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Gabriel gave him last warning as he began to wait for any kind of response from him before he could finally generate some solution in the meantime. Markos had to find some solution to the situation and after hearing those words from Gabriel his brain clicked upon the possible escape. As the tension hung thick in the air, Markos emerged from his hiding spot behind the intricately carved stone pillar. “Hah! Do you really want to do that?” His eyes glittered with a mix of defiance and amusement as he locked gazes with Gabriel, who stood in the centre of the hall, his expression stoic yet intense. With a sly smirk playing on his lips, Markos sauntered forward, his steps echoing softly against the polished marble floor. "Well, well, well," he drawled, his voice

The mansion was shrouded in darkness as Bella made her way through the silent halls, her footsteps echoing softly against the polished marble floors. Her mind buzzed with a whirlwind of emotions as she approached her study room, the weight of her confrontation with Gabriel bearing down on her with each passing moment. With a deep breath, Bella pushed open the door to her study, the soft glow of lamplight casting long shadows across the room. She crossed to her desk, her hands trembling with a mix of anger and apprehension as she picked up the phone. Dialing Gabriel's number, Bella's heart pounded in her chest as she waited for him to answer. When he finally did, his voice filled with surprise at the late hour, Bella wasted no time in cutting straight to the point. "Gabriel," she began, her voice laced with barely contained fury

The bedroom was steeped in darkness, save for the slivers of moonlight slipping through the curtains, casting ghostly patterns on the floor. The world outside was silent, the quiet of the night seeping into the space, making it almost sacred. In the king-sized bed, Bella lay sound asleep, her breathing steady and deep, the blankets rising and falling gently with each breath. Beside her, Eros pretended to sleep, his body still and his breathing measured, but his eyes were open, fixed on the ceiling above. Eros’s mind was a tumult of thoughts and emotions, the stillness of his body a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding within. He staredinto the darkness above, the shadows seeming to morph as his thoughts twisted and turned. Every few moments, his gaze drifted to Bella's peaceful form, the sight both comforting and unnerving. H

In the family kitchen, where Valeria, Liam, and Gabriel were seated around the table, savouring their breakfast together. Liam asked while glancing over his newspaper. “Lily, have you made any plans about when you're going to venture out to explore the cities?” Valeria spoke while sipping her tea. “I've been thinking about it, Dad. Maybe next month. I want to finalise a few things before I set off. Moreover, Lucas is still little.” Gabriel was forking a piece of pancake. “You sure you don't want some company? I can take some time off work. Martha is with Lucas and dad is with him too.” Valeria answered while smiling. “Thanks, Gabe, but I think I need to do this on my own. It's kind of a personal journey

But even as she clung to the hope of Markos's return, doubts crept into her heart, fueled by the events of the evening. She couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal that lingered in the air, the sense that everything she believed in was slowly crumbling around her. As she lay on her bed, lost in her thoughts, Valeria made a silent vow to herself. She would hold onto her love for Markos with all her strength, trusting in their bond to see them through even the darkest of times. And until the day he returned to her arms, she would wait, her heart filled with unwavering faith and love. With a heavy heart and tears streaming down her cheeks, Valeria closed the door of her room with a resounding slam. The sound echoed in the empty space, a tangible manifestation of her inner turmoil. Leaning against the door, she felt