Gabriel's Obsession

A Symphony of Vengeance

Gabriel's private swimming pool, once his sanctuary, now felt like an abyss of uncertainty. The water, usually a source of clarity, failed to cleanse the weight pressing down on his conscience. Each stroke, each lap, was supposed to drown out the storm raging inside him, but the turmoil only deepened.

The divorce papers haunted him. His father's threats loomed like storm clouds, casting a suffocating shadow over his every thought. Could he really let Amelia go? Could he truly sever the bond he had fought so hard to protect?

Emerging from the pool, water slid off his body like lingering ghosts of his past sins. He grabbed a towel, running it over his damp skin as his breath came slow and heavy. No amount of swimming could prepare him for the battle ahead.

He reached for his phone, desperate for an escape, even if momentary. But instead of solace, he was met with a nightmare.

"Hello?" Gabriel answered, his voice sharp, alert.

Silence.

His brows furrowed. He pulled the phone away, checking the screen. The call was still connected.

"Hello?" he repeated, his tone edged with irritation. Still nothing—just a hollow, eerie void.

Then, a sound. A muffled cry.

A sharp pang of dread shot through him, cold and unforgiving. His grip on the phone tightened, muscles tensing.

And then he heard it—

"Please... help me..."

His heart stopped.

"Angelica!" he barked, his voice raw with panic. He knew that voice. He would know it anywhere. His sister. His baby sister.

A slow, menacing chuckle slithered through the receiver, sending a chill down Gabriel's spine. His blood ran ice-cold.

"Well, Mr. Hamilton," the voice drawled, amusement laced with malice. "How does it feel to be powerless?"

Gabriel's world tilted on its axis. Fear. Rage. A toxic mix of emotions surged through him, burning like acid in his veins.

"You motherfcker!"* he roared, his voice shaking the walls around him. "If you so much as lay a fcking hand on her—"*

"Oh, but I already have," the voice interrupted, mock sympathy dripping from his words. "And I will continue unless... you give me something in return."

Gabriel's breathing turned ragged. This wasn't just about power. This was personal.

"What do you want?" he demanded, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached.

The line went silent for a second. Then—

"Give me Amelia, and your sister will be safe."

Everything inside him stilled.

The words sliced through him, leaving nothing but wreckage in their wake.

Amelia.

His wife. His world. The mother of his daughters.

"You think I would hand over my wife to save my sister?" Gabriel snarled, his rage palpable. "You're out of your fcking mind!"*

The man on the other end merely chuckled, the sound a blade against Gabriel's nerves.

"Then prepare to bury your dear Angelica."

A beat of silence. Then—

"I just sent you a little preview. Enjoy."

The call cut off.

Gabriel's heart slammed against his ribs as his phone vibrated with an incoming message. Dread pooled in his stomach, coiling like a snake ready to strike.