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.
Diarmuid, however, did not take the sonogram. He simply glanced at it, and while he saw that the date was a match, he was not about to believe Whitney so easily! “I know you won’t believe me,” Whitney said then, and took out the cell samples she had extracted from the amniocentesis, which she had…
Abigail shook her head. “Actually, no-I just happened to have some party drugs in my bag. If we’re doing it anyway, why don’t we make things more exciting?” Harvey actually paused this time. It would make sense if Abigail kept resisting, although the fact that she was playing along and trying to make things more exciting…
Exhausted, she closed her eyes to rest, and dozed off without knowing. When she woke up, she was already on her own bed. Pushing herself up, she found no one else in the room. Rubbing her temples, she remembered that she was in Diarmuid’s car last night… How did she end up here? “Mrs. Althoff?”…
Those words left Whitney’s smile stiffening. “What? Why?” “It’s a simple issue. I just want the child,” Diarmuid said flatly with the last ounce of his patience. Whitney started to lose her composure right then. “Well, where are you taking me?” “To the hospital,” Stan answered from the driver’s seat, and turned to glance at her…
After all, Sheryl needed a place to live after she was discharged. After Sheryl nodded in agreement, Abigail hesitated for a moment before asking her opinion, “Mom, do you want to divorce Lionel?” “I will,” Sheryl replied. Abigail pursed her lips. She had wanted her mother to divorce Lionel for years, but it never happened. Moreover, Sheryl…
“Mom, Dad, you have to help me, or I’ll definitely end up in prison!” Ricky Bernstein was crying out even as he tugged on Samantha’s hand. Lionel glared at his incorrigible son. “What have you done this time?” he growled – it was certainly not Ricky’s first offense. “I-I was just trying to practice my…
Abigail did not even have the strength to turn to her. She did not want her mother to worry after she had recently recovered, and asked feebly,”I’m fine, don’t worry… You’re discharged already?” Sheryl nodded. “You should find a hotel to stay in, Mom-I’ll transfer some money to you, so rest for now. Zachary here…
“Abigail Bernstein!” Diarmuid bellowed, breathing each syllable louder than the next as his cheeks flushed crimson and turned dark, the veins in his neck bulging as if something could pop just then. Seizing her neck, he snarled, “I’ll strangle you to death right now!” “I know you will,” Abigail replied with equal resolve and determination.…
Nonetheless, Diarmuid had calmned down considerably, and was a lot less furious than when he found out that Abigail was pregnant. Even his tone sounded even now. “She looks a little serious. How soon can she recover?” “It would take at least half a month, if not the entire month,” Zachary replied. In truth, he…
Diarmuid scanned through it with an impassive expression and flung the records at Whitney’s face when he was done. “You never know when to give up, do you?” he growled, and turned toward his secretary. “Take her away and get her checked.” “No, I won’t go!” Whitney cried as she wrapped herself around Diarmuid’s foot.…