Chapter 33 Chapter 33 Rebecca’s Partnered
Rebecca’s POV
A new gossip had surfaced on the internet, spreading quickly across a blog site and then picked up by others.
I was still awake, sitting on the couch with Natasha as we binge-watched a K-drama on Netflix when my phone buzzed with a notification.
“Gabriel Moretti now a laughingstock?” the headline read. Instantly, I was curious.
I showed my phone to Natasha, and she immediately got the same notification on her own device.
Both of us were intrigued, so we clicked the link and opened the article.
“Gabriel Moretti, one of Madena's millionaires, humiliated himself at St. Luis Café earlier today. Sources say he was stumbling drunk after downing several bottles of beer alone. Could this be a sign of depression, or is he just a reckless man who no longer cares about his reputation? Let’s dive into the details.”
Under the post, there was a division line, and another post began.
“Recently, we saw the fashion store, The Authentic Authentics, next to Moretti Shoes, reopening with a surprisingly large stock. Could this be the reason Gabriel Moretti is losing control—drinking away his sorrow because of a rival business that’s making a comeback?”
I smirked. “So Gabriel isn’t a bit of a tough guy?” I said, glancing at Natasha.
“We can't be certain yet, Rebecca,” Natasha replied, her tone thoughtful. Natasha as a hacker and a data analyst—she believed in facts, not rumours.
“Let’s check it out,” she added, and with that, we both got up and headed to the power room.
Once inside, Natasha’s fingers flew over the keyboard like a skilled pianist, the rapid tapping creating a rhythm in the otherwise quiet room.
“Are you seeing this?” Natasha exclaimed, her eyes wide in disbelief. “Look at this!”
I quickly leaned over her shoulder, staring at the screen, my mouth dropping open in shock.
“His wife is cheating on him?” I whispered, my voice thick with surprise. The video showed Emmanuella, his wife, clearly in the act with another man in their living room.
For a moment, I almost felt something resembling sympathy for Gabriel. Maybe I should just let go of my plan for revenge and move on with my life, pretending I never met him.
But then Natasha snapped my attention back to the screen.
“Look at this,” she urged, pointing to a new set of documents on the screen.
“If Emmanuella frames her affair as a reaction to your actions, the court could side with her. She could take your assets, win the case, and, worse, bring up your past to push for jail time.”
We could hear Gabriel's lawyer speaking, the words clear and damning.
That changed everything for me. Gabriel had already committed a crime, and now, it seemed, he was digging himself into a deeper hole. A man with integrity would know when to walk away, but he hadn’t. He should be turning himself in, facing the consequences of his actions.
“I’m never stopping my vengeance,” I muttered to myself, my mind set on my next move.
“Let’s add more fuel to the fire,” I said to Natasha, a dark smile spreading across my face. Natasha’s eyes gleamed in agreement. We were like two witches planning to ruin someone’s life.
We waited until morning. Then, I made a call to Diana at The Authentic Authentics and followed up with my vice president, Mrs. Elena Brooks, at the Valentines Conglomerate.
“Facilitate a partnership with The Authentic Authentics and make sure it’s covered by the press,” I instructed my vice president.
“To Diana, I said, ‘Valentines Conglomerate is coming to facilitate a partnership with you today. Be prepared and make sure you’re on your best behaviour.”
With those calls made, Natasha and I grabbed a bucket of chicken and some juice, settling in to watch Gabriel sink deeper into his frustration and despair.
Less than an hour later, the news was already buzzing with the announcement.
There they were—Mrs. Elena Brooks and Diana—smiling like the sun itself. They shook hands, sealing the deal. In the background, the President of Madena appeared, snapping photos with Mrs. Brooks and Diana. Politics at its finest. The President wanted to stay on the good side of the public, especially with elections coming up. It was his way of staying in the spotlight. But for me, it added credibility to my company’s name.
Sitting back, I scoffed. It was all part of the game.
Natasha was already back at the keyboard, tapping away again. Now, we saw Gabriel in his living room, his eyes red and bleary, as if he’d been smoking the longest joint imaginable. His frustration was palpable. He had wanted a partnership with the Valentines Conglomerate for years, but first, it was Lorenzo, then Chris—and now, The Authentic Authentics, right next to his brand, had won the partnership.
I could almost feel the weight of his heartache. It was like watching someone slowly dying from the inside, and it gave me such satisfaction. He’d betrayed us all, and now he was reaping the consequences.
I smiled darkly. "This is just the beginning," I whispered to myself.