AbigailAs the car moved through the streets, I barely registered the world I was passing by. My body was too drained to pay attention. Alexander sat beside me, silent for a few moments before his voice broke through the stillness. “Where would you like me to take you? Home?”The way he asked made something inside me still. It wasn’t the words themselves, but the way he said them; carefully, gently, as if he already knew what had happened. As if he knew that stepping into that house wasn’t something I wanted to do. For a brief second, I nearly asked him to take me anywhere but there. A hotel. A park. Hell, even a guest room in his sprawling estate. Anywhere my brother wasn’t.But I bit back the request before it could slip out. It was ridiculous, wasn’t it? Alexander had already done so much for me today. I couldn’t ask for more. I couldn’t cling to his kindness like some lost, broken thing. So instead, I swallowed the
AbigailAs I sat, my body was tense with the weight of invisible chains Marceline had just locked around me. She smiled serenely, almost as if she were pleased by my compliance. The sight of it sent a shiver down my spine. Marceline wasn’t someone who wasted time gloating. If she was pleased, it was because she had more to say to me. I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear it.She folded her hands neatly in her lap, tilting her head ever so slightly. “Remind me, Abigail,” she said in that deceptively soft voice of hers, “what is my name?”I frowned. It was a strange question, almost childish in nature. But something about the way she asked it, calm, yet expectant, put me on edge.So I answered. “Marceline Remington.”Her smile widened, as if my response had somehow delighted her. “That’s correct,” she said, nodding approvingly. “Marceline Remington. Wife of Stephen Remington. The woman at the h
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
ConradThe water was cold. Not lukewarm, not cool but cold. It hit my skin like a punishment, like maybe if I stood under it long enough, it would drown the rage boiling in my blood. But it didn’t.Hours had passed since I left Ravenbrook, and still, my jaw was clenched and my shoulders were tight. I stood there, letting the freezing water run down my body, but none of it soothed me. If anything, the silence only made it worse. My thoughts kept circling like vultures, refusing to leave the taste of what I had experienced behind. The humiliation, the shock, the audacity of it all.I couldn’t get rid of Abigail’s expression in my thoughts. She’d looked at me like I was nothing. Like I didn’t matter at all. And that bastard beside her, Daniel, or whoever the hell he thought he was, hadn’t even flinched when I threatened him. He had just stood there, smug behind his glasses, acting like I was some nuisance in my own estat
ConradThere was something off about him.I stared at Alexander’s secretary, Daniel, my eyes narrowing as I tried to place what it was. Maybe it was the posture. It was too confident even though he was just standing there. Secretaries didn’t stand like that, not in the presence of someone like me. Or maybe it was the steady way he looked at me, holding my gaze like he was reading me, daring me to blink first.A smirk nearly twitched across my lips. He was bolder than most.Still, it didn’t matter. Whatever game he was playing, I would end it the way I ended every threat; cleanly, decisively, and with little patience for dramatics. If he thought I was bluffing by telling him he wouldn’t make it back to Alexander in one piece, he was in for the rudest kind of awakening. I had disposed of men for less than standing on my property with that look in their eyes. And the fact that this was the same idiot who kept turning up around Abigail
Abigail“Just wait a little bit,”Alexander continued, his eyes trained on my face. “One of my men will drive you to the hospital for a check up. I’ll join you as soon as I finish up here.” He took one of my shaking hands in his and gave it a gentle squeeze before letting go.The heater’s warmth crawled up my limbs slowly, but it couldn’t seem to reach my chest. I sat quietly in the passenger seat, wrapped tightly in the towel he had draped over me, watching him walk away toward the manor. My fingers, still trembling slightly, clutched the towel closer. The moment he shut the car door, I already missed his presence. It had felt like something I could hold onto, like safety.But then the silence was broken by the low rumble of engines growing louder by the second. I turned just in time to see two sleek black cars screech into the front courtyard, tires groaning in protest. This was the kind of loud entrance only someone li
AbigailThe first thing I felt as I came to was cold. Not just the kind that prickled the skin or made you shiver, but the kind that sank deep into the marrow, slow and consuming. It felt like the chill in the air had seeped into my bones and decided to settle there, like a second skeleton made of frost. I wanted to curl in on myself, but even that movement felt too much. My body was strangely weak.Against the freezing cold, a searing heat pressed against my lips, like fire on ice...someone’s lips? I stirred weakly, and in the hazy waking that followed, I became aware of warm droplets falling onto my cheek. Tears, but they weren’t mine.I opened my eyes.Alexander’s face swam into view above me. His brows were drawn together in anguish, but his eyes lit up with such sudden relief when he saw I was awake, it made my heart twist. There were tears in his eyes, actual tears, and I don’t think he even noticed them until I reached up with trembling fingers and brushed one away.“You’re cry