Chapter 50 

Gabriel 

“So with that in mind, I’ll bring it up now for you to see.” I talk on speaker as I screen share my computer. I drag up another spreadsheet and my mobile phone rings on my desk, I 

glance at the screen and see the name Elias. 

I frown, Elias is the guard I left in Greenville with Violet. 

I have to take this call; I’ll place you on hold for a minute.” I hold the call and answer my mobile. “Hi, what’s wrong?” 

“Well…” He pauses. “I wouldn’t say anything is wrong as such, more so peculiar. I’m just calling to check as to why you wouldn’t tell me about the visit.” 

“What are you talking about?” 

Your mother is here.” 

I frown. “What do you mean, here?” 

“Your mother is in Greenville.” 

“What?” My eyes bulge from their sockets. “What do you fucking mean?” I stand from my chair. “Do not let her near Violet, do you hear me?” 

“Too late, she’s already in her office.” 

“What?” I scream. I hang up and immediately dial my mother’s number. 

No answer. 

Fuck 

all Violet’s number as I begin to pace… Ring ring… ring ring… Pick up. 

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he phone number you have called is not available right now 

I dial my mother’s number and she declines the call… “Don’t you fucking dare,” I explode, 

rage fills me and I could crumble the phone with my bare hand, I call Elias. 

““Hey.” 

“Where are they?” 

In Violet’s office.” 

Put my mother on the phone,” I growl. 

What 

Right. Fucking. Now,” I yell. 

I hear him knock on the door. Knock, knock, knock. Knock, knock, knock. I can feel his panic through the phone. 

“Forgive me for intruding, Mrs. Ferrara. Gabriel wants to speak to you as a matter of urgency,” he says. 

The phone goes dead as she hangs up on me. 

“Don’t you fucking dare!” I explode. 

I frantically scroll through my phone until I get to Frank, my mother’s driver, and I dial his number. “Hell…. 

“Where the fuck are you?” I scream. 

“Ah…” 

“Why the hell would you allow my mother to go to Maine?” 

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She said you knew.” 

I did not know. Go into that office and remove her immediately. She’s not allowed near Violet Coleman under any circumstance, do you understand me?” 

“How do I remove her from the office?” 

“Drag her out by the fucking hair if you have to,” I scream. 

“Hang on, they’re coming out now.” 

Llisten. 

“Oh no,” he mutters. 

“What?” 

“The security guards are escorting your mother out onto the street.‘ 

My eyes widen, Violet has had her kicked out. That means they’ve had a fight. 

“Why would she go there!” I yell, I’ve never been so angry. “You get her the fuck back to 

New York right now.” I hang up and call Mark. 

“Hi.” 

“Organize the jet to go to Greenville.” 

“When for?” 

“As soon as possible. My mother has just been escorted out of Violet’s office by security.” 

“Oh fuck…” he murmurs. “That’s not good.” 

“You think!” I growl. “We need to get there as soon as possible.” 

“Okay, on it.” He hangs up and I pace back and forth as I try to calm myself down. I try to call Violet again and it goes straight to voice mail, her phone is switched off. 

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you’ve fucked this up for me, Mom… I swear to god. 

Try to call my mother, again her phone is also switched off. 

I’m about to explode. 

My phone rings, it’s Mark. 

“Bad news,” he answers. 

“What now?” 

“We can’t get clearance to leave the airport until seven tonight.” 

“Why not?” 

“The airspace is full, that’s the earliest we can leave.” 

“This is the day from hell.” I drag my hands through my hair. “Fine, that will have to do.” I 

hang up in a rush and my intercom buzzes. “What?” I scream as I lose the last of my patience. 

“Mr. Ferrara, are you continuing your meeting, the attendees are all waiting online, sir.” 

Fuck…the meeting, I forgot all about it. 

Umm…I try to refocus. 

“Get them to break for lunch, restart the meeting in half an hour.” I hang up and call my mother again. 

The phone number you have called is not available right now 

My blood boils as the sky turns red. 

I’m going to kill her with my bare hands. 

Violet 

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sit in the darkness and stare out over the lake from my back porch. It’s 9 p.m. The children are tucked tightly in bed and yet I still can’t calm down. I’m livid, furious beyond belief. 

Deb has been over here trying to damage control my heart, but it’s impossible. 

Mrs. Ferrara’s hurtful words keep coming back to me, over and over again like a megaphone on repeat. 

If you think you can hold my son ransom with your bastard illegitimate children, think 

again. 

I hate that I let her get to me. 

Let me guess… You seduced him on his desk one night after work? I’m assuming you were wearing something sexy, maybe a suspender belt that you purposely let him see? And the 

earth moved for you…but he wanted nothing to do with you after? I’ll let you in on a little secret, Violet Coleman. Gabriel has had sex with most of his PAS. You are nothing special…I 

mean, look at you. 

You know what, she hit the nail on the head…that’s exactly how it happened. I went to his office late at night and…oh, my heart constricts with shame. 

I wipe a lone tear that escapes from my eye. 

His family are nothing to us, why should I care what they think of me? 

My history with Gabriel Ferrara seems to be repeating itself; he’s been back for not even two weeks and already I feel like a worthless piece of crap. 

Him being around is just not good for me, everything about him reminds me of a time when I felt weak and vulnerable. 

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of course, 

Deb thinks I should have taken the twenty million, the Ferrara family would still hate me, 

but no more than they already do, and at least then I wouldn’t have to worry about money. Even if I just put ten million in a trust fund for each child until they reached the age of twenty–one, it would still be beneficial. 

I wouldn’t have to deal with any of them…but then the downside is that 

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the kids would never know their father…and how can you put a price on that? And 

realistically, if he is in their lives, they would get a lot more than ten million each in his will 

re’s worth billions. 

I 

I blow out a defeated breath and stare into space, he already said goodbye last weekend, don’t understand why his mother has come all the way here when he already wiped his hands of them. Deb thinks he was the one who broke up with his fiancée and the old bat is 

furious about it and blaming me. 

Is it my fault? 

How could something be my fault when I don’t even know what’s going on? I turn my phone on and wait for it to light up. 

16 missed calls – Gabriel 

Ugh… 

I turn it back off. 

Stay the fuck away from me, asshole, I want nothing to do with you and your toxic family. 

I refill my wineglass. 

“Got an extra glass for me?” A deep voice startles me, and I glance up to see Gabriel standing in the darkness of the backyard, looking up at me. 

“What are you doing here?” I snap. 

“I came to see if you’re alright.” He slowly walks up the steps and takes a seat in the chair beside me. 

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