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.
There was no way anyone could track her down–they would not even know where to start! Be that as it may, Diarmuid checked through all security footage at the mall, though he did not find any trace of her. Both his secretary and chauffeur kept their heads down, afraid to speak at all while his…
Still, Abigail knows what she was getting at. “It’s all in the past, Mom.” Sheryl had actually been pregnant with a boy and a girl–fraternal twins. Abigail was born first, but her twin had died while still inside Sheryl. – The failed labor permanently scarred Sheryl’s body, and she could not get pregnant ever since.…
After that, it would be her death by a thousand cuts! To him, leaving him with nothing but a divorce agreement and running away was a betrayal! Even if there was no sentiment involved, they were still married! How could she run away without a word? Furious was far from enough to describe his emotion…
Abigail looked up then. The voice was a little familiar… When she saw who it was, she felt three times more fear than she would have if she saw Diarmuid, and she stammered from sheer terror, “You… How could it be you?!” Harvey Gooding chuckled coolly. “Why can‘t it be me?” Leaning to whisper into…
Abigail sneered. “Are you saying you‘re being nice? Then why are you keeping me captive here?” Harvey had no retort for that–she was right. However, even if he could not have her, he would not allow Diarmuid to have her either. “I was out clearing any traces of your presence today, in case Diarmuid comes…
“Don’t be in such a hurry to say no,” Harvey said, cutting her short. “We’ve been here for months, and I’ve shown that I can be nice, right? Aren’t we friends, at least? There’s no way you can stay here for the rest of your life, and if you don’t want Diarmuid to keep haunting…
There were not many jokes one could make about Diarmuid, let alone humiliate him. Naturally, Harvey felt cathartic whenever he mentioned something that humiliated the man so thoroughly. Bzzt… Harvey’s phone was suddenly vibrating in his pocket, and he whipped it out to see who the caller was. He glanced at Abigail for a moment…
You were following me?” Nonetheless, Diarmuid completely ignored him and led him upstairs. Knowing that there was no escape, Abigail tried regardless. She tied her bed sheels into a rope to escape, but the door was kicked open just as she reached for the window. Diarmuid glared at her murderously from the doorway. “Going to…
Diarmuid had every reason to be angry. The months when Abigail was missing was an opportunity for Whitney Cox. Even if Diarmuid was still ignoring her, she still came every day with her homemade food in an attempt to win his favor again–to fulfill her dreams to enter that mansion as the lady of the…
He closed his eyes, having never felt such turmoil before. “Mr. Althoff,” Stan greeted him as he rushed to the scene. “I‘ve locked up Whitney Cox. How is Ms. Bernstein?” Thanks to Mrs. Watson, Stan had a general idea of what had happened. Issac took a few seconds to calm himself. “You really are getting…