~Abigail~
I stood in front of my closet, scanning the array of clothes hanging before me. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions. I ought to be happy leaving Toronto for Montreal, where I'd lived all my life, but then I'm going to miss Toronto. It's already a part of me, studying here for four years like a normal student without people knowing who my family is. I wasn't the spoiled child; yes, I loved attention, but not the one filled with fake people. Packing my clothes feels like hard work right now. I'm so going to miss my room, people in Toronto, and school. I'd inhaled the scent of my wardrobe; that warm feeling crept into me. “Are you going to stare at your wardrobe all day, Abby,” I heard Taylor say; her mouth was filled up with cereal, and that made her words sound funny. She's my roommate and one of my close friends here in Toronto. I'd actually asked her to help me pack up since I'd been feeling too lazy to do so. “Nope, I'm just looking for things to pack and things to leave. I can't take all of my clothes,” I replied, my hands now on my hips. “Do you realize your flight is in six hours? You've packed nothing; are you sure you want to leave Toronto today?” She asked, her brows raised up as she stared at me. I moved closer to her and dragged her towards the wardrobe. “And that's why you are here, to help me out,” I muttered, and she snorted. “Fine, let's do this. You know we still have places to go before I take you to the airport. We need to pick up warm clothes; you know how cold Montreal is." She started rambling as she threw clothes to my side. I picked up the clothes and started arranging them in my bag; thank God she's got some list with her so I won't forget a thing or two. It took two full hours to pack all my luggage, and that was because of Taylor; she's such a darling and a time saver. I was about to put on a crop top and trousers when my phone buzzed. I picked it up from the bed to see a text from dad. ‘Don’t forget to pack warm clothes. Montreal can get chilly this time of the year. See you soon!’ I chuckled and decided to change my clothes. Now going back to Montreal gives me this sense of joy knowing my dad would be there. I'm grateful he decided to pick me up himself; I thought it would be one of his drivers. Don't get me wrong, my dad has always been there for me, but when he came for my graduation, he told me he wouldn't be able to pick me up and so seeing this message makes me happy. We got into Taylor's car, and she took me to a shopping mall to pick up a coat, and then once we were done, she drove off to Mike's place. Mike was outside his house; a knowing smile crept on his face as he noticed us park right in front of him. He pulled both of us into a warm hug, and I snuggled into his embrace. I'm so going to miss them; both of them are the highlight of my life in Toronto. Even though things didn't work between me and Mike, it did work out for him and Taylor. Well, it just kinda happened, him dating his best friend, but I'm glad they both got their happy ending, and I'm happy for them. He kissed Taylor on the lips and proceeded to grant me a peck on the cheeks. We spent some time in Mike's house and did lots of videos before going to the airport. I got there on time because it wasn't far from Mike's place. “I am you to miss you, Abby,” Taylor cooed, her eyes teary as she looked at me. Mike was holding my traveling bag while I held the handbag. I bit my lips, my eyes becoming wet as I looked at my two close friends. I'm going to miss Mike's Norway accent and his carefree spirit. I'm going to miss Taylor's mummy characters and her seriousness in every activity we do. I'm going to miss all the times we spent together, whether bad or good. The two of them had impacted me in the little year we've spent together; they've grown on me, and leaving them is just so hard. “I know, I'm Taylor. I'm going to miss you both,” I muttered and pulled them back into our group hug. “It’s okay, ladies. Don't cry; there's the internet. We are going to do a lot of face time and talking. Thank God the time zone isn't that different, and we could call at a convenient time,” Mike said, trying to lighten up the mood, but Taylor glared at him. “Face timing isn't the same as physical. I'm going to miss your laziness,” she murmured, and I laughed. “And I'm going to miss your food,” I stated, and we all chuckled. “What about me?” Mike piqued, I pinched his nose, and Taylor hit him lightly in the side. “I am going to miss you too,” I replied, and he smiled then shuffled my air. “Time to go, lady, or you'll miss your flight,” he reminded me. Once again, I pulled them into an embrace for some time and then wiped off the tears in my eyes. Mike handed me my bag, and I departed. ~~~ A few hours later, I arrived at the airport in Montreal. I looked everywhere for my dad; my lips formed into a smile when I saw my dad in his office wear; his dirty blonde hair was neatly arranged; his aristocratic nose was perfectly shaped; and that proud smile was seen on his lips. I rushed towards him and jumped on him. A hearty laughter escaped his lips as he carried me up and turned me around. I'd missed him so much that I had forgotten I wasn't a child any more. “My angel,” he murmured, dropping me down to the ground gently. “Dad,” I called, he held my hands and then walked me out of the airport. His men helped pick up my luggage while we caught up on all the things we've missed.~Abigail~ We were surrounded by the gentle murmurs of other diners. The smell of grilled salmon and freshly baked bread filled the air. I expected dad and I to have dinner at home prepared by Aunt Meg, but dad decided we should go out on a dinner date and spend quality time together.I loved the atmosphere here in the restaurant. It's a 5-star restaurant and can only be reserved if you're a VVIP and you've booked three months earlier, but my dad and I with other little privileged people can just come in anytime, any day. That's one of the advantages of being a Wellington. The view here makes Montreal far more beautiful, especially at night. The landscapes and buildings are just top notch if you're looking from this restaurant's view.I sliced into my steak, a small smile on my face as I recounted the moments with my friends.“Toronto is amazing, Dad,” I said, my eyes lightning up.“The food, the culture, and my friends—oh, you remember my friends, Taylor and Mike, right?” I prattled.
~Abigail~I sat at my assigned desk going through the stacks of old contracts that Uncle Lucas, or should I call him the grumpy old uncle, had handed me earlier. The room buzzed with activity, but I felt like an outsider, almost invisible. My focus kept drifting back to the uncomfortable meeting I had with Uncle Lucas this morning.It was my fault. I wasn't concentrating, yet he shouldn't be that rude to me in front of all those seated in the meeting. I won't lie underneath the anger I felt; embarrassment was there.Trying to focus back on my task, once I was done with the HR, Mr. Ethan asked me to take it to the grumpy old uncle's office. Immediately I got to this office, I met his assistant, Ray.“Are you here to give Mr. Lucas this?” he asked, looking at the files in my hands, and I nodded my head.“Alright, give it to me; he's busy now, but I'll drop it at his table,” he offered, and I smiled at him. Finally, someone who is nice to me on the first day at work.I smiled at him, “T
~Lucas~ As Abigail stormed out of the office, the door closed with a soft click, and I leaned back in my chair, a sly grin tugging on my lips. Her expression—tight-lipped, eyes flashing her—gave her away. No doubt she was angry, which almost made me chuckle. I hadn't expected her to agree to her father's request, and moreover, the way she took my criticism, I thought she would snap at me and quit, yet she hadn't done any of that.The look of her barely containing her anger flashed in my head, and I chuckled. She does have her dad's temper, and it is far more entertaining than anything I've ever come across. When she had walked into the meeting room, her beauty had caught me off guard. I hadn't seen her since she was a teenager, all gangly limbs and shy smiles. Now standing right in front of me in that smart business outfit, and her gingered hair styled in a bun made her look more like a mature lady who radiated from grace. Her delicate face was one of a kind; those slim lips were t
~Abigail~I watched my dad walk toward the plane, the tarmac beneath his feet gleaming in the late afternoon sun. The harsh roar of the engines in the distance drowned out everything else. He had his suitcase in hand, his expression focused but calm, the usual air of authority about him. I could tell he was trying to hide it, but I could see the faintest trace of unease in his eyes as he glanced back toward me.“Be good, Abby,” he called over his shoulder, his voice carrying despite the noise.I tried to smile, but the knot in my throat wouldn’t let me. Instead, I simply nodded, hoping I didn’t look as miserable as I felt. Dad didn’t like to show emotions, and I could already tell this trip was going to be harder for both of us than he let on.It wasn’t just that he was leaving for two months; it was the fact that his business trips meant no communication for the most part.“Daddy, I’ll miss you,” I whispered to myself, but of course, he was already inside the plane, heading toward hi
Breaking Point ~Abigail~I was buried in my work, my fingers tapping away at the keyboard. The ache in my back and shoulders had long since become a dull throb, but I chose to ignore it. I had so much to do, and I couldn’t afford to stop now. If I could just finish this report, maybe I’d take a break, maybe grab a coffee, maybe even go home early.“Abigail…” I suddenly heard my name.I lifted my head with a slight groan, expecting maybe one of my team members but what I saw instead made my brow furrow with confusion.Lucas.“Grumpy old man!” I muttered under my breath. His eyes met mine, sharp and piercing, as though I were some sort of puzzle he was always trying to figure out. The slight lift of his brow, his typical half-smirk, only deepened my discomfort.“I need you to come with me,” Lucas said, his voice calm but firm.My brow furrowed further, and I leaned back in my chair. “Come with you? To where?” I didn’t like the sound of that.“Meeting,” he said succinctly, tilting his
Abby’s POV I sat at my desk, trying to force my eyes to stop burning with unshed tears. Everything that happened was crushing me, I didn’t know how I walked out of that place, how I returned to this damn office…each second dragging like hours. My hands rested heavily on the keyboard, but I wasn’t typing. I was blinking over and over trying to keep my emotions in check, trying to make sure no one noticed the storm brewing inside me. I wanted to curl up into a ball, but I was stuck in this chair, stuck in this office, stuck with the endless humiliation of the morning replaying in my mind. The words Lucas had yelled at me earlier echoed in my head. My face burned just thinking about it, the sting of his accusations still fresh. I had never felt so small, so utterly worthless in front of anyone, let alone him. I let my forehead drop to my desk. I just wanted the day to be over. I wanted to escape from the suffocating tension of this office and the suffocating control Lucas had over me.
~Lucas~ I watched Abby storm out of my office, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor as she slammed the door behind her. The anger was evident in the way she moved, shoulders tense, face flushed with frustration. I should have felt guilty. I had deliberately pushed her buttons, taunted her, really getting under her skin like I knew I could. But as I sat there, staring at the door she had just exited through, I didn’t feel the satisfaction I expected. Instead, there was something else, a gnawing discomfort… I didn’t get it. I had always found Abby… difficult, and headstrong, but in a way that was endearing. She reminded me of her father in a lot of ways, and I always respected her. I still did. But today was different. When she’d gotten close, too close… I had caught the scent of her perfume, something floral but sharp, and for a brief moment, I had found it impossible to breathe. Our bodies had brushed, just barely, but I felt it. The heat. The awareness that humm
~Abigail~I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, feeling the remnants of my tears drying on my cheeks. My chest was tight, a mix of frustration, hurt, and disbelief swirling inside me..That’s what Lucas had said. Those three words echoed through my mind like a cruel mantra. I’d heard worse in my life. I’d survived worse. But hearing that from him…it felt different. It felt personal. For a moment, I’d questioned myself. Was I really just everything he said? Had I really worked so hard, just to be dismissed like that?I glanced over at the phone vibrating on the nightstand. Taylor. I didn’t want to pick up. I just wanted to curl up in bed and pretend everything would magically get better on its own. But I knew I couldn’t.With a sigh, I reached for my phone, forcing myself to clear my throat before answering. I couldn’t let Taylor hear how shaken I was. She’d know immediately something was wrong, and I wasn’t in the mood for her relentless questions.“Hey, Taylor,” I said, my voice
Lucas I needed the air. Staying in here with her was really suffocating and I was not even referring to the noise. Hell, I could sit down all day and watch her make her call without feeling a single tinge of anger. She was really beautiful and her voice was soothing.I wanted to even try to speak to the clients on the list but as expected, I flopped. Abigail had this all figured out and I would be a big idiot if I tried to do it again. I managed to get through one phone call and that was it. I knew I had done my best and handed her the phone.Alright, Abigail. Go ahead and laugh. I had seen her gleaming as she probably was wondering if it would be nice if she said it to my face. But she retained it inside and took the next call smoothly. That was all I needed to leave. I went out and when I came into the staff quarters, I noticed how they were looking at me. Good thing I stepped out before they started to think that there was something between Abigail and I. I started strolling aroun
AbbyI could notice how bright this young man's attraction towards me was. He was a great friend to me but I was trying my best not to make it seem that I was just out of reach. I blamed myself and my unnatural attraction to an old man who would never be mine. Hell, he even had himself his own girlfriend and here I was fawning over him despite his harsh treatment towards me.I smiled at him because he was still such a great friend to me. He did actually care about me."I did come. I noticed you were away." I said to him,"Oh, I mean, did you get my little gift?" He asked me, expectantly.Oh, I remember. I felt really bad that I was about to lie to him about the coffee drink."Yes. Very lovely. I enjoyed the coffee. It was really nice. Thank you, Jack." I said to him,"You're welcome. You know, I did not actually know what flavour to get you and I decided that I should get you that one." He said to me,Now, I didn't even know one bit about the kind of coffee he had given to me. Thank G
Abby He was really enjoying all this, right?It was clear that he wanted to frustrate my entire efforts and I was letting him get to me. I glared severally at him but Lucas did not seem to care when I asked him if I could leave. He had demanded that I sat down which I respectfully did.Seriously, I needed to meet someone who knew him as a child as it was really clear to me that he must have been a really selfish one. How on earth would he keep blackmailing me with my own words and all I could do was watch him. It was like I did not have anything to say for myself. He would instantly avert everything to me quitting just to dare me and I could tell he would mock me before my father as a quitter. Besides, if I was going to manage my father's company, it was all going to depend on his assessment.Far be it that he should say I was inefficient and lazy. Or that if my father eventually hands the company to me, he would lay on the nepotism narrative. I wanted to pass through his annoying be
Lucas I was a jerk, right? I had just kept pushing with my demands and ultimately when I started to speak about her trying to get the attention of Jack, it had been as a way to call her to order. How on earth would I have known that she would in fact begin to claim that whatever she had to do with him was her personal life. A personal life with Jack or anyone right now was not good enough for me. I needed to always be in the know of whatever she was doing and whoever she was seeing.She was not having herself a personal life and that's final.I lost my cool and started to seek further ways to have her hurt. She had to know somehow that I was bleeding in my heart even though I knew she would not even care however I was feeling but I just had to try for both our sakes.Seeing nothing was being achieved by the whole back and forth argument with her, I demanded that she go wash off the makeup. In my own twisted mind, it would hurt her and make her out of the eyes of others. Although, tha
AbbyHe was baiting me clearly but I would not stand it. What was even wrong with him?I had carefully left my seat for his office as he had demanded while he went to see off his girlfriend. All my insides were boiling from both rage and jealousy combined. It was as if he had taken a double edged sword and drove it right through my chest but I tried my best to maintain my cool.Yet, I could not help but wonder why he had kissed me if he was going to flaunt his woman the very next morning. It was as clear as crystal that he meant to hurt me but why kiss me back then? My mind was wavering with contempt and worse still, I wanted to find something to hate about Lucinda. I mean, I tried to find flaws about her and then I happened to settle for her artificialism. I mean, she certainly had work done on her body. Her breasts were done, she had botox and fillers on her face even though somehow, hers were not botched. Her ass too was done.Was that what he preferred? Women that had work done? I
Lucinda "Come on, Jarvis. There should be something for me." I cried out to my manager.Six months now and still the directors were not willing to forget that one mistake. I had been unable to get any role as everyone would rather avoid the actress with the scandal. How that tape had leaked was still something really baffling and right now, all I could do was wallow in both regret and shame.Jarvis had constantly warned me against dating Molloy but I would not listen. He was rich and hot and not to mention, he was from a royal home. I was already envisioning myself as his wife and how this sort of fairytale romance would boost my career. It would get me places. I mean, the fact that I was even affiliated to him was already getting me roles.I might be good but that was not enough in the industry. There were others even better. It was all a game of knowing what the directors wanted and having the right contacts.But then, the tape leaked. Neither of us had any knowledge of how but Mo
Lucas Was this her way of getting back at me? I mean, if this was Abigail trying to seduce me then by the heavens I am seduced.I had not even realised that I had been standing until she looked away."Lucas, Hun, is there a problem?" Lucinda asked me.I furrowed my brows as I tried to retain a firm countenance. No one had to know what I was feeling right now was heartbreaking."Nothing. Could you go wait for me?" I asked her."Come on. You promised." Lucinda said to me.Yes. I had promised because I was not expecting that Abigail would be seated out here. I decided that I would have to deal with this."You did not report to duty, Abigail." I said to her,"I'm sorry, Sir. It will not happen again." She said to me from where she sat without even looking at me.Come on, woman, look at me!"I'm sure your staff would have plenty of time to get punished for slacking but now, we really need to go." Lucinda said to me as she tried touching me seductively around the face.What was she actuall
Lucas She hates me. She hates me not.Those were the thoughts in my head when I woke up this morning. I had actually been looking forward to seeing her message, at least acknowledging my own. No idea what I wanted her to say exactly but I had the inkling of the idea to wish she would tell me it did not matter.My heart kept beating really fast and I found myself restless. I needed to see Abigail and at the very least try and make things make sense to her.I found myself the perfect outfit and soon, I was making my way out of the house. I drove to work and on the way, I managed to pass a burger store. The memory of sitting down beside her yesterday and eating happily crossed my mind and I realised that I wanted more of that.Damnit. Why did I have to flee last night? I should have waited to hear what she had to say at least. If she hated me, it would be far better than this silence, right? At least I would know what fate she had decided to mate out to me.Eventually, I arrived at the
Abby What was my problem really? I should understand that this man did not care about me but here I was crying myself to stupor over his message.At a point, I just had to straighten up as I could not go on like this indefinitely. I was so exhausted but no way would I bring myself this low.It was at this point that I noticed my phone buzzing. It was my father. Gosh, why did he have to start calling now of all times?I mean, it seemed the best moment because if he had called a couple of hours ago, it would have been when I was on the boat cruise and my phone away from me. Knowing my father, if he calls when I'm not home and I fail to take the call, he would ultimately assume the worst.I stopped crying as I reached over for my handkerchief with which I dried my eyes."Be strong, Abigail." I whispered as I took the call. "Hey, dad.""I was beginning to think you've abandoned me." He teased me and I chuckled."No, dad. I was not close to my phone." I lied and just then, I sniffed when