Chapter 111 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Even if she had been forced, the thought that Diarmuid was already hooking up with Kathy left her repulsed.

If he was allowed to have another woman, she could marry another man!

Even if she was trying to get even, she was hardly impulsive–she could not stand Diarmuid and Kathy.

“You will regret this, Diarmuid Althoff,” Abigail said as she nonchalantly straightened her gown which was not actually messed up.

Diarmuid’s ego was gnawing, but he refused to yield. “I will regret?”

“Yes,” Abigail replied curtly.

“Dream on, Abigail Bernstein. Plenty of fish in the sea.”

With those words, he strode off, but anyone looking closely would see a vein throbbing over his temples–he was not as calm as he looked.

Abigail remained impassive, not particularly pleased after he left.

Harvey, on the other hand, was thrilled.

“I guess you really are splitting up with him.”

Abigail gave him a look. “Does it please you?”

“Anything that upsets him pleases me,” Harvey admitted.

Abigail snorted. “Does he look upset to you? He already has a new woman and is beside himself with joy, unlike you…”

“Unlike me? How?” Harvey asked.

Raising a brow, she said, “I’m his ex–wife, but you somehow act as if you’ve won, picking up his rejects.”

“What are you talking about?” Harvey frowned. “You’re being mean to yourself too.”

Abigail did not care, however–right now, she did not care what happened to her, as long as what she cared about was safe.

“I know you did all this to annoy Diarmuid Althoff, so could we hurry along your so–called wedding since you got what you want? I’ve promised to marry you, but if you want me to go through all the motions of a real wedding, I refuse.”

“But we’re having a real wedding here. What’s fake about it? We’ll get our marriage certificate after as well.”

Harvey had never considered that any of this fake–he wanted Abigail, and upsetting Diarmuid was just a bonus.

Still, he would not push Abigail too far. “It’s a simple wedding anyway, and would be over before you know it. I don’t mind going along with any requests either…”

Abigail gave him a look but said nothing.

“We’re late. Shall we?” Harvey asked.

“Okay,” Abigail said simply.

The wedding was neither lively nor joyous—only Harvey himself was pleased about it.

There was nothing to dilly–dally about at this stage. Still, she could see her child soon when the wedding was over.

As she stepped out of the door, Sheryl Harris came downstairs.

She did not want to see her own daughter marry someone she did not love, but could not help coming downstairs when she saw her leaving in a wedding dress.

“Abigail….”

Abigail turned and smiled at her. “I’m getting married, Mom. Please be happy for me.”

There was no way Sheryl would be—it was a miracle that she was not crying.

Harvey put a hand around Abigail’s shoulder. “I’ll be nice to her, ma’am.”

Sheryl was not about to believe him–he had kidnapped an infant and forced this wedding in the first place!

Was his definition of nice forcing Abigail to marry him when there was no love there? How was that nice?

Also, this was basically his second time holding Abigail against her will. There was no way Sheryl would believe anything he said.

Abigail forced a smile so that Sheryl did not have to worry, “Just watch the house for me, okay?”

With that, she turned toward Harvey. “Let’s go.”

Harvey walked up to her and quietly said, “Just trust me this one time.”

Abigail pushed him away right then. “You don’t deserve my trust the instant you kidnapped Tommy.”

Even as Harvey stared gloomily from behind, she strode towards a Rolls–Royce Phantom, which was decorated elaborately with flowers and looked the part of a bridal carriage.

It looked like a wedding to Abigail too, but it just seemed to not be hers.

Getting into the car, Harvey asked her, “Are you upset?”

“No,” Abigail replied, but she clearly looked annoyed.

“It’s our wedding day, so look happy,” Harvey said as he sat beside her.

Abigail frowned. “I agreed to marry you, but don’t you dare think that there’s anything real between us.”

“Okay.” Harvey was unaffected, because he was convinced that feelings could grow.

And with them staying together, they would have all the chance to groom it.

He was certainly confident about that.

Nonetheless, as the Phantom drove on steadily along the highway, several armored Hummers suddenly came charging from the opposite end, clearly targeting the Phantom and crashing straight into it.

However, the Phantom was certainly worth the money–it was a violent crash that actually dented the hood, but everyone inside was safe.

But immediately after they stopped, several men got out of the Hummers and barged into the car, and started to make a grab for Abigail.

“Who are you people?!” Harvey promptly moved in front of her!

Although Harvey looked masculine as he shielded Abigail, he had always led an easy life and had never been in a fight. The men from the Hummers, however, were all as burly as they were strong, easily dragging him out of their way!

While grabbing Abigail would have been an easy task after that, Abigail had grabbed on to the car door and refused to get out. “Who are you people?!”

“Don’t ask. Just come quietly, and we won’t hurt you–resist, and we will have to resort to violence.” The men’s faces were stiff and impassive.

Naturally, Abigail refused to let go since she had no idea where they came from, or who she had offended enough to send them!

“What do you think you are doing?!” Harvey was losing his temper–one of the men had restrained him, but none of the others were being violent, and it was clear that they were only after Abigail.

“Don’t bother,” the man restraining him then told his friends, “take him away and be quick. Don’t leave any traces either.”

With that, Abigail was dragged away from the Phantom and stuffed inside one of the Hummers.

Through it all, Harvey could only watch. He could not do a thing as his bride was stolen during his own wedding. Who could be behind this?!

The men moved as one, too–once they got Abigail, the man restraining Harvey released him and left with the others.

“After them!” Harvey quickly bellowed at his men, but he had no one but himself to vent.

Moreover, it was too late when his men came to their senses–the Hummer convoy had also clearly been prepared to intercept Harvey’s car in the first place, making any effort to pursue futile.

Naturally, his wedding had to be called off in the absence of a bride, and the guests were all wondering what had happened.

Even so, Harvey did not even care what they were saying, and left the mess to his assistant while he and his men tracked down Abigail.

However, the Hummers seemed to have left the city and there was no trace of them since, which meant it was a dud for Harvey.

He then headed to Bernstein Mansion and spoke to Ricky, asking if Abigail recently had a beef with anyone.

“No, but…” Ricky paused.

“But, what?” Harvey pressed urgently.

“If there is one person I had to name, wouldn’t that be you?”

Harvey was speechless for a moment, but quickly said, “Look, I may have demanded that she marry me, but I’ve never hurt her…”

Ricky cut him short. “Forcing her to marry you is hurting her.”

That left Harvey speechless again.

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