AbigailI cleared my throat and asked the question I’d intended to the moment I’d walked in. “Is Roxy around? Roxanna Davis?”A young man at the closest desk looked up from his monitor, blinking as if startled to be directly addressed. “She just stepped out,” he said quickly, voice pitching upward.I was just about to ask when she’d be back when the door behind me opened, and there she was, Roxy, wearing her usual bright smile and commanding presence. She swept into the room like she owned it, and suddenly, the tension in the air cracked.“There you are!” she said, sounding genuinely pleased. “I was just thinking of calling you.”I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. As Roxy walked up beside me, she turned to face the team and clapped her hands once.“Everyone, meet our newest hire, Abigail Remington. I’m sure most of you have heard the rumors, but now you can put a face to the name, and better yet, see that she’s very much here, with us.”There was a chorus of soft gree
AbigailThe sound of a car woke me up, and I realized I had fallen asleep amidst a pile of documents. Lately, I’ve been getting sleepier and sleepier, probably because of the chaos at home. I’ve been busy taking over the burdens Conrad, my husband, has been carrying, hoping he’ll stop looking so troubled all the time.Looking out the window, I saw Conrad's car pull up. After getting out from the driver’s seat, he bent down to open the door for the passenger side. A woman stepped out and walked into the house. I couldn’t see the woman’s face from the window as it was hidden by her hat. Filled with curiosity, I went downstairs to greet them.As I came down to the bottom and moved toward the foyer, I couldn’t see who it was at first, only Conrad by the doorway, his head bent as he spoke to the woman just beyond my view. I couldn’t make out her words, but the voice was familiar. He was smiling—a smile so wide and bright it made me pause. I took a step closer, and that’s when she came into
AbigailAs I sat there on the examination table, the sharp antiseptic scent in the hospital room pricked at my senses. The doctor asked me seriously, "Are you here alone?""Yes, my family, they’re all busy," I instinctively made an excuse for Conrad. Though the truth was, he and the family doctor were at home, tending to Susanna, who wasn’t even injured but wouldn’t stop crying. Their actions today hurt me more deeply than any shattered fragments. It made me feel that instead of staying there hoping for help, I might as well come to the hospital alone to take care of my wounds.The doctor glanced up, his brows knitting together as he took in my pale face and trembling hands. He’d been treating me in silence for a few minutes now, but I could sense his growing concern. He held my gaze with patience, waiting for me to take a breath and settle myself. “Are you all right?” His voice was soft as if he knew that just the act of being in the same room as this open wound was almost too much f
Abigail “What are you doing in here?” I asked sharply, my voice cutting through the quiet. Susanna held up one of my scarves against her arm, admiring it. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic,” she said, waving a hand. “I’m just getting settled. I’ll be staying in this room.” I blinked, the words taking a moment to sink in. “Excuse me?” Her grey eyes sparkled with amusement. “It makes sense, doesn’t it? You and Conrad need to be close if I need anything, and my room is so far down the hall. It’s just more convenient for everyone if I stay here.” My pulse quickened, anger rising swiftly. “This is our room. I and Conrad’s. You don’t just decide to move in without even asking.” Susanna smirked, unfazed by the heat in my voice. “I wasn’t asking. Conrad said I could stay here.” “Did he?” I said, my tone ice-cold. “I find that hard to believe.” Our voices rose, each word louder than the last, until the door creaked open behind us. Conrad entered the room, his expression wary as he took in the
AbigailMy stomach dropped. “What?” “Susanna fainted,” he said, his voice rising. “The doctors think it could be something she ate. She said it started after breakfast.” “You think I did something to her?” I snapped, my frustration boiling over. “I’m not accusing you,” he said, though his tone didn’t fully match his words. “I just need to know if there was anything unusual in the food. Susanna’s health—”“Was fine when I left the house,” I interrupted sharply. “I made her an omelette. Eggs, cheese, a pinch of salt. Nothing unusual. The same thing I’ve made a hundred times before.” He sighed on the other end of the line, and I could almost picture him pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m not accusing you of anything, Abigail. I just—” “Just what?” I interrupted. “I’m here at the hospital, dealing with my own recovery, and now I have to defend myself because Susanna fainted? You think I’d harm her?” There was a long pause, and for a moment, I thought he’d hung up. Finally, he sai
AbigailHis voice held a hint of tension, and I felt a rush of apprehension.“I—uh, I heard the phone ringing.” I said, my mind racing to think of how to play this off. I couldn’t let him know I’d seen my surprise. “It was so loud, and I thought the call might be important.” His eyes narrowed slightly, and I could see the tension in his posture. He stepped into the room, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. “You shouldn’t have come in here, Abigail. You know how I feel about people being in this room without my permission.” He replied, his tone sharper than I expected.“I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would be a problem,” I replied. “You weren’t around, and it sounded urgent. It was about Alexander. I took the call. They have some leads, and I gave my permission for them to proceed.”The tension between us was thick as I stood there, waiting for Conrad’s response. His brow furrowed as if trying to choose the right words. But when he finally spoke, I felt my frustration boil over a
AbigailA surge of doubt and fear almost made me faint. What if the person in this painting was Susanna? We do look quite alike, but I’m sure the person in the painting is me. It’s identical to the poster from my first role, the one my mother keeps, and I see it every time I go home. But if it’s my painting, why would it be given to Susanna?Susanna’s tears fell in perfect little drops, and her voice trembled with just enough emotion to be convincing.“Every year, Alexander would do something special for my birthday,” she sniffled, clutching the bouquet like a lifeline. “Thank you, Conrad. I never thought... I never thought anyone could make me feel like that again. This makes me feel like he’s still with me.”My husband placed the roses into Susanna’s hands with a smile so warm, it burned. “Happy birthday, Susanna. I hope this reminds you of Alexander—of how much you’re loved.”She burst into delicate sobs, burying her face into the roses as if overcome with emotion. It was a picture-
AbigailMaybe it was because I had just heard his reasonable explanation and trusted him, or maybe I had a feeling there would be more reasons waiting for me. Either way, for the sake of the baby, my sleep was more important than where Conrad went. So, I turned and went straight to bed, deciding to leave the problem for tomorrow.By the time I got up, Conrad was already getting ready to leave.“Good morning,” Conrad stood by the mirror, adjusting his tie with practiced ease. His dark suit was crisp and perfectly tailored, the kind of sharpness that made it immediately obvious he was a man from a powerful family.“Morning,” I replied briefly, leaning against the doorframe, masking my unease with casual conversation. “Where were you last night?” I asked, my voice steady.His hands froze for the briefest second before he recovered quickly, smoothing the tie knot. “Working,” he said simply. “In the study.”I raised a brow, waiting for him to say more, but he didn’t. Instead, as if to steer
AbigailI cleared my throat and asked the question I’d intended to the moment I’d walked in. “Is Roxy around? Roxanna Davis?”A young man at the closest desk looked up from his monitor, blinking as if startled to be directly addressed. “She just stepped out,” he said quickly, voice pitching upward.I was just about to ask when she’d be back when the door behind me opened, and there she was, Roxy, wearing her usual bright smile and commanding presence. She swept into the room like she owned it, and suddenly, the tension in the air cracked.“There you are!” she said, sounding genuinely pleased. “I was just thinking of calling you.”I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. As Roxy walked up beside me, she turned to face the team and clapped her hands once.“Everyone, meet our newest hire, Abigail Remington. I’m sure most of you have heard the rumors, but now you can put a face to the name, and better yet, see that she’s very much here, with us.”There was a chorus of soft gree
AbigailI glanced down at my phone as I sipped my morning tea, eyes flicking lazily across the news headlines. Surprisingly, and almost disappointingly, there were no new articles about me. No wild guesses about whether I was pregnant, on drugs, or secretly hiding out in a convent. The headlines had moved on. Now they were all about some high-profile actress and a secret pregnancy with an ex who just so happened to be married. I snorted quietly as I skimmed the details. They were likely to be as fake as the details of my ‘scandal’ had been.Maybe Susanna was too shaken from her experience at the club to run her mouth like usual. Or maybe, without Marceline’s protection, she'd decided to lie low for a while. I couldn’t say I blamed her. After what happened that night, after what I did to her, she was probably still picking pieces of herself up off the club floor. I didn’t regret it. Not one bit. And I also didn’t care to spend my morning thinking about her.With a high whistle, I set m
AbigailI had made a good choice picking this place. The sunlight filtered gently through the overhead canopy, painting soft shadows across the white tablecloth of the outdoor café. A cool breeze fluttered the ends of my scarf as I sipped my virgin mojito. It was my first time trying it,and the mint felt refreshing against my tongue. My fingers lazily scrolled through the news feed on my phone, half reading another round of speculative nonsense being peddled by gossip blogs about me. Alexander had taken the last ones down, but just a few hours later, another set had sprung up, and this time, I was apparently using the Remington name as front to peddle drugs, and this was the reason I had been so eager to stay out of the spotlight. The whole thing had become so predictable I could finish the article before reading the first paragraph.I let out a sigh and set my phone face-down on the table, taking another sip of my drink. I liked this café. It was quiet and tucked away in the middle o
This chapter contains scenes of violence, viewer's discretion is advised!SusannaWhite-hot pain exploded across the side of my head as glass shattered against my skull. The bottle, one of those thick green ones they served champagne in, burst apart like it had been made for this very moment. I screamed as the impact sent me sprawling sideways, a rain of jagged shards slicing into my scalp and cheek.My hands shot up instinctively, but they were too slow. I hit the floor hard, my temple throbbing, blood already trickling down into my ear.I couldn’t see or think properly. There was just pain and stars and the coppery taste of blood in my mouth. My hearing went dull, replaced by a high-pitched ringing. I looked up through blurred vision and saw what remained of the bottle rolling away from me on the floor, blood smeared along the edge.I let out a sound somewhere between a sob and a scream as the server came a step closer and stood above me. His eyes were cold and electric, and they m
SusannaThis chapter contains scenes of violence, viewer's discretion is advised!The music had all but stopped by the time I realized something was wrong. One minute, I was pressing into Aiden with the bass thudding through my veins, and the next, I was being yanked back like a ragdoll, nearly stumbling in my heels.Marceline’s face was etched in stone, full of loathing and menace. She looked like a ghost from some ancient nightmare, one that clawed its way out of the dark just to drag me back with it. I froze. The two hulking men flanking her were clearly not here to dance or enjoy the music. As I stared at them, I noticed something else. The dance floor was empty. Even the DJ had vanished, though seductive music still flowed through the club’s speakers. Aiden was just standing there, blinking at
SusannaI stormed out of Conrad’s office, my heels clicking loudly against the floor in my haste. My head echoed with every insult I didn’t bother to say aloud. If he wanted to be such an ass, fine. Let him sulk in his gloomy little corner. Honestly, I didn’t know what was wrong with him lately. First, he acts like we’re on the same page, like he wants Abigail ruined just as badly as I do. Then, when I hand him everything on a silver platter—the trending headlines, the public disgrace, even a reason for that witch of a woman to crawl back to him—he turns into some kind of monk.And for what? Because I suggested we celebrate? Because I tried to kiss him?I muttered under my breath as I passed his secretary. She chirped a fake sweet "have a good day" at me, and I didn’t even b
ConradThe performance reports for my marketing teams were waiting for me by the side of my desk, but my eyes were fixed on my phone screen. I reclined slightly in my chair, one leg crossed over the other, my finger steadily scrolling as article after article loaded. It had been nearly a full day but they were still there, dozens of them multiplying like weeds, no matter how many got reported or removed. And the longer they lingered, the more outrageous the headlines became."Like Brother, Like Sister? Inside Abigail’s Troubled Bloodline!" "From Rags to Riches to Madness: Abigail Remington’s Crumbling Fairytale."I chuckled under my breath. Public perception was like wet clay. Mold it right, and you could make anything stick. And now, Abigail&rsquo
AbigailI spooned the soup into my mouth like it was my punishment. Warm, bland, and textureless. I could tell it was good, probably some expensive place Daniel had ordered from, but to me, it might as well have been ash. I chewed mechanically, my eyes glued to the TV where an explosion lit up the screen in vibrant orange and yellow. The sound was muted. I wasn’t really watching. Just staring. The kind of stare where your eyes are open but your mind has long since wandered off into the darkness.I just needed to eat enough to keep my strength up. That was the logic. Strength for what, I wasn’t entirely sure. Everything, I suppose. For waking up tomorrow. For standing without swaying. For fighting.The truth was, my body felt numb and foreign to me. My limbs moved out of habit, not will. My chest felt hea
AlexanderI sighed and set the report down beside me on the bed, the paper softly brushing against the cotton sheets. My fingers went up to the bridge of my nose, rubbing slowly, hoping the dull ache building behind my eyes would ease with a little pressure. It didn’t. I leaned back against the headboard, letting my head rest there for a moment, trying to push back the weight of what I’d just read in Daniel’s report.I’d skimmed it yesterday, noted the key points, but tonight I’d finally read it through properly, line by line. And with each sentence, it had become more and more obvious that Liliana was tangled in something deeper than she had any right to be. She had ties I couldn’t yet understand how she had made, ties that enabled her to position herself at the heart of things. I picked up the report again and flipped to the section Daniel had titled Property Chain Discrepancies. According to his investigation, during the