Dustin and Gabriella

Dustin and Gabriella

Chapter 1

"Mrs.Brown was in the kitchen preparing dinner for tonight when a car approached the gate ".

"hmm,my husband has arrived ", Mrs. Brown said .

"Welcome,boss,"the door man said, how was work?".

"Thank you sir", the boss replied.

"And sir, what about the money the money we discussed?".

"Don't worry,i 'il send it to you ".

"Thank you,sir".

Mr. Brown stepped inside, and his wife, Mrs. Brown, greeted him warmly ."Welcome ,dear . How was work?"

"it was okay,dear.just glad to be home with you?.

"I'm glad you're home . Dinner's almost ready".

"(Continuing the warm and cozy vibe)"

"(She pecked his forehead tenderly)"

He was blushing, and muttered, I'll go freshen up".

Three minutes later,he strolled back in, looking refreshed .

He asked,"Where's Gabriella?"

"I don't know,"she said."

Prodigal

Gabriella, their only child, was a free spirit, but her carefree nature often leaned towards recklessness. She loved to party, and her parents' wealth allowed her to indulge in a lavish lifestyle. At 25, she had already gained a reputation for being a bit too fond of the club scene, often prioritizing fun over responsibility. Her parents often worried about her future, as she seemed to be wasting her potential and their hard-earned money on fleeting pleasures.

"That girl is going to be the death of me,"her father muttered, shaking his head in frustration.

Mrs Brown's eyes widened in confusions,

"How?"she asked,her voice barely above a whisper.

People are talking, wife," he said, his voice low and serious. "They say she's got a bad reputation, and it's landing on our heads. The President's daughter, for crying out loud!

Mr. David Brown was a prominent businessman, with a portfolio of successful companies under his belt. He was affectionately known as "President" Brown due to his philanthropic efforts, particularly in supporting local orphanages and community projects. His most notable venture was the renowned Don-Don Clothes Factory, a leading manufacturer of quality apparel in the region

Mrs. Brenda Brown was a successful businesswoman in her own right, owning a popular spa that catered to the city's elite. Her impeccable taste and warm hospitality had made her a respected figure in high society

Mr. Brown's frustration boiled over, "I'm fed up with her antics!

"I'll talk to her," Mrs. Brown replied calmly, trying to soothe her husband's frustration

"Alright, I'll leave it to you," Mr. Brown said, throwing up his hands. "But someone has to talk some sense into that girl before it's too late."

Mrs. Brown nodded resolutely, "I'll talk to her. I'll make her see reason."

"Brenda, let's go upstairs," Mr. Brown said, his voice low and husky, filled with a hint of seduction.

Mrs. Brown's eyes sparkled with understanding as she whispered, "What do you have in mind?"

They headed upstairs, their footsteps quiet on the stairs.