The Tycoon's Secret Wife's Escape novel Chapter 109

Chapter 109

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A few days later, Gabriel fired Leo as his assistant. But his persistent former aide refused to stay away. He still showed up at Gabriel’s hospital room, only to be blocked by the nurse Isabella had assigned to watch over him. Undeterred, Leo managed to slip past security.

“Why are you here? I made my wishes perfectly clear.” Gabriel snapped.

“Gabriel, why are you shutting me out too?” Leo demanded. “Everything that happened was Sabrina’s doing, not mine. We’ve shared years of friendship and trust; how can you throw that away?

Gabriel’s expression darkened. “Do you take me for a fool? I know you deliberately pushed me toward Sabrina so Isabella would walk away from my life. The photographs you sent to Isabella weren’t just coincidental documentation, were they?”

Leo’s eyes widened in shock. “You don’t understand! It was Isabella who asked me to do it. She wanted evidence of your infidelity. I was just following her orders. You have to believe me!”

Gabriel scoffed. “Believe you? Then where’s your proof, Leo? Because all the evidence I have says otherwise. It shows you were feeding Isabella those pictures, making sure she saw me in the worst possible light.”

“You’re the one who betrayed Isabella,” Leo shot back defensively. “How can you shift the blame to me?”

Gabriel didn’t flinch. He would never deny his mistake.

“I take full responsibility for that. But that’s not why I’m firing you. You manipulated me, Leo. You knew about Sabrina’s pregnancy–because she’s your cousin, right? While I was still with Isabella, you made sure her calls never got through to me. After all these years, the truth is clear—you manipulated both my personal life and my career. I’ve even discovered your secret deals, collecting money from my endorsements and extorting my fans.”

Leo was stunned into silence.

“I considered you family, Leo,” Gabriel continued, his voice heavy with betrayal. “That’s the only reason I’m not pressing charges. But from this moment forward, we’re strangers. If we meet again, we won’t acknowledge each other. I’m done with you and Sabrina’s manipulations.”

But Sabrina refused to let go so quickly. She spun her own story, claiming she had only told the world that Mr. Lawson was her child’s father because of the humiliation she suffered at the hands of Mrs. Lawson in the shop.

Gabriel didn’t buy a word of it.

Instead, he sued her…

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Isabella

The news of Sabrina’s downfall reached me shortly after I returned to the villa. I absorbed this information while resting on the bedroom couch, my body still recovering from giving birth the previous week. My newborn daughter, Cassie, slept peacefully on the king–size bed, unaware of the turmoil surrounding the adults in her world.

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“She believed Mr. Lawson would protect her because of the child she carried,” Grayson said, handing me an iPad dilaying a gossip blog. “When he ceased contact, and Mrs. Lawson reclaimed everything he’d given her, Sabrina panicked. to use Gabriel as a safety net again, never imagining he would respond with legal action.”

I felt no sympathy for Sabrina, even knowing she had been pregnant and close to giving birth. She had wronged me too many times. So, when I shared information with Mrs. Lawson, I didn’t feel a shred of guilt.

“For years, I saw through her,” I said quietly. “She clung to Mr. Lawson, convinced he held the power in his marriage. She must have fantasized about becoming his wife–young, beautiful, and ready to take his wife’s place.”

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That same allure had once drawn Gabriel to her,

When Gabriel’s long email arrived, I only skimmed through it. I only could tell he was apologizing.

“Anyway,” Grayson continued, his tone shifting, “there’s something else you need to know.”

I opened my eyes, sensing the weight in his voice. When Grayson spoke, it was always something important.

“Your father passed away this morning,” he said. “Mrs. Prescott informed me. She chose not to hold a wake because of the recent scandals surrounding the Prescott family, especially Charlotte’s actions. She worries that a public gathering would only lead to more gossip and judgment. Instead, she decided on a private burial, hoping for peace in its simplicity.”

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A sadness settled over me as I processed the news of my father’s passing. The chance to truly bond with him was lost forever. Perhaps my mother understood this complicated grief, which explained why she had chosen to relay the information through Grayson rather than tell me directly,

“I asked my assistant in the north to help your mother,” Grayson said, settling beside me. “Handling these things can be overwhelming.”

I leaned against him, drawing comfort from his presence.

“Thank you…”

He pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead.

A week passed before my mother appeared at our villa. I welcomed her, though I couldn’t shake the feeling that she had another reason for coming. Perhaps she wanted to see Cassie for the first time.

She looked frail. I noticed how much weight she had lost, the dark circles under her eyes–clear signs of sleepless nights and burdens carried alone.

When I introduced Cassie, my mother’s face softened with genuine warmth.

“She has Mr. Blake’s gray eyes,” she observed, cradling my daughter with unexpected tenderness.

After several moments of quiet admiration, she shifted to reveal the true purpose of her visit, presenting me with a stack of documents.

“I sold Prescott Company while your father was still hospitalized,” she explained. “This represents seventy percent of the proceeds.”

The revelation stunned me. “You sold it before he passed?”