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.
Mrs. Watson had always treated her well, and was Abigail‘s only source of warmth in the mansion–she did not want to worry her. “You‘re on leave? That‘s good – just look at how skinny you are. You really should take your time to rest.” Mrs. Watson grinned. Abigail nodded, hiding her dismay. “I‘m going upstairs for…
Even he had no idea why he was fuming just because she had almost been raped! “It‘s the man from last time…” Diarmuid knew who it was even before Abigail finished. After all, he did run into Harvey when he left Blue Bridge, so he instantly understood what had happened! There was a terrible storm brewing on…
After undressing and getting her hair wet, she suddenly remembered that she did not bring her pajamas into the washroom. Still, she did not have to worry since Diarmuid never came into her room, so she focused on showering, and stepped out only in a towel. Drying her hair, she walked up to the mirror… and…
She and Diarmuid were married only in name, so she did not actually have a boyfriend. Ms. Lang beamed just then, and linked arms with Abigail intimately. “So, I have a favor to ask.” Over the last few days Abigail worked at the dance school, Ms. Lang had taken good care of her, but her sudden gesture of…
Diarmuid was surprised. Was Abigail not a doctor? How did she suddenly become a dance instructor? “Yes. Would you like to see her dance?” Mark smiled. Diarmuid wiped his fingers with a napkin then. His hands were not dirty, but he was simply uncomfortable. Then, he rose to his feet and said, “I would prefer a personal performance.”…
To no one’s surprise, Diarmuid reverted to his usual ruthlessness in the next instant. “Get out!” Abigail promptly alighted, thinking to herself that she did not want to be in his car anyway! However, her sprained foot hurt more than she expected and she lost her balance, once against falling into Diarmuid’s arms. He clearly felt the…
Abigail took a step back in alarm as Harvey studied her from head to toe. . She appeared a little disheveled, but it did not dull her beauty-her red gown only accentuated her womanly wiles further. His expression darkened, and the thought of her repeatedly hurting him field his impulse to seize her and give her…
That was when her phone rang in her pocket–it was a call from Whitney, and she hesitated for a while before answering. “Abigail? I’m sorry about last night. My temper got the better of me last night, so please don’t hold it against me. Also, I asked for a favor from Diarmuid, so you can…
At the same time, Zachary saw Diarmuid’s murderous gaze. He gestured for Abigail to get off as he quickly explained, “I saw nothing.” Once that was done, he quickly drove off, fearful that Diarmuid’s wrath would catch him. Be that as it may, Abigail pursed her lips and glared at Diarmuid hostilely! It left Diarmuid frowning. He had yet…
“Whitney is right there,” Diarmuid prompted Abigail then. “Don’t you want to make her jealous?” Abigail pursed her lips, but steeled herself and reached out to wrap her hands around his neck and put her lips on his. The instant she kissed him, however, Diarmuid felt a jolting sense of deja vu. The woman that night held him in…