Susanna
Liliana didn’t miss a beat. “Stop. Don’t say another word over the phone. Come to my house. Now.”
She hung up before I could respond, and I stood there for a moment, staring at the blank screen, her clipped tone replying in my ears. Liliana never panicked, but even she sounded tense, and that only made my anxiety worse.
I quickly changed into something casual, a plain dress and flats, and slipped out of the house without a word to anyone. The drive to Liliana’s felt like an eternity as my eyes looked at the road but not really seeing anything. How had Alexander gotten the report? Was there someone else involved? And if he knew… God, if he knew, what would happen to me?
AbigailThe moment my heels touched the pavement, chaos broke out.Shouts. Questions. Camera flashes. A deafening cacophony crashed over me like a tidal wave, swallowing me whole before I could even take a breath to steady myself."Mrs. Remington, is it true you leaked the video yourself?""Abigail , did you know your husband was cheating on you?""Is it true the Remington family is trying to cover this up?""Are you pregnant?!"The last question made me whip my head around to find who was asking it but all I saw was a sea of people yelling and raising cameras. I barely had time to react before the next flash went off, blinding me. The sheer aggression of the reporters was suffocating, their bodies pressing forward, their cameras inches from my face.For a moment, I stood frozen. I hadn't faced this level of scrutiny in years—not since the early days of my marriage, when I was nothing more than the new bride of Conrad Rem
AbigailThe makeup artist’s fingers finally went still, her professional demeanor relaxing. “Alright, Mrs Remington,” she said, offering me a smile. “You’re presentable.”Conrad’s hand landed on my shoulder, a possessive gesture that sent a shiver crawling down my spine. It looked like support, like a husband’s gentle reassurance. But I knew the truth. His fingers dug into my flesh, a silent warning.Don’t you dare, Abigail. Don’t you dare deviate from the script. Don’t you dare shatter this carefully constructed illusion.He escorted me to the stage, his smile perfectly practiced. The cameras flashed in rapid succession. The conference room wasn’t huge, but it felt like a cavern whose walls closing in on me. It was packed with reporters, a sea of faces all turned towards me, their eyes glinting with morbid curiosity. They weren't looking at
Abigail*As we’re driven home from the conference venue in silence, Conrad’s jaw was clenched so tight that a muscle near his temple throbbed. with each passing second. I don’t need to look at him to know that his hands are probably balled into fists as he struggled to keep his temper in check.Maybe his obvious show of irritation is meant to intimidate me, but I couldn't care less. I’ve fulfilled my end of the deal – I’ve cleared his name and painted the perfect picture of our marriage. And now? I just want to go home.Finally, the car slowed to a stop outside my mother’s house but my comfort at seeing it was dulled by Conrad’s unspoken anger. The driver stepped out to open my door, but before I could move, Conrad grabbed her wrist, his grip tighter than a vice.His voice was low, almost a whisper, but it dripped with venom. “You think you’re clever, don’t you?”I turned to him with a calm face but my heart was pounding in her chest. “Let go of me, Conrad.”But he didn’t. His grip t
Abigail*"This isn’t what we agreed on. I said I want to see my mother," I hissed, each word slipping through gritted teeth like venom. The taste of rage was bitter on my tongue, but it was nothing compared to the boiling fury tightening my chest.Conrad didn’t even flinch. His eyes—those emotionless pools—bored into mine. “You already have.”I stared at him, unblinking. “Oh, really?” I spat, letting sarcasm drip from every syllable. “Because last I checked, a video isn’t the same as seeing my mother in person. Or do you need a dictionary for that?”His jaw clenched, that te
Abigail*I stood in front of my closet that morning longer than I should have, my fingers grazing the fabric of my clothes. It was an understatement to say that I was undecided, and it was eating at me. Today wasn’t just any other day. Today was the day I finally got some control in my life, or at least pretended to. After all that had gone down yesterday, I couldn’t afford to appear like the weak, betrayed woman I had been painted to be.Not in front of Conrad, not in front of the company, and certainly not in front of the vultures who called themselves the press, who would be waiting to see if I’d crumble.In the end, I settled on a crisp white blouse tucked into tailored black trousers, the sharp lines giving me an edge I desperately needed. My hair was pulled back into a sleek bun, and I applied just enough makeup to look polished without appearing like I was trying too hard. The reflection staring back at me looked composed, profes
Abigail *I barely had time to blink before Susanna was in front of my desk."What a surprise," she sneered, her arms crossed over her chest as she glared down at me. "I should have known you’d weasel your way in here. Using your connections to get a cushy position in one of the company's departments? Typical."I set my pen down and met her gaze with forced patience. "Of course, that’s what you’d think," I said dryly. "That’s exactly the kind of thing you would do, isn’t it?"Her nostrils flared at my words, but before she could fire back, she switched the conversation, her voice taking on a sharp edge. "You always do this, Abigail. Stirring the pot, causing trouble where there doesn’t need to be any. Why can’t you just leave things alone?"I couldn’t help it. I rolled my eyes. The old me—the one who had still cared what she thought, who had let her words burrow under my skin all that time ago in my home—would have taken the bait. But now? Now her little provocations were nothing mor
Abigail*I took a breath, refusing to let Susanna’s words push me into foolish anger. Without a word, I attempted to step past her, already done with whatever game she was playing. But she moved quickly, blocking my way again. I had known from the moment I saw her come into the office that she had an agenda, but this was ridiculous.Her grip latched onto my arm, her fingers digging in just enough to make faint red marks on my skin. Oh for sure, she was trying to piss me off."You’re truly heartless," she whispered, her voice scathing. "You really don’t care about anything, do you?"I yanked my arm back, but she tightened her hold."After everything you did to Marcy," she continued, eyes flashing with something dangerous, "After pushing her to theft and causing her to lose her job, you just… resume life as usual? Like nothing ever happened?"I clenched my jaw."Meanwhile," she went on, voice risin
Abigail The venom in her voice was breathtaking, and for once, it wasn’t directed at me."That woman"—she spat the word like it burned—"has clung to him his entire life! And for what? To suffocate him? To chain him down like some pathetic little boy who needs her guidance?" She laughed bitterly. "She never raised a man—just a weak, spineless fool who lets a washed-up old crone dictate his life!"I couldn’t even get a word in – Susanna was on a roll."And then there’s Liliana—" She practically spat her sister’s name. "Liliana the know-it-all, Liliana the cold, unfeeling b*tch who never once considered anyone’s suffering but her own!" Her face twisted with contempt. "Oh, poor Liliana, so burdened by her stupid sister’s mistakes, so busy scheming to save me while looking down on me!"Her voice was growing shriller, her fury crackling in the air between us."And that disgusting little gremlin she calls a son—"Not even the little liar was safe from Susanna’s anger."Henry," she sneered.
ConradI buried my face in my hands, my fingers pressing hard against my temples as if I could physically force the anger out of my mind. But the rage inside me was an uncontrollable wildfire. It filled my veins, burned through my chest and roared in my ears like a storm that would not end.Susanna had lost the baby.The words the doctor had told me replayed in my head over and over again, each repetition slicing into him like a freshly sharpened blade. The doctor’s voice had been flat and clinical but to me, it might as well have been a gunshot.And it was her fault. Abigail, that conniving, heartless woman had killed Susanna’s child out of pure, disgusting jealousy.I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. I hated her. I hated her so much I could barely breathe. Even now, as I thought about her, I could picture her face while my Susanna was been curled up in a hospital bed, devastated and empty.She didn’t even have a shred of remorse. Not a single tear shed for what she
Alexander The sharp knock on my office door pulled me from my thoughts. I blinked, dragging myself back to the present, and let out a deep breath before speaking. “Come in.”The door opened, and Daniel stepped inside, a file tucked under his arm. His usual composed expression was there, but I caught the faintest glint of excitement in his eyes as he walked toward my desk. That alone told me he had found something good.I leaned back in my chair, tapping my fingers against the armrest as I watched him place the file in front of me.“You have something?” I asked, my voice even.“I do,” Daniel confirmed, smoothing his tie as he stepped back. “I was looking into Liliana, as you requested, but while I was digging into her background, I came across some troubling information about her son, Harry.”I frowned, my gaze dropping to the file in front of me. The boy had barely crossed my mind before now. I knew he existed but I had never given him much thought. He was just a teenager, hardly sig
Alexander The words on the document blurred together, a jumble of black ink on white paper that refused to form coherent sentences. I blinked, shook my head, and tried again. The numbers, the projections, the carefully outlined strategies for the next quarter—all of it should have demanded my full attention. And yet, my mind drifted, pulled back to the last time I saw Abigail.Her eyes haunted me. I thought back to that day I had taken her to the hospital after Susanna had caused a fiasco at the company, the way Abigail had looked at that ultrasound picture of her baby, her eyes filled with a fragile kind of happiness, as if she couldn’t quite believe that joy belonged to her. And then, I remembered the look in her eyes when she lost it all. When I had seen her in that hospital bed, almost as pale as the sheets she was lying on. I let out a sharp breath, rubbing a hand down my face. The weight of guilt sat heavily in my chest. The worst part was knowing that maybe, just maybe, I had
Abigail Marceline's expression was one of sheer condescension. “Do you think I need Susanna’s sloppy plans to strike at you, Abigail?” She let out a low, humorless laugh. “I am the matriarch of the Remington family. I don’t stoop to such pathetic schemes.”I barely registered her insult. I was too focused on the implications of what she had just admitted. Susanna had done all of this—schemed, manipulated, and tried to eliminate my baby—without Marceline’s blessing.Which meant one thing: Susanna wasn’t working for Marceline.She had a safety net, but it wasn’t who I thought it was. It wasn’t the Remington family at all. It was someone else, someone powerful enough that even Susanna, with her delusions of grandeur, had felt secure enough to act.And suddenly, I knew. Whoever it was, had to be the father of her child as well. I lifted my gaze to Marceline, carefully studying her. She was many things—calculating, ruthless, controlling—but she was also proud. Too proud to ever align her
Abigail The moment I saw the syringe glint under the light, a terrible realization settled over me like a suffocating shroud. Liam who had just been pleading for my help, was still Marceline’s pawn. He wasn’t going to beg anymore. He was going to force me into submission if that was what Marceline wanted.I didn’t know what was in that syringe, but I knew one thing with absolute certainty—I could not let its contents anywhere inside my body.His sudden movement sent my pulse skyrocketing. I wrenched my arm back, but he was faster, his fingers locking around my wrist with a desperation that sent cold dread rushing through my veins. He was stronger than me, especially in my current state. My body was still exhausted from everything I had been through. But panic was not an option. If I panicked, I would lose.His voice was hoarse when he spoke, the same desperation from before creeping into his tone. “Please, Abigail. Just stay with Conrad. It’ll fix everything.”He still thought there
MarcelineMy nails dug into the smooth fabric of the armrest as I kept my expression neutral listening to Abigail's words. Her confidence was needling under my skin like splinters I couldn’t remove. I had always doubted Abigail had much of a spine, which was one of the reasons I had tolerated her for so long. So what was this audacity? When and where had she decided she had a sharp tongue to use so boldly against me? It made me furious. Negotiating with Abigail was beneath me.Sitting here, listening to her break down my strategy, made me want to snap my fingers, spur my men into action and be done with this mess. There were so many simple ways to end this entire ordeal I could have employed a long time ago.It would have been so easy too. All that would have been needed was a word in the right ears. Then a simple accident would have occurred. A body washed ashore, or perhaps one that simply vanished.She could have snatched away in the parking lot of the company, or taken a bullet t
AbigailMarceline lifted a shoulder in a delicate shrug but she said nothing more. For the first time since this conversation began, Liam met my eyes. I wished he hadn’t, because the moment he did, I saw it; the shame, the desperation.The absolute wreck of a man he had become. He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. "It wasn’t supposed to be a big deal," he muttered, his voice rough. "I’d just started smoking… you know, to take the edge off. Looking for university funds was—" He exhaled, shaking his head. "It was stressful. I was worried about the future, about making it, and then one of the gardeners invited me for a smoke as I was leaving the house one day. I figured, why not? It was just one time."My stomach twisted. "One time," I echoed, my voice hollow. Liam nodded weakly. "But it didn’t stop, did it?" I asked, my hands trembling at my sides.He hesitated before answering, "No."I shut my eyes for a fraction of a second, inhaling sharply through my nose, willing the fury bubbli
AbigailI stared down at Liam, my body rigid with fury. The man kneeling before me, clutching at my dress, was supposed to be my brother, but right now, I could barely recognize him. "You owe Marceline money?" My voice was sharp, my tone disbelieving. "How, Liam? When did you borrow money from her?" Liam opened his mouth, but before he could form a single word, my gaze snapped to Marceline. "You," I spat, my anger redirecting itself at the woman watching us with a small, knowing smile. "You've gone too far. It wasn't enough for you to sneak around behind my back and meet with my brother in secret, but now you’ve loaned him money, too? Who gave you the right to do that?" Marceline didn't react or try to defend herself. She simply watched, and her silence only enraged me further. "You’re despicable," I seethed. "Manipulating my brother, pulling him into whatever twisted scheme you’re running—" "Abigail, stop!" Liam cut me off, his voice rising in desperation. I turned back to him
Abigail The room felt like it was shrinking around me, the walls closing in inch by inch. But Marceline wasn't finished yet. She turned her gaze to another man, the one standing near the entrance leading deeper into the house. He was a broad-shouldered figure, his expression neutral as though he had been trained not to show emotion. "And this," Marceline said, her tone as light as if she were introducing a friend at a social gathering, "is the lovely caregiver who so graciously escorted your dear mother to her new home, where she is being taken very good care of." My fingers twitched as my breath hitched. Marceline met my gaze with an almost amused expression, as if she enjoyed watching the realization dawn on my face. "You—" My voice was hoarse, my throat dry. I swallowed hard and tried again. "You and Conrad, you took her." Marceline smiled, slow and indulgent. "Of course, Abigail. I would have thought you'd already come to that conclusion." I had suspected Conrad was involved