upon Gabriel striding into the foyer, filling them with astonishment.
"What is he doing here?" Aliyah scoffed, her disbelief evident.
As Fredrick caught sight of Gabriel approaching, disbelief colored his words. "That really can't be Gabriel, right?"
Nora's face darkened with disdain at the sight of him. "It's my worthless son-in-law," she seethed, her tone dripping with contempt as he drew nearer.
"Good day, mother-in-law..." Gabriel began, only to be cut off by Nora's sharp retort.
"Don't call me that again, and let's keep our relationship under wraps, you fool," she sneered, prompting a mocking laugh from Aliyah.
"What are you doing here?" Fredrick interjected, his astonishment evident.
Before Gabriel could respond, Aliyah dismissed him with a disdainful tone. "You shouldn't be here. You should be at the hospital."
"Absolutely. Your place is at the hospital, tending to my granddaughter," Nora concurred, her voice filled with resentment. "How dare you shirk your responsibilities? Leave now and return to the hospital," she scolded, her words laced with bitterness.
"I'm here to see Mr. Moore for something important," Gabriel stated flatly, attempting to assert himself.
Aliyah exchanged a look with Fredrick before they both burst into mocking laughter.
“Tell me, brother-in-law, has having been in the hospital for a while made you lose your sanity causing this delusion?" Aliyah sneered. "If so, you should check yourself into a psychiatric hospital immediately."
"You're dumb if you think you have any business meeting Mr. Moore," Fredrick added, his tone incredulous.
"I'm not being delusional,” Gabriel asserted, calmly.
"However, I believe the sun has truly fried your brain resulting in your delusions," Aliyah concluded, chuckling at the absurdity of Gabriel's claim.
Not taking their words to heart, Gabriel stood his ground. “Well, I'm not really here for a business meeting but I certainly am going to see Mr. Moore."The confidence that oozed from him left them momentarily stunned. Until Nora blurted.“I see you have grown to be more foolish."As Gabriel stood before them, his attempt to assert himself met with derision and scorn from Nora, Aliyah, and Fredrick."Do you think you're someone important enough to see Mr. Moore?" Aliyah scoffed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're more than a fool if you think he would spare a moment for the likes of you.""Exactly," Fredrick chimed in, his tone laced with disbelief. "You're nothing but a lowly security guard with no firm background in this city. What makes you think you have any business with the city's richest man?"Nora's disdain was palpable as she added, "You should be grateful if you even get a chance to speak with his assistant, let alone Mr. Moore himself. Know your place, idiot liar!”"Mo
Nora, despite her own disappointment, intervened firmly. "Enough, Aliyah. Fredrick is right. Let us try to be patient a little longer," she said, her voice heavy with resignation as she settled onto a nearby seat.Meanwhile, Gabriel was escorted into Mr. Moore's office by the secretary, who left soon after. As he stepped into the lavishly appointed office, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. However, his thoughts were interrupted by the hearty chuckle of Butler Moore."Welcome, Master," Butler Moore greeted warmly, bowing respectfully. "I hope the secretary didn't keep you waiting too long.""No, she was quite welcoming," Gabriel replied, his tone polite yet reserved."Please, take a seat," Butler Moore invited, gesturing to the luxurious chair behind the desk. However, Gabriel hesitated, glancing at the two seats arranged before the desk. "Don't treat me with such formality. It's embarrassing," he muttered, choosing one of the seats instead.With a sense of urgency, Gabriel urged B
Mark couldn't believe the audacity of Gabriel to treat him like a peasant. As he got him out of the ears and tossed him to the hallway like a little child, he spun and glared at his defiant face.“How dare you treat me like this?" He groaned.“Manipulators and jerks like you deserve to be treated worse than this. You should be lucky that I didn't have you bundled out like a worthless person,” Gabriel seethed to Mark's great astonishment."You've got the guts, huh? Do you think you meet up to my level?"“I don't want to know because I'm incomparable to you. You're not worthy of tying my shoelace. A pig is likely better than you, Mark.”Mark clenched his fist and gritted his teeth, boiling in rage. "You dare talk to your superior like that?”Gabriel smirked. "Superior my foot. If you've got an atom of respect for yourself, you should leave this hospital now or I will drag you out by your hair.”"Is that a threat?” Mark took a step forward, trying to seem daring.But Gabriel covered the s
Gabriel felt a sharp pain over the fact that she hadn't trusted him. "Camella, you shouldn't have..." He began, his voice tinged with disappointment. "I don't give a damn about myself in this situation," Camella interjected sharply, her frustration palpable. "I only care about our daughter since you're so obnoxious to care." She sighed heavily, her eyes welling with tears. "You know, I had a feeling that you were up to no good. Mark said that too, heightening my worries, so I decided to accept his help. He even cleared the medical bills in advance. Still, you couldn't show gratitude.""Screw that, Camella," Gabriel retorted, his patience wearing thin. "I had actually gotten that money through my...""I don't want to listen to any more lies, so save it," Camella interrupted, cutting him off with a dismissive wave of her hand.Exhaling heavily, Gabriel sensed her frustration and decided against revealing the truth. He had considered confessing that he was actually a super-rich second-
Leaning forward, Gabriel's hand slammed against the desk, causing the general manager to jump in surprise. His eyes blazed with determination as he locked gazes with the manager. "Do not test my patience, Manager," he warned, his voice firm and unwavering. "I'm not just another ordinary employee of yours who will succumb to your whims."He had entered the office with the intention of resigning, but the news of his termination ignited a fire within him. “I am not going to take this nonsense and believe me when I say that I'm not taking it lightly either.” He refused to let them off the hook for their thoughtless actions. Who did they think they were, treating him with such disrespect?“Oh, really?" The manager's face contorted with anger. "You're a nobody, Gabriel," he spat, his voice dripping with disdain. "What can you do? Who the hell do you think you are to walk into my office and speak so disrespectfully to me?” He glared at Gabriel and continued. "Mark was right about you growi
Gabriel's expression remained stoic as he faced Mark, refusing to let his taunts get under his skin. "Funny coming from someone who had to resort to sabotage to get ahead," he retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm.Mark's grin faltered for a moment before he regained his composure. "Sabotage? Me? Oh, come on, Gabriel. You can't seriously believe that," he scoffed, attempting to feign innocence.Gabriel's gaze bore into Mark's, unwavering in its intensity. "I know it was you," he stated simply, his voice devoid of emotion. “Quit the act for I'm no fool." Mark's facade crumbled, replaced by a look of resignation. "Fine, you got me," he admitted, his tone tinged with defeat. "But you know what? Now that you're out of the picture, I will finally have some uninterrupted moments with your wife, Camella. Guess there is a silver lining to every cloud, huh?"Gabriel's jaw clenched at Mark's callous remark, but he maintained his composure, refusing to let him see how much it affected him.“
As Gabriel silently accepted Mark's apology, his expression remained inscrutable, betraying nothing of the tumult of emotions raging within him. But he couldn't resist making a joke of him and leaned forward, muttering, “Now, I hope you know your place, dear superior.” His tone was sarcastic, fueling Mark's rage.There was no better pain for a once capable man than not being able to exercise control again and the situation was that of Mark's. He couldn't do anything even if he badly wanted to slap Gabriel. “Yes," Mark forced himself to admit after receiving a glare from the general manager and he bowed. As Mark slunk away, visibly chastened by the public confrontation and humiliation, Gabriel couldn't help but feel a sense of quiet satisfaction wash over him. Though he had lost his job, he had not lost his dignity, and that brought him a measure of inner peace.“Now, let's see who's going to be calling the shots, Mark," he whispered to himself, smirking. Meanwhile, as Mark retreate
Gabriel remained silent, his expression unreadable as he listened to the General Manager's plea. Sensing something from his awkward silence, the general manager pressed further with a succumbing tone, “I was greatly wrong for my misconduct earlier. I was just a bit insane at that moment. I regret my actions and would like to rectify what I've done in the most suitable and best way for you if you don't mind. Please, just grant my request.” He clasped his hands before Gabriel. Gabriel knew what the older man was insinuating, but he refused to acknowledge it directly. “I have no idea what you're saying." The General Manager stared at him in awe, taken aback by his denial.“If this is what you brought me here to discuss then consider it a woeful failure because I don't know anything,” Gabriel added, shrugging his shoulders in disregard. Undeterred, the General Manager continued, his voice tinged with a note of desperation. "You must understand, Gabriel, that the decisions you make have
The day of Camella’s delivery was a difficult one. The air was thick with tension, and Gabriel paced the hospital corridor, his face lined with worry. His heart pounded each time he heard footsteps approach, hoping for news. Dan stood beside him, trying his best to calm him down."She's strong, Gabriel. She'll get through this," Dan said, placing a hand on his shoulder. Zoe nodded in support. "Remember how well she did with Jessie? She can do it again."Gabriel nodded but his eyes were distant, full of concern. "I know, but this is different. The doctors said there were complications. It wasn’t like this with Jessie."Dan sighed. "Sometimes things don’t go as planned, but she’s in good hands. You have to trust that."Time dragged on, each minute feeling like an hour. Then, finally, the door to the delivery room opened, and the doctor emerged. His expression was serious, almost grave, and Gabriel's heart sank."Doctor, is she okay? Is the baby okay?" Gabriel asked, his voice almost bre
Gabriel's return was like a sudden burst of light piercing through the darkness that had settled in the room where his body was laid before he left, making his way downstairs. His family had been sitting in silence in the living room, weighed down by a sense of gloom, each lost in their thoughts when his voice echoed softly from the doorway."I'm back," Gabriel said, his tone gentle but firm, as though those two words were enough to bring peace to the chaos that had lingered. Everyone's heads snapped up, eyes widening in disbelief. Camella was the first to react, tears spilling down her cheeks as she rushed toward him. "Gabriel! You're...you're here!" she choked out, wrapping her arms around him tightly. "Yes, I'm here," he whispered, holding her close. "I’m back, and everything is going to be alright." Soon, the others joined in, surrounding him, their faces a mix of relief, joy, and astonishment. Marie, his mother, was tearful as she cupped his face, studying him as if she couldn
Gabriel’s eyes remained steady as he faced Thelma. Her expression was tense, eyes flickering with a mix of urgency and despair. She had tried reasoning with him, threatening him, yet he stood firm, his gaze unwavering. “Gabriel, this is the last chance you’d get. Forever,” Thelma's voice trembled, but it was clear she meant every word.Gabriel let out a slow breath. “Let it be so. Please, go save your mother. She doesn’t deserve to die at my expense.”Thelma blinked as if she hadn’t expected such calmness. Her eyes, filled with confusion, fixed on him. “The life is ebbing from you,” she said, stepping closer. “And my mother… for her to be restored, she needs the magical ring you’re putting on.” Gabriel glanced down at the ring, a simple yet powerful artifact, now glinting in the dim light. He looked back up at her, his lips curling into a sad smile. Without a word, he slowly slid the ring off his finger and held it out to her. “You can use it to save her.”Thelma was stunned. “Are y
In the dimly lit hall of Noctura, Seraphina’s laughter echoed against the stone walls, her eyes gleaming with a sadistic delight. Gabriel stirred, groaning as he slowly regained consciousness. His eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the sight before him—Seraphina, standing there with a mocking grin, her shoulders shaking with laughter.“Why are you laughing?” he asked, his voice hoarse, barely masking his confusion. “Do I look amusing to you, lying here wrecked like this?”“Not really,” Seraphina replied, her lips curling. “Actually, I played a little trick earlier, and it seems to be working. I can hear the cries echoing all around. They’re devastated… those weak humans.”Gabriel frowned, trying to process her words. “What do you mean?”She stepped closer, her dark eyes glinting as she leaned down, speaking in a low, deliberate tone. “I gave you a claim mark,” she said, her fingers lightly brushing his arm. “It’s imprinted right there, on your skin.”Gabriel’s eyes widened as he looked
Gabriel was thrown back into his dark, cold cell, his body bruised and battered. The guards had shown no mercy, following Queen Seraphina's orders to the letter. They took turns flogging him, their harsh laughter echoing off the stone walls. He had barely any strength left, yet he forced himself to stay conscious, unwilling to give them the satisfaction of seeing him break. After the beatings, they chained him up, suspending his arms so he couldn’t lie down. The heavy chains cut into his wrists, but he bit down hard, swallowing his pain. As if that wasn’t enough, cold water was splashed on him, drenching him, making the chill seep deep into his bones. It was all part of the queen’s relentless torment. Meanwhile, Thelma watched from the shadows, her heart aching. Her mother’s cruelty had gone too far. But she had been powerless to stop it, her powers restricted under strict orders from Seraphina. She clenched her fists, unable to bear seeing Gabriel in this condition any longer. Gath
Thelma stood there, her gaze fixed on Gabriel, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of determination and longing. Gabriel, shackled and weary, looked up, confused. "Why are you here, Thelma?" he asked, his voice rough from exhaustion.Thelma hesitated for a moment, then spoke softly, "Why? Do I need a reason?""Yes," Gabriel replied, his eyes narrowing. "Answer that. I'm sure your queen won't want you to be here.""Yes, my mother would be furious," Thelma admitted, her voice barely a whisper. "But I don't care. I just care about you."Gabriel's expression softened, but he was still cautious. "What?""Yes," she said, her eyes shining. "I care about you and... I want you to marry me."Gabriel's eyes widened, disbelief written all over his face. "Marry you?"Thelma took a step closer, her gaze unflinching. "Yes. Marry me. I can help you." He stared at her silently, trying to read her intentions, but she continued, her voice pleading. "I promise you, Gabriel, if you marry me, I can vouch t
Zoe felt a chill run down her spine, and she struggled to find words. "I... I didn’t know," she said, barely able to process what Tamara was saying.Camella, though lost in her own world of grief, heard Tamara’s last words and turned, her eyes wide with horror. “What are you saying?” she whispered, her lips trembling. “Someone has to die... for him to wake up?”Tamara hesitated, seeing the fear in Camella's eyes. "I wish it wasn't true, but... yes. That’s how it works. It’s a cruel trade," she said softly, her own voice betraying her sadness.Camella felt the room spin for a moment, her heart pounding. She looked at Gabriel, her lips quivering as she whispered, “No... there has to be another way. There has to be.”Zoe moved closer to Tamara, her mind reeling from the revelation. “Is there really no other way?” she asked, almost pleading."I've searched, Zoe," Tamara said, shaking her head. "But the truth is, in his condition, if he wants to return, a life must be taken. It’s not someth
Gabriel stood there, his breath heavy, the dark silhouette of the creature looming over him. It was unlike anything he had ever seen—a twisted mix of shadows and fangs, with eyes that seemed to glint even in the darkness. His heart pounded as he gripped the hilt of an available sword tighter, the sweat from his palms making it slick. He knew he had to act fast, but the creature’s movements were unpredictable, darting around him, taunting him.“Come on,” he muttered to himself, trying to steady his breathing. “Just one opening… that’s all I need.”The creature lunged, and he sidestepped, narrowly avoiding its sharp claws. The air was thick, almost suffocating, and his muscles ached from the strain of dodging and countering. He swung his sword, managing to nick the creature’s side, but it only hissed, unfazed, and retreated into the shadows. The brief moment of reprieve was shattered when he heard the snorting and stomping behind him. Turning, he saw the massive bull charging toward him
More machines attacked, but Gabriel was relentless, his mind focused on one thing: survival. He fought with a ferocity he didn’t know he had, each blow more powerful than the last. For every machine that attacked, he countered with swift, brutal precision, his eyes glowing brighter with every strike.As he stood amidst the shattered remains of the machines, his chest heaving, he heard Seraphina’s voice echo through the realm. “Impressive, Gabriel. But this is only the beginning. You will break, and you will serve me… or you will die.”Gabriel looked around, wiping the sweat from his brow, his breath ragged but steady. “I’ll never be yours,” he shouted defiantly, his voice echoing through the dark, empty expanse of Noctura. “I will find a way out of this place, and I will destroy everything you throw at me.”Seraphina's laughter echoed, dark and mocking. “We shall see, Gabriel. We shall see.”As the darkness around him deepened, Gabriel steeled himself, knowing that this was only the b