Gabriel’s POV
I paced around the living room, my hands clasped to my jaw like a man cornered by fate. Today had been a relentless storm. First, the journalist. Then, the officer. And now Luke, demanding money with the threat of blackmail.
I ran a hand through my disheveled hair, trying to piece together a way out of this chaos, but my mind was a barren desert. No solutions. No hope. Only the echoes of my mistakes coming back to haunt me.
Suddenly, a thought hit me like a desperate man’s prayer. “Rebecca seems to be my only hope,” I muttered.
It was a slim hope, barely enough to cling to, especially since I was the one who betrayed her. I had crossed too many lines—blocking her number, ignoring her attempts to reach me—all because of Emmanuella’s threats. And now, Rebecca held the key t
