Reborn Heiress Is Remarrying
Chapter 63: Into Gabriel’s Trap

Chapter 63: Into Gabriel’s Trap

Into Gabriel’s Trap

Rachel draped herself across the expensive silk sheets, her fingers lazily traced patterns over Martin’s chest.

His breath was still uneven, his body tense despite their supposed moment of relaxation.

She could feel it—the hesitation, the regret.

Perfect.

She pressed closer, letting her lips graze his ear.

"You’re thinking too much," she whispered, her voice was so soft, soothing. "It ruins the moment."

Martin exhaled, running a hand through his dark hair. "Rachel... this is dangerous."

Rachel pulled back slightly, letting her fingers dance over his shoulder.

"Dangerous?" She let out a breathy laugh. "Martin, darling, don’t pretend like you care about that. If you did, you wouldn’t have let me in your bed."

Martin frowned, looking away. "Leon isn’t someone to mess with. And Gabriel—"

Rachel tensed slightly at the mention of Gabriel Frost.

The man was unpredictable, dangerous in ways she couldn’t control.

But she was running out of options.

She sat up, pulling the sheets around herself as she looked at Martin with fake vulnerability.

"They’ve taken everything from me," she murmured, letting her voice crack just enough.

"My home, my son. I have nothing, Martin. Nothing."

Martin’s jaw clenched, guilt traveled through his eyes.

Good.

She reached out, cupping his face. "I just need a little help. Just enough to stand on my own again."

Martin sighed, rubbing his temple. "How much?"

Rachel bit back a victorious smirk.

Hook. Line. Sinker.

>__<

Adrian pulled up to the private clinic, shifting the car into park.

He glanced at Richard slumped in the passenger seat, his once-powerful father reduced to nothing but a broken, blind man.

"You really let yourself go," Adrian muttered, opening the door.

Richard flinched as the cool night air hit him. "Just get me inside."

Adrian rolled his eyes but stepped out, making his way around to help Richard out of the car.

The clinic was small but modern, its glass doors sliding open silently as they entered. The receptionist barely looked up as Adrian approached.

"I’ve got a patient," Adrian said casually, nodding toward Richard. "He needs treatment. Private."

The receptionist, a young woman with dark eyes, glanced at Richard’s ruined face, then at Adrian.

"Fill this out," she said, sliding a clipboard toward him.

Adrian grabbed a pen and scribbled down the necessary information.

His signature was barely dry when two men in white coats appeared.

One of them, an older man with thin-rimmed glasses, smiled politely. "We’ll take care of him from here."

Adrian exhaled, shoving the clipboard back toward the receptionist. "Good. He’s your problem now."

As he turned to leave, the older doctor spoke again.

"Mr. Hoffman," he said smoothly, making Adrian pause.

Adrian turned back. "Yeah?"

The doctor’s smile didn’t fade. "Be sure to check in on him."

Something about the way he said it made Adrian pause, unease spiked up his spine.

But he shrugged it off.

"Yeah, sure. Have fun, old man."

And with that, Adrian walked out, unaware that he had just delivered his father straight into the hands of Gabriel Frost.

Back in the clinic, the doctor removed his glasses, exchanging a glance with the receptionist.

"Call Dr. Frost," he instructed, his voice calm, measured.

The receptionist nodded, dialing a familiar number.

A few rings later, a smooth, collected voice answered.

"Yes?"

The receptionist smirked. "It’s done. We have him."

Silence. Then—

"Good."

The line went dead.

And somewhere, miles away, Gabriel Frost smiled.

The city stretched before him, glittering and restless, much like the thoughts burning in his mind.

The call had been brief—efficient, just as he liked things.

Richard Ravenhood was finally within his grasp.

A piece in the puzzle, a toy that had once looked like a king.

Now, all Gabriel had to do was move the next pieces into place.

But then, he noticed her.

Diane.

She was near the window, her slender fingers rested against the glass.

She wasn’t looking at the city.

She was looking through it, as if she were seeing something beyond the skyline, beyond the lights.

Gabriel took a slow sip of whiskey before setting the glass down.

"Something interesting out there?"

Diane turned her head a little, meeting his eyes.

A small smile ghosted her lips, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Just looking through."

Gabriel arched an eyebrow, stepping closer. "Through?"

She tilted her head, considering. "Mm. Through the glass. Through the city. Through everything."

Gabriel smirked. "That’s a dangerous habit."

Diane let out a quiet laugh, but there was something knowing in it.

"Says the man who built his entire empire on seeing through people."

He stopped beside her, the distance between them nothing more than a breath.

She smelled like vanilla and something faintly floral, something rosey—yet there was nothing delicate about Diane when it mattered.

Gabriel leaned in just slightly, voice low. "And what do you think I see when I look at you?"

Diane turned fully now, locking her eyes onto his.

She didn’t flinch. Didn’t move.

If anything, she seemed to enjoy the proximity, this weird energy between them.

"I think," she murmured, "you’re still trying to figure that out."

Gabriel’s smirk widened even more.

That was the problem with Diane.

She was sharp.

Unpredictable.

Unlike the others who bent or broke under his gaze, she stood confidently, effortlessly slipping through the cracks in his carefully constructed walls.

His fingers ghosted over the edge of her sleeve, a fleeting touch, barely there.

"I don’t like unfinished puzzles, Diane."

She smiled again, slow and knowing. "Then you’re going to hate me, Gabriel."

Then, just as smoothly as she always did, Diane stepped back.

"Goodnight, Gabriel."

She turned and walked away, her silhouette disappeared down the hall.

Gabriel watched her go, his jaw tightened.

Yes.

Diane was like a puzzle.

And he wasn’t going to stop until he figured her out.

-beep- -beep-

The vibration rang annoyingly.

-Doctor Frost, everything is ready for operation.-

Gabriel’s smile was as wide as the devil’s.

Allowing that scum back home to send his son a message, and then make him come back to Gabriel’s little empire was easier than he thought.

"My darling wife, I’m going to show him what perfect looks like."