Chapter 162
abelle paced back and forth in the grand living room of the mansion, her fingers gripping her phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white
The news andle was sill open on the screen, the damning headline staring back at her as though mocking her helplessness.
Antoni
no Garcia, Billionaire CFO, Arrested for Hape Allegations.
or knew it and was sure of it. She didn’t
Her breath came in short, cratic bursts, her mind refusing to accepi
ept what she had just read. This was a lie, she | need to be a genius to know that it was a crisel attempt to ruin him.
But the more she scrolles, the worse it got. The media was already painting Antonio is guilty before he had even spoken a word in his defense.
Reports were flooding in with phrases like “anonymous sources,” “uniltiple allegations” and “potential human trafficking links.”
It was absurd.
It was all bullshit
However, the darn media was using all of this to boost their ratings and her blood boiled, and she had never hated them as much as she did at that
Zabelle swallowed hard, her pulse hammering in her ears as she turned toward the door. She couldn’t sit still. She needed to see Antonio. Now
A part of her knew there was a huge chance Antonio wouldn’t want her there, but she didn’t care, as she needed to see him, or she would lose her
“Zabelle.” she heard Nivera call out to her, and she felt herself being shaken, but she didn’t care about that.
wasting another second, she rushed out of the living room, barely grabbing her coat as she stormed toward the front entrance
Without wasti
The guards stationed outside turned to her the moment she appeared, their postures straightening with alertness.
One of them, immediately stepped forward to block her path. When she looked at who it was, she saw that it was her personal guard, Elias “Ma’am. I’m afraid you can’t leave.”
“What?” Zabelle’s eyes narrowed in irritation.”
“I’m not in the mood for this, Elias,”
“I have orders to ensure you stay home.” Elias.
s remained stoic, but there was a hint of resignation in his eyes.
Zabelle’s hands curled into fists at her sides, her patience snapping. “By whose orders?”
“Mr. Garcia” Elias answered firmly. “Before he left this morning, he instructed me to make sure you remained safe in the mansion.”
Zabelle’s heart clenched at the reminder that Antonio had gone out thinking he was handling a business crisis, only to be arrested on false
accusationi
She shook her head. “I don’t care. I need to see him.”
Tm sorry, ma’am. I can’t let you.”
“I wasn’t asking for permission, Elias,” Zabelle hisseil. “Don’t make the have to fight you”
Elias s jaw tightened, and when he stepped forward to try to reason with her, Zabelle saw no other choice.
In a swift, reckless motion, she reached for his waist and grabbed the gun from his holster before he could react.
The cold metal was heavy in her grip, but her hands were steady as she licked off the safety. She knew exactly what she was doing. She was going to see Antonio, and there was no one that was going to stop that from happening.
No, even Antonu himsell
Flias sučene, his entire body going rigid as his eyes darted to the weapon now in her grasp. He cursed himself Like the weapon from him.
If for being so careless to have let her
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“Ma’am,” he said carefully, his voice composed but tense, “put the gun down”
Zabelle took a step back, her grip firm. “I swear, Elias, if you don’t let me go, ”
“Zabelle,” she heard Nivera call out to her, but she shook her head as she had made up her mind.
She paused, knowing he wouldn’t be intimidated by a threat against himself. In fact, knowing how Antonio cared about her safety. Elias would rather take the damn bullet than take her to Antonio.
Her eyes beamed as she managed to find a loophole.
Elias was sworn to protect her from danger.
So she tumed the gun on herself instead, pressing the barrel against her own temple.
Elias’s expression instantly changed. His body tensed with immediate panic. “Ma’am, don’t do this. Please just give me the gun.”
“Zabelle, what are you doing?” Nivera asked in horror.
“Let me go,” she demanded, her voice sharp and unwavering. “If you won’t, I’ll pull the trigger.”
Elias’s breath hitched, and his eyes flickered with conflict. When she saw he was still hesitating, she cocked the gun and that did the trick.
“Alright. Fine.” He exhaled sharply, his fists clenching. Il take you to him.”
Zabelle lowered the gun slightly, still keeping it in her grasp. “And don’t try anything stupid, Elias. If you do, I’ll know, and I won’t hesitate to harm myself.”
car arrived.
“I won’t,” he muttered, reluctantly stepping aside. “Get the car!” He yelled and a minute later, a car
Zabelle wasted no time in walking toward the car and getting in. “Come on,” she then urged Nivera who nodded and got into the
The moment she slid in, Nivera’s turned to face her. “What the hell
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“Not now, Nivera, Zabelle muttered, shoving the gun onto her lap as she ordered Elias to drive.
The engine roared to life, and they sped out of the mansion and into the streets.
Zabelle capped her foot impatiently against the car floor, her nails digging into her pa to expect when she got to the station, but she needed to see Antonio.
palms as she watched the streets blur p
past. She didn’t know what
However, fate as always had other plans.
Barely ten minutes into the drive, traffic came to a complete standstill.
“What the hell is happening?” Zabelle exhaled sharply, her frustration reaching a breaking point.
Elias glanced through the windshield, his brows furrowing. “Looks like an accident up ahead.”
Zabelle’s heart pounded. “How bad?”
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “But it doesn’t seem like we’ll be moving anytime soon.”
“Dammie” Zabelle clenched her teeth. She couldn’t afford to waste time.
“Stay here,” she said, reaching for the door handle.
“Zabelle, wait..” Nivera tried to stop her, but she was already stepping out, her coat whipping around her as she pushed past the rows of stalled cars. Nivera hurried to catch up to her, her heels clicking against the pavement.
“Zabelle, what are you doing!”
“We’re not far from the police station,” Zabelle replied. “I’ll walk if I have to
But before she could go any further, a sudden groan caught her attention from behind. She turned sharply, wondering what it was all about, and
her eyes landing on a figure collapsed on the ground.
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It was a homeless man–thin, disheveled, and he was clutching his ribs in pain. Over him, Elias stood rigidly, his hand still raised from where he had apparently shoved the man away.
Zabelle frowned, immediately stepping forward. “What the hell was that?”
“He tried to touch you, ma’am,” Elias exhaled.
Zabelle’s brows furrowed as she looked down at the man. His clothes were tattered, his beard overgrown, and he looked like he could drop dead at
any moment
Suddenly, he spoke.
“Zabelle, it’s you” His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. “V
“Like who!” Zabelle frowned.
“You you look so much like her.”
“Your mother.” The man let out a strangled breath.
A chill ran down her spine, but she forced herself to stay focused. She had no time for the ramblings of a mentally unstable man.
“I don’t have time for this she muttered as she dipped her hand in her pocket and brought out a hundred dollar bill. Without wasting time, she placed in beside the man, and she turned to leave.
But the man reached out, grabbing the hem of her coat
I’m sorry. I wasn’t there. I should have been there. I should have protected you,” he rasped. “Gabriel is not your father.”
Zabelle’s breath hitched, her entire body going cold.
“What did you just say?”
But before the man could speak again, Elias stepped forward, prying him off her.
“Let’s go. ma’am. Ross won’t be too happy to know you’re here. Elias urger
“Zabelle, he’s right. The man doesn’t look right in the head. We should get going.” Nivera agreed.
Zabelle hesitated, a strange unease creeping into her chest. Who was this man? And why did he look so.
Before she could finish the thought, the traffic finally began moving.
“We should get back in the car, Nivera said as she pulled Zabelle towards the car
Zabelle gave the man one last glan
glance, shaking off her unease before heading back inside.
As they drove away, the homeless man collapsed onto the pavement, his weak body unable to chase after her.
Tears streamed down his face as he watched her disappear.
He had waited so long. So many years.
And now, he had lost his one c chance to tell her the truth.
His body trembled as he choked back a sob.
I’m so sorry, my linde girl,” he apologized as he could feel everything slipping past his lingers.
