Whispers Of The Shadows-The UNKNOWN

Thorns of Faith

Victor knew Gabriel very well. He was fully aware of what Gabriel was capable of, but he still decided to stand his ground. “Who do you think you are to interfere between us? This is our matter. I think you’re the one who should leave.”

That was it. Gabriel lost every ounce of patience he had left. His frustration and anger flared, sharp and clear in his voice. “Do you even know who you’re talking to?”

“I know exactly who I’m talking to. She is Zah—” Victor began, but Zahra’s voice sliced through his sentence like a blade.

“Zahra Thorn, Victor. It’s Zahra Thorn. Wife of Gabriel Thorn.” Her tone was cold and stern, her head held high as she locked eyes with him, making it painfully clear who she was and who she no longer belonged to.

Gabriel looked at Victor then, and his lips curled into a slow, mocking smirk, his expression lighting up in a mix of disbelief and amused satisfactioneerily similar to someone just discovering a delightful betrayal. His eyebrows lifted slightly, and he tilted his head as though silently savoring the moment. His eyes sparkled with both mischief and triumph, much like a man about to unleash a storm.

“Well, well,” Gabriel said softly, his voice dripping with venomous mockery. “Looks like someone still hasn’t caught up with reality. Allow me to reintroduce her for you.”

His smile remained, but his gaze turned deadly serious, daring Victor to test his limits again.

Victor clenched his fists, his face taut with suppressed anger. “You think a piece of paper changes everything?” he spat, his voice trembling with emotion. “You think you can just own her now?”

Gabriel’s smirk widened, though his eyes turned ice-cold. He took a deliberate step closer to Victor, his towering presence casting an intimidating shadow. “It’s not about owning her, Victor. It’s about understanding where you stand—and where you don’t.”

Zahra’s gaze flicked between the two men, her expression unreadable. She refused to waver, even as the tension thickened. “This conversation is over,” she said sharply, her voice cutting through the air. “Gabriel, let’s go.”

Gabriel’s smirk softened, his attention shifting to Zahra for the briefest moment. “As you wish,” he said, his tone laced with an edge of pride, as though her command only fueled his superiority.

But before turning to leave, he leaned in just close enough to Victor to make his presence feel suffocating. “You’d better remember this, Victor,” he whispered, his tone low and menacing. “You lost her the moment you underestimated me.”

Victor stood frozen, his mind swirling with frustration and helplessness as Gabriel and Zahra walked away together. Gabriel’s hand rested protectively on Zahra’s back, a gesture as possessive as it was deliberate.

And Victor? He was left to grapple with the cold, hard truth: she was no longer his.

“You were supposed to go home, so shall we?” Gabriel said with a playful smile, his tone indicating he was quite satisfied with her earlier response.

Zahra glanced at him briefly and nodded. “Well... let’s go. But after that, I need to go shopping. I have to buy some clothes,” she added softly, her voice calm but thoughtful.

Gabriel raised an eyebrow, his calm demeanor unwavering. “Let’s just call the stylist to the house. You can browse everything from there—much easier,” he suggested, his tone casual yet firm.

“Okay, let’s go,” Zahra replied, moving forward. Gabriel followed, keeping a subtle but deliberate distance.

However, her steps faltered as her eyes landed on the vehicle waiting for them. “What’s that?” she asked, gesturing to the sleek sport bike parked there. It was a striking departure from the cars she’d grown accustomed to seeing with him. “That’s not like you at all.”