Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 18: Obey My Instructions Or Face The Consequences

Chapter 18: Obey My Instructions Or Face The Consequences

Gabriel’s POV

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The new week had barely begun, and I was already dealing with the fallout from the weekend. I had just gotten off the phone with my security team, who informed me that Marco had fled the city with his men. They hadn’t recovered any footage from the restroom, confirming my suspicion that Marco had paid off some hotel workers who likely helped him escape and covered his tracks. But that didn’t mean I was out of options when it came to making him pay. If I couldn’t get him through the law, I’d ruin him where it hurt most–his businesses.

I had tipped off Marco’s business partners about his shady dealings with their competitors and how he’d been embezzling company funds. It was information I’d been sitting on for a while, unsure if I’d ever need to use it. But now, after what he’d tried to do to Clairessa, I was more than willing to burn everything he’d built to the ground. The taste of revenge was sweet, and I planned to savor every moment of it.

Why had I ever considered working with a degenerate like Marco? Sure, he was powerful, but he didn’t come close to me. He and I had made major investments together in the past, and he’d practically begged to be included in my Next Generations project. That was the only reason I’d let him in. Now I was paying the price for letting my guard down. But I wasn’t going to stop until I’d seen this through to the end. I knew Marco would fight back, and I was more than ready for it.

I couldn’t get the image of Clairessa out of my head, no matter how hard I tried. She had told me that she decided to let go of what Marco did to her. For her to truly move on, she had to release herself from the pain of yesterday because there was so much to live for in the future, and she didn’t want to be chained to the past.

But I didn’t share the same thought process. I was going to make those who hurt me pay for their actions.

There was no forgiveness in my book, only vengeance–or better yet, justice served by my hands. I couldn’t let go, no matter how hard I tried, when the images of that night still haunted me.

Clairessa was truly one of a kind, stronger than the rest of us who held on to past trauma. Her heart was so pure. She was different from me, who found it difficult to let go of pain.

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about her constantly. It took all my willpower not to drive to her house and check on her, to stay away. I’d nearly kissed her in the car, and that was a dangerous slip. I had rules for a reason, and getting involved with her would break every single

week off, hoping she’d get the rest she needed, both physically and emotionally. But deep down, I knew it was also to create some distance between us. I needed to regain control of the situation, to remind myself why getting close to her was a

paged my PA. “Hi,

“Yes, Mr. Storm?”

better‘ note to Clairessa’s house.” I wanted her to

that she clocked in today.

clocked in?” I asked, surprised. I had explicitly told her to take the week off. Why would

orders?

sir. She clocked in at 8:30

After the weekend Clairessa had, she was supposed to be resting, not working. I wanted to focus on work, but I couldn’t help worrying about her. And why did I care so

convince myself of that, but deep down, I knew it wasn’t just guilt. There was something more, something I

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I wasn’t about to let that slide. The closer I got to

to see you,” she exclaimed, rising from her seat, shock visible on her face. My eyes quickly scanned her office. It was neat and organized, as I expected. But this wasn’t a courtesy visit, and I

here?” I asked, my voice cold as my eyes bore into

firm.

Storm, I’m sorry, but I couldn’t just sit at home doing nothing.

could have worked from home,” I pressed, stepping closer but she didn’t

wanted to be at the office,” she shot back, defiant. Her beauty, her fiery spirit–everything about her was intoxicating,