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.
Ever since the death of his parents, Diarmuid had always kept to himsell, and was reluctant to return to Althoff Manor more often than not. Not keen on pushing him too far either, Henry waved him off feebly. “It’s late now. Go get some rest.” Diarmuid rose to his feet, and Moneypenny just happened to…
A child as carefree as any other, she ran off for a stroll in the vast back garden. She was climbing a boulder when she saw a woman throwing a boy into the pond. The boy looked like he was barely ten years old, and it was the first time she had seen the wickedness…
After she signed the paper, Henry picked up the phone, saying, “I‘ll contact the hospital right now, and tell them to perform the transplant for your mother soon.” Abigail stood there, at once expectant and nervous. After Henry finished his call, she asked, “May I go to the hospital too, sir?” It was a daughter’s…
“Well, how did you manage to offend him? Was it Whitney Cox?” Zachary asked, since he could not think of any other reason. He, like others, was unaware of Abigail and Diarmuid‘s marriage. They never held a wedding, and since there was no publicity and Diarmuid did not acknowledge it anyway, only a select few…
She felt cold despite the warm climate, because she knew that there were certain things she had to face inevitably, including Diarmuid. There was no hiding anyway, she whipped out her phone to contact him. Be it disembowelment or hanging … It was time to face the music. And yet, she suddenly realized that she…
“Thank you, Mrs. Watson,” Abigail said raspily. “You‘re welcome.” Mrs. Watson smiled, and turned off the lights save for two night lights. After Abigail slowly closed her eyes, she slept soundly and did not wake even when it was past eleven. Mrs. Watson had gone to bed as well, so Diarmuid had to head downstairs…
Diarmuid did not sleep in the room she was sleeping in everything was neat and tidy, with nothing touched at all. Abigail entered, took a shower, and put on fresh clothes before leaving. When she reached the hospital, however, she realized that Dr. King had swapped her out for someone else at her post. There was no…
However, Diarmuid was seeing red, and he naturally could not stand Abigail. Unable to calm down, he paced around even as his molars gnashed audibly. His eyes were gleaming with irrepressible rage, and he knew very well that he was upset because he had seen the unsavory side of the woman he wanted! It shattered all…
Soon, Stan arrived at the CEO‘s office with Whitney Cox. Diarmuid was standing beside his desk, having taken off his jacket and carelessly thrown it over his chair, and he slowly turned toward her. Whitney appeared prim and proper as ever, and asked mildly, “Sorry for the sudden visit. Am I imposing?” Diarmuid did not catch her…
She was too afraid of Diarmuid to return to the mansion, but she had nowhere to go. Without money and anyone to depend on, her survival now hinged on money. Rising to her feet then, she decided to go home to Bernstein Villa – it seemed that she must get some money from Lionel. Having made up…