Mafia king and demon, Noah Gabriel is everyone's fear, and the very mention of his name makes one shudder.
Everyone adores Isabella Rose Robinson, who is known as an angel, and she has her unique style of speaking.
After they meet, Noah forces her...
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Noah's POV:
I get up with a sense of urgency, my body filled with a seething anger that demands answers. I head to the Gabriel building to meet Sebastian, each step heavy with the burden of my grief. Why the fuck would she choose her own happiness over her daughter's life? The thought churns inside me, the rage and heartbreak blending into a bitter cocktail of fury.
I park in the lot and wait, staring blankly at Rose's picture on my dashboard. It's been three weeks, and the ache in my chest has only grown sharper. The house is shrouded in a sorrowful quiet, the joy we once shared now a distant memory. Rowan's sobs echo through the hallways, each cry a reminder of the gaping void her absence has left. Every sound, every silence, magnifies my weakness. I've become a shell of the man I used to be, broken and lost without her.
I've started watching Beauty and the Beast every day, the familiar scenes only serving to deepen my despair. I cry until there are no more tears left, feeling utterly helpless and weak. Rose's perfume saturates the house, a constant, haunting reminder of her presence. Her pictures are scattered everywhere, but they offer no comfort—only a relentless reminder of what we've lost. Rowan brings food to everyone, ensuring we eat, but I barely interact with the others. Our lives have become a series of empty routines, devoid of the vibrancy Rose brought into our lives.
A knock on the window jolts me from my thoughts. I blink, realizing I've been staring at Rose's picture, lost in the sea of my grief.
I let out a heavy sigh, feeling as though I might shatter into a thousand pieces at any moment.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Sebastian's voice cuts through the fog of my emotions.
"Positive," I reply, my voice icy and devoid of the strength I wish I had.
"Okay, then let's go." He slides into my car, and we drive in silence toward the Hernandez mansion, my mind consumed by thoughts of vengeance. I storm out of the car, pushing the door open with a force that reflects my rage. I'm here to destroy the woman who betrayed her own flesh and blood for her own selfish desires.
As we enter, the Hernandez family looks up, their expressions a mix of shock and fear. Richardo, standing protectively in front of his wife, and Rose's mother, with her face pale and trembling.
"Isabella died," I state, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. Richardo's reaction is one of genuine shock, but I can't bring myself to care about his feelings. They mean nothing to me now.
"Who is Isabella?" Chloe stutters, her voice filled with confusion.
"Her daughter," I snap, pointing at Rose's mother. Hernandez looks bewildered, struggling to piece together the fragments of this revelation.
"She left her daughter and husband when she was born because she had cancer and married you. During the celebration, on Isabella's birthday, she ordered people to kill her. Don't worry, you failed; she died because of fucking cancer," I continue, my eyes burning with unshed tears. My heart aches with the pain of her loss, the betrayal cutting deeper with every word.
