Gabriel X Marinette Novels & Stories

“Hi! Is this Janette?” Sabrina inquired. Gabriel raised his eyebrows as he folded his arms across his chest, watching his wife turn on the speaker so he could hear whatever Janette would say as well. “Yes, it's me. Who's this?” the other line answered. Gabriel's jaw hardened. ‘It's really her, huh,’ he clenched his fist. That woman was indeed fvcking wicked! At this point, he was convinced that Janette will do everything to ruin his marriage with Sabrina. But good luck to her because he won't allow that.

Gabriel sat back in his seat, fingers tapping the steering wheel like a slow countdown. “You’re holding back,” I muttered. His gaze cut to me. “You sure you want the rest?” I turned to him, fury barely held back. “Don’t start now.” Gabriel sighed. “All right. You want the whole picture? Here it is.” He reached into the center console and pulled out a manila folder—thin, worn, creased like it had passed through too many hands. He slid it into my lap. “Silvano had two daughters,” he said quietly. “The younger one’s name was Mariah.”

Yvette said that Gabriel was just a good-for-nothing spoiled rich kid with a prestigious family background. Likewise, Gabriel thought Yvette was a nosy meddler who always pushed me to break up with him every time we fought. The sudden buzz of an incoming WhatsApp call jolted me from my thoughts. I stared blankly at the screen before rejecting it. "Why aren't you answering?" Gabriel messaged me. "Don't tell me you're crying. "Come to Mirage Villa. I'll make it up to you tonight. "Relax, marriage is just a formality. You'll have whatever Melanie gets, including me."

"Oh, now i have become just a mare person to you? If thats the case, i will show you that i am your real husband" Gabriel didnt waste a second, he carried Rain in his arms and went straight to his room then put her down so she could stand on her spaghetti feet. Rain tried to stand straight but found herself stumbling. Gabriel looked at Rain again and didn't know what he wanted to do. Rain chuckled, "leave my room now, i- i want to- to rest now" "Do you still consider me as a mare person?" Gabriel asked. Rain nodded her head "of course, you- you are just- just a mare person. A good samaritan is-is what describes you best" Rain said this with a smile on her face.

The priest asks him. "I do." Gabriel replies, his voice ringing loud and clear through the microphone attached to his jacket. "Do you, Arian Katerina Macavinta, take Gabriel Cruz to be your lawful wedded husband and live together in the estate of holy matrimony? Do you promise to love, comfort, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for better or for worse as long as you both shall live?" He asks me. "I do." I answer.

The maids in her quarters would only make fun of her if she dared to approach them for help, she was not ready to face any more humiliations from them. Just as she was about getting on the ladder, she sighted Damien walking back into the house and immediately a thought popped into her head. She thought of going straight to his office and asking him to come help her. It was his wedding after all, this should be his problem not hers. She watched Damien with a disgustful eye as he walked proudly and head held high into his office shutting the door behind him. Ariel was determined to confront Damien, she could not tell why that was, all she knew was that he was going to see him. She had no idea

He told her, his stance very rigid. A jolt went through Mara at his words, she had never felt as hot as she was feeling at the moment but she was resisting the urge to fan her face. His defense of her left her weak in the knees and this was the reason she wanted to avoid Lucien Rodrigues. “I don’t see Gabriel’s wife anywhere” He commented “Oh, she went to get herself a drink after I cleared her on what not to gossip about concerning a girl’s fiancée” Mara told him She heard him chuckle and smiled to herself, they were going to make an amazing fake couple.

And Xavier was already meticulously plucking each one. He was updating his network of hired surveillance when the first solid breakthrough presented itself unexpectedly – a fresh image capture of Martha at an electronics shop captured by a street camera before she managed to obscure her face. Xavier’s blood surged with predatory satisfaction studying her appearance – she had colored her hair, lost weight, the hollows under her cheekbones were more pronounced. Good, let fear gnaw away at her bones. Her suffering would be exquisite for what she had done to Halle and their child.

I ask. Gabriel walks in right at that moment as if he heard me ask my question. "Even if it lasts for a few hours, it will be beneficial for me tomorrow," he says. "What happens tomorrow?" I ask. "Your precious mate Xavier declared war against me to rescue you, so I figured I'd need some extra energy." Gabriel grins. Gabriel's words send a chill down my spine. Xavier had declared war against him to rescue me, and now I was being used as a source of energy to boost Gabriel's strength. Knowing that made me feel dirty.

He had no sense of intimidation. Horacio was domineering and aggressive, and only a savage like him with influence and ability could run a gang in a place like Clouspring. As for Gabriel… he was being polite by addressing him as Mr. Bayfield. Martin would have called him Gabriel directly if he could not be bothered with him. Gabriel scowled. “Martin, I’m not joking with you.” Martin was quiet for a bit before he said, “Alright, come with me.” Gabriel nodded and bowed slightly. He glanced at the bodyguards who hit him and remembered his face.