Abigail's eyes fluttered open, her gaze blurry and unfocused. She was met with an unfamiliar ceiling, and her mind raced to remember how she got there. As she turned her head, her gaze fell on Sebastian, his arms wrapped around her, holding her close. She was cuddled into his chest, her face inches from his.Her eyes widened as memories of the previous night flooded back - the drinks, the stranger, Sebastine's anger. Abigail's cheeks flushed with shame and embarrassment. She tried to move away, but Sebastian's arms held her firm, his grip gentle but unyielding.As she lay there, trapped in his embrace, Abigail couldn't help but admire the man who held her. His strong jawline, his chiselled features, and his piercing eyes, now closed in sleep, all captivated her. His lips, so close to hers, tempted her to touch them, to taste the softness she knew they held. As she looked at me, memories of the kiss under the rain flowed in her mind, she blushed at the thoughts but looking at Sebastine
The helicopter's rotors whirred to life, lifting them into the sky as Abigail's thoughts swirled with confusion and worry. She gazed out the window, her eyes fixed on the receding landscape, her face a mask of sadness gradually comparing it with the way they arrived.Sebastian's instructions had been curt and mysterious - "Wear the ring, Abigail. Never remove it." No explanation, no destination, just a sudden departure. The uncertainty gnawed at her, making her feel like a pawn in a game she didn't understand.As the helicopter soared through the clouds, Abigail mustered her courage and turned to Sebastian, her voice barely above a whisper. "Where are we going, Sebastian?"Sebastian's gaze remained fixed on the horizon, his jaw set in a firm line. "You'll know when we arrive," he replied, his voice firm but unyielding. He was back to his usual self, the self Abigail hated so much.Abigail's eyes narrowed, frustration and fear simmering beneath the surface. "Why won't you tell me?" she
" I have enough pretty dresses that Sebastine bought, please don't make me get another one." Abigail pleaded but from the stern and determined look on Jessica's face Abigail knew she didn't stand a chance." Okay Fine…just because you insist." Abigail heaved finally, she had to because that was the only way to let Jessica out of the room. Sebastine came to the room after Jessica had left," You looked flushed. I know how Jessica can he but don't worry we would be out of here in no time."" I would choose her a thousand times to you." Abigail had thought of saying but she dared not say those words to his face." Go with Jessica but don't drain your energy trying to try out all the dresses there. I don't want a tired wife coming home to me." His voice was low and venous, For some weird reasons ,she had felt it was romantic to hear him say those words.He started undressing starting from his Jacket and Abigail looked away immediately." You know we are married." He said to her and she
" You look really beautiful, Abigail. Sebastine won't be able to take his eyes off you." Jessica complimented." Thank you," Abigail muttered sweetly as she looked around the room searching for Sebastine."You're looking for Sebastine right?" She asked with a gleam on her face. It made Abigail's face turn red in embarrassment," Will you keep smiling like that?" Jessica asked.The smile disappeared instantly as it had appeared, She looked across the room and found Sebastine. They walked together to the car and entered."Will you stop smiling like that?" He glared at her.The smile faded immediately as she muttered under her breath, making bit difficult for him to hear her, "what a knuckle cracker ."" What did you say?" He asked."Nothing." She muttered.He took a death glance at her before resuming his gaze on the steering." When we go there, make sure you behave." He instructed after some time." Yes…""And don't let anyone know the truth of how we actually met. Remember what I t
As the helicopter soared above the clouds, Abigail Walker gazed out the window, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. Just hours ago, she had exchanged vows with the man who she hated the most, promising to cherish and honor him. Now, she was handcuffed to that very man, her wrist throbbing in pain.Handcuffed to her seat, her husband's grip on her wrist like a vice and his eyes sending flames of fear to her spine.The helicopter banked sharply, and Abigail's stomach lurched. She felt a wave of panic wash over her. Where were they headed? And why was her husband treating her like a prisoner on their honeymoon?"Where are we going, Sebastian?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.Sebastian's cold, calculating gaze met hers. "Our new home, my dear. A place where you'll learn to behave."The helicopter banked sharply, and the city skyline came into view, Abigail's heart sank. They were heading to New York, a place she had never been before. A place where she knew no one, and Seb
Sophia's eyes sparkled as her fingers danced across the glittering jewels on her neck, her eyes scanning every stone, her reflection in the mirror radiant with excitement. Tonight's party was going to be unforgettable, and Anne who sold the best jewelry sets got her covered. " Try this one, you will look so beautiful with it." Anne, her friend,smiled knowingly as she presented Sophia with another box of a more sparkling design.Just as Sophia was about to try on the diamond necklace, Anne's phone buzzed,and as she glanced at the screen, her expression turned somber. "Sophia, I need to show you something." The tone sent a shiver down Sophia's spine.Sophia hesitated, but Anne's insistent gaze drew her in. With a flick of her thumb, Anne revealed a photo on her phone. Sophia's gaze froze on the image: Abigail, her friend, beaming beside Sebastian, the boy Sophia had loved since childhood."This is a joke, right?" She asked,not wanting to believe."It's all over the news, Sophia. The
They arrived in New York City at dusk, Sebastian retrieved the cuffs from Abigail. The helicopter had landed on the hotel's rooftop so they gradually made their way to the stairs of the building where they could find the room booked for them.They approached the reception desk, where a friendly staff member greeted them with a warm smile."Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Alexander. Congratulations on your wedding. I'm Rachel, your personal concierge during your stay. Let me show you to your room."Sebastian nodded as his phone vibrated, he looked around with his eyes scanning the lobby as if searching for someone. "Abigail, go ahead with Rachel. I need to check on some business updates. I'll meet you in the room shortly." Abigail hesitated, feeling a pang of uncertainty but she had to obey his command.Rachel led Abigail to a sleek, silver elevator, and they ascended to the top floor, the city skyline unfolding like a breathtaking canvas before her .As they walked down the hallway, the soft car
Abigail lay on the bed, her body wracked with sobs, her tears soaking the pillow. She had never felt such pain and betrayal before even when she expected worse torture. After a long hour of crying,Abigail's tears had finally subsided, her body exhausted from the emotional turmoil. She lay on the bed, her eyes heavy, her mind numb. The silence of the room was oppressive, punctuated only by the occasional tick of the clock.Just as she was drifting off to sleep, a knock on the door broke the silence, and she rushed to open it, hoping that it was Sebastian,who had come to apologize and make amends.But as she flung open the door, her hope was replaced with terror. A figure dressed in black, its face hidden behind a mask, loomed in the doorway. Abigail's instincts screamed danger, and she tried to slam the door shut, but the figure was too quick.It pushed its way inside, and Abigail cowered, her back against the wall. The attacker held a knife and smelt of alcohol, maybe Whisky or someth