Rebecca’s POV
Before closing my eyes for sleep, a playful, almost reckless idea crossed my mind. I picked up my phone, dialing Gabriel’s number—not because I expected an answer, but to confirm what I already suspected. I wanted to see if, despite Emmanuella's threat, he had left any avenue open for me to reach him.
“The number you are trying to reach is not reachable,” the automated voice informed me. Twice, I heard the same message, cold and impersonal, sealing the reality I already knew.
A low, bitter laugh escaped my lips. Not that I was surprised. Of course, Gabriel had blocked me. Calls, texts—shut down. I let the phone fall onto the silk sheets beside me, a smirk spreading across my face as my mind raced. He was so terrified of Emmanuella’s threat that he would go to such lengths
