Chapter 63 Gabriel Thought About Rebecca

• 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.