Romane von Rachael Oghogho

Gabriel’s POV“What are you doing? You’re always glancing at your phone.”Elena’s questioned, noticing that I wasn't listening to her. I forced myself to look at her, keeping my face blank and casual.“Nothing important,” I replied smoothly. “Just some errands I had my assistant run for me.”“Some errands, huh?” She took a slow sip of her wine, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. “I thought you were still thinking about that bitch.”The word “bitch” hit me hard. I wanted to reach across the table and strangle her. My hand tightened around the napkin in my lap until my knuckles turned white. I swallowed the rage and kept my voice cold.“Drop it, Elena.”She shrugged and raised her hand. “Waiter!” I pulled out my black card and tossed it onto the tray the moment the waiter arrived with the bill. Elena paused, her own card halfway out of her designer purse.“You shouldn’t have,” she said, trying to sound sweet. “I wanted to treat you tonight.”“There’s no need,” I said flatly. “I can affo

Liana's POVI ran to the bathroom like a ghost was chasing me. My chest felt tight, and the tears I had been holding back for the last five minutes were burning at the corners of my eyes, about to spill over and ruin my makeup. Why did he have to show up everywhere I went?I pushed the door open, slipped inside, and locked it behind me for a second. Leaning over the sink, I turned on the cold tap and splashed water on my face. The shock of it helped a little.Get a grip, Liana. He’s not your husband anymore. He’s just your scumbag ex-husband. A heartless, cheating bastard who threw you away like yesterday’s trash.I repeated the words in my head like a mantra. The bathroom door creaked open behind me. I didn’t turn around immediately, thinking it was just a random lady, but it was Elena Hart instead. She walked straight to the mirror beside me, completely ignoring my presence at first. She pulled out a tube of blood-red lipstick and began touching it up. “Some people just can’t seem t

GABRIEL 'S P. O. VElena sat to my right, her red dress which barely covered her thighs hugging her body. She was in her element. Smiling, her eyes curved into a crescent shape, her hand resting lightly on my forearm. I could feel her wandering leg in between my legs, her smile promising more than I cared for. The private dining room at Le Noir cast its glittery lights on the table. I swirled my Scotch in my hands absently. My mind felt occupied by the events of two days ago. I had chosen this, so why did I feel so miserable. It was like a hero feeling guilty for the damages he had caused while saving a damsel in distress. I felt her move closer to my ears. "Why are you so quiet? Still thinking about her? " she purred. My hands clenched unconsciously. Of course I was still thinking about her. Her trembling hands as she signed the papers. Her soulful eyes showing the hurt I had put her through as she stared at me. They all still haunted me, even when I closed my eyes

LIANA'S POVThe owner? That would be Mr Gold.""I haven't heard of this Mr. Gold. ""That would be expected ma'am as the furniture was sold by a Miss Elena Hart. ""Elena? " I grabbed the doorknob to keep myself from crumbling to the ground. That bitch! "Elena sold my furniture to someone else. ""Yes. "Okay, let's not focus on that right now, I have to find a way around this. "Can I speak to this Mr Gold? "Mr Smythe's eyebrows went up, his eyes narrowed. "For what reason? ""Can you just let me speak to him? "He stared at me in silence for a few minutes, then he took out his phone. He went a few distances away from me so I could not hear what he was saying. He came back. "You're in luck, Mr Gold is on his way. "I sighed, relieved. "Thank you." I felt awkward leaving him standing outside. "Would you like to come in for a cup of tea or coffee? "He bit his lower lips, in thought then shook his head. "No, but thank you, I would rather stand here so that Mr Gold ca

LIANA'S P. O. V"Sign here. Mrs. Vale. And here." The lawyer slid the paper towards me and handed the pen, her voice cold. The pen felt like ice in my fingers but I felt numb within me so it made no difference. "You can take off the title "Mrs Vale" now. She doesn't need it anymore.” Elena said with a smirk on her red lips,her hand leisurely caressing Gabriel's chest. "Is this what you want? " I asked him and his gray eyes were cold as he replied. "Sign the papers Liana. As per the agreement, you get to keep the townhouse” I glared at him, my fists clenching around the pen. The pen suddenly flared hot under my hand. "Ouch!” I jerked back, letting the pen drop to the floor. Elena laughed. “Careful. If you get angry you’ll have scars. He designed it that way. So be calm, okay." She said it like a joke. I glanced at Gabriel and he didn’t deny it,didn’t look at me. I took a deep, trembling breath. "As you wish. I hope you find the happiness I couldn't give you." A mus