Abigail Bernstein was a quiet and obedient girl who seldom say NO to her father’s decisions. Even when it’s about her marriage.
To save their family’s company out of bankruptcy, her father arranged her to marry Diarmuid Althoff, the grandson of a billionaire. But on their wedding day, the groom did not appear. Abigail was disappointed but could do nothing about it.
Alone and boring on wedding night, Abigail accepted to replace her colleague’s shift. At her workplace, the hospital, she saved a wounded man being hunted down by gangsters, and made out with this stranger to blow off steam.
The stranger, however, turned out to be her husband that did not show up at the altar.
He could sit up now, so Abigail sat down on the couch and played with him, amusing him with a toy. Mrs. Watson suddenly said, “Mrs. Althoff, I must give it to you – you were staying at the mansion with us for so long, but I’ve never known that you were pregnant.” Mrs. Watson…
He was too old for that. “Nothing is going smoothly, huh?” Greg grumbled. Diarmuid had pretty much destroyed his son Ian, giving no chance of bailing Ian out as Ian appeared headed for prison. Moreover, Diarmuid’s current position in Sky Group seemed untouchable. Henry appeared somber, since Diarmuid’s influence was not to be underestimated. “What…
Abigail gestured for her to put the food aside, and pulled Sheryl outside without waking Ricky. “Samantha’s dead.” “What?!” Sheryl was bewildered. “Keep it down, Mom. You’d wake Ricky–he must be feeling miserable right now.” Still, Sheryl was confused. “Shouldn’t she be in prison? How did it happen?” The situation was not exactly clear, so…
With that, he hung up. Stan had already got her position. “Gather your men,” Diarmuid ordered. Stan promptly did so, and they all arrived half an hour later. Quincy seemed to be expecting their arrival, and didn’t appear at all surprised. “That was quicker than I thought,” she smiled. “I actually expected you to take…
Before this, he had always remembered —even obsessed over–the girl who saved him from that pond, but here she was, standing right there…and he felt nothing. “It only happened because of Quincy. Don’t you want revenge?” Diarmuid asked. Kathy finally came to her senses then, but stayed quiet. Revenge? She was working with Quincy! The…
Diarmuid was in the photo, along with Kathy! They were standing outside a hospital ward, with Kathy holding the hem of Diarmuid’s jacket–he had turned around, so his expression could not be seen. Abigail did not flip out when she saw the photo, since the fact that she was sent it made one thing clear:…
Abigail was caught off guard–she never expected that. From Diarmuid’s perspective, however, he had to get involved with Kathy today because of Quincy. He was less than reluctant to mention the degeneracy of what happened. In fact, he would’ve chased Kathy away if he did not want to exploit her. He was certainly cold enough…
She only emerged over an hour later, and Diarmuid sat up as she approached their bed. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her to him. She struggled, but that only made Diarmuid tighten his hold on her. His warm, dank breath tickled her ears as he asked, you having problems? Do you need…
“No, I’m leaving him with Mrs. Watson,” he insisted with a serious look. “We need to talk.” Abigail released Tommy, quietly approving Diarmuid’s gesture. She stood by the door as Diarmuid left Tommy to Mrs. Watson’s care. Diarmuid soon returned to Abigail. “What are we going to talk about?” she asked. Diarmuid did not answer,…
So that was why Diarmuid brought her here. To clear the air? Oh, to think that the big man had to do this like a mere mortal… Stan wanted to laugh, but Diarmuid shot him a cold glare. Cowing immediately, Stan excused himself by saying, “I still have work to do, so…” “Wait,” Diarmuid stopped…