Semua Bab One Night Stand With My Future Uncle In Law : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Gabriella POV Mariano looked back at me. His eyes were dark and unreadable."Later," he said. "I promise."He turned away from me, walked to the bathroom door, and opened it. He stepped out into the bedroom and I followed close behind him.Vlad was standing in the hallway outside the bedroom door. Her expression was grim. She stood straight with her arms by her side."What is it?" Mariano asked, stopping in front of her.Vlad looked past Mariano and looked at me. Her eyes were cold. "We found something. Something you need to see."Mariano stepped out of the bathroom completely and moved into the middle of the room. His hand was still pressed against his side."What is it?"Vlad held up a phone. "This was on one of the men we captured. It has messages from Davis. About the attack. About Gabriella. About everything."Mariano took the phone from Vlad's hand. He raised it and scrolled through the screen with his thumb. His face went pale as he read the text on the screen. He stood comple

Gabriella POV "Do not," he cut in sharply."Raphael, please just talk to me.""I said do not." His voice lashed out like a whip, loud and sharp in the quiet car. "I do not want to hear anything from you right now. I do not want to hear any excuses. I just want to get you home safely."I closed my mouth and looked away. I didn't try to speak again. I sat silently in the passenger seat and watched the green trees blur together outside the window as the car sped down the highway. The drive was long, agonizing, and completely silent. The air inside the car felt thick and heavy, making it hard to breathe normally.An hour later, Raphael turned the car off the main road and pulled into the paved driveway of our parents' house. The large house sat quietly under the dull grey sky. All the front lights were turned off, and the windows were dark. I looked over at Raphael, my eyebrows pulling together in confusion."Where are Mom and Dad?" I asked, looking at the empty driveway."They went to v

Gabriella POV I sat in the large leather armchair across from Raphael, taking a long, shaky breath that rattled in my chest. The words felt completely stuck in the back of my throat, and my hands were still trembling uncontrollably from the argument we had just finished. I clamped my fingers onto my knees to force them to stop shaking. I had promised him the truth. I had promised him every detail, and now I had to give it to him."Start from the beginning," Raphael said. His voice was still hard and flat, but the sharp anger in his eyes had faded slightly. He was sitting on the edge of the couch, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees and his eyes fixed directly on my face. "Do not leave anything out."I nodded my head and looked down at my hands. The tears were still wet and cold on my cheeks. I raised the back of my hand, wiped the moisture away, and forced myself to open my mouth."It started in Vegas," I said. "Davis and his friends were staying at the hotel there.

Gabriella POV The morning light was bright, sharp, and harsh as I walked through the sliding glass doors of Castillo Holdings. The marble floors of the main lobby reflected the bright white fluorescent lights hanging high overhead. The security guard sitting behind the large front desk looked up from his computer screen, caught my eye, and gave me a firm nod. The receptionist standing near the turnstiles smiled warm and broad, saying it was good to see me back in the office. I forced my lips into a small smile, nodded back at her, and walked straight toward the elevator bank.The building looked completely identical to how I had left it. The high-ceiling lobby was clean, silent, and polished to a shine. Employees dressed in formal suits were rushing back and forth across the floor holding paper coffee cups and thick manila file folders. Everything around me looked completely normal. But nothing inside me felt normal at all.I pressed the silver metal button for the executive floor an

Gabriella POV The next two days passed in a heavy blur. I sat at my desk, clicked through endless administrative emails, attended scheduled meetings, and forced polite smiles at every coworker who walked past my chair. But my mind was completely trapped elsewhere. It was fixated on Valentina's words in the cold service hallway, on the old paper envelope, and on the signature at the bottom of that letter that looked like an exact match for my mother's handwriting.Every few minutes, I unlocked my cell phone to check for updates from Raphael. He had texted days ago to say his meeting with Mariano went well and that he was willing to give him a fair chance. But I had not told him about Valentina's newest claim yet. I had not told him about the letter accusing our mother of murder.I did not know how to say those words out loud to him. I did not know how to tell anyone that our mother might be the person orchestrating our nightmare.At five o'clock, the digital clock on my computer monit