~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. “Isn’t Mike the ex-boyfriend?” He questioned, and I shrugged. “Yes, but that's all in the past. Anyways, the three of us went to a social event one time, and it was a blast. I can't believe I forgot to tell you that. One of my best experiences there,” I kept on talking and talking, and he was listening, sometimes chirping in on things I've told him about. “I think I'll move there permanently,” I added. Dad nodded his head but stayed silent for a moment. “I am glad you had a great time,” my dad said, setting down his glass. "But I wanted to talk to you about something important now that you are back.” I tilted my head, sensing a shift in the conversation. “What’s up?” “I have been thinking about your next steps. I know you've had a taste of freedom, and I'm proud of that. But Abby, it's time you've got some real business experience,” he stated, his facial expression looking serious. “So I get to start working right away, in your company?” I asked, my tone neutral. “I have arranged for you to start an internship,” he responded, and I froze on the seat. My cutlery hanging in the air: “An internship?” I repeated. “In your company?” I queried. He shook his head slowly. “No, in Lucas' company,” he answered. My brows furrowed in confusion, “Why not in your company? I thought that would make more sense.” Of course, I know Uncle Lucas; he's Dad's best friend, and literally the only thing I can remember was him and the scowl on his face. I've never seen him smile; whenever he comes to our house, he's always there for business. Dad sighed, placing his hands on mine. “Abby, I want you to learn how to work in a place where people won't be biased toward you because you are my daughter. You will need to start from the ground up—no special treatment, and Lucas' firm is perfect for that. They'll see you just as another intern, and you'll have to prove yourself without anyone holding your hands, and the board members in my company won't give you issues with this kind of shite,” he explained. Of course, I understand that's what I also wanted, but his best friend, I don't think it's a nice idea. “Alright, I know you want what's best for me, but then I need to process your words and think about it,” I stayed, and he smiled at me. “Take all the time you need to, but don't make it very long,” he joked, and I laughed. “Yeah, yeah,” I shrugged, and then we continued eating. ~~~ The next week, I found myself walking into a large, sleek office building where my Dad's best friend walked. The atmosphere was slightly different from what I had imagined; it was busy, professional, and slightly intimidating. I adjusted my blazer, feeling the weight of new expectations. I reached the receptionist stand; she barely glanced at me, more focused on the steady stream of phone calls. I cleared my throat so at least she would acknowledge my presence. “Good morning, I'm Abigail Wellington. I'm supposed to start my internship today.” The receptionist looked at me with her sharp glasses. “Second floor, HR will brief you,” she responded sternly. I swallowed in nothing and took the elevator up. I wondered how the rest of my day would be; the receptionist barely smiled; guess they took in their boss attitude. When I arrived at the HR’s office, I was greeted by a man with a clipboard who gestured me warmly to follow him into a meeting room. Inside the meeting room was Lucas Brooke. He was sitting majestically; his jet black hair was perfectly gelled to the back, bringing out specific details of his facial beauty. His golden eyes shone brightly as he stared at me, my eyes trailed their way down to his perfectly shaped noise, then to his cupid-shaped mouth. Damn, his jaws were perfectly chiseled, and before I could look at his other physique, a loud cough brought me back to reality. I stared at the HR. Mr. Ethan looked like I missed some words when I was ogling at my dad's best friend. “I’m sorry, I missed what you said earlier; can you repeat your words,” I said, silently cringing. “First day at work and you are not concentrating; are you sure you are ready to work or perhaps you are content leaching off your dad's hard earned money,” he scoffed, and I gritted my teeth. How could he speak so rudely to me on my first day of work? It's not my fault I decided to look at my surroundings carefully before focusing on work, and beside, can't he just overlook this and give a warning? “I am sorry,” I muttered, trying to calm my nerves. This is the first day of work; I can't expect them to be overly nice to me, especially this grumpy old man. “Here is your first assignment; it's nothing glamorous. Just organizing and cataloging old contracts; from there we would see how you'll handle real work,” he remarked. I could see the taunting smirk on his face. If he knew he didn't want me to work in his office, then why did he agree to let me in? I gritted my teeth as I accepted the file. This wasn't what I'd expected on the first day, but I knew this was what my father expected—not me. I wanted no special treatment, not bullying at work. I glanced at him, trying to forget how terribly ‘Ugly’ he is. “I’ll get it done.”~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
~Abigail~I walked through the front door of the mansion with a grin I couldn’t wipe off my face. It felt good. It felt so good. Every step I took, every breath I took, I could still feel the rush of standing up to Lucas. For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt like I had control. I had done something.I kicked off my shoes and tossed my coat onto the couch. Without even thinking about it, I headed straight for the kitchen, reaching for the bottle of wine I had been saving for a moment just like this.“Damn, I really showed him,” I muttered to myself, twisting the cap off the bottle. The wine poured into my glass with a satisfying splash, the deep red color catching the light as I raised it to my lips.It had been a long day. And I deserved this.I took a long sip, letting the warm buzz of alcohol spread through me, calming the tension that had been building up in my body for days. I closed my eyes and leaned back against the counter, a smug smile playing on my lips. The
Lucas It was finally time. I mean, Lucinda believed that she could use the press against me as a weapon and I would sit back and watch. It was finally time to play the same game as her. I was already a rejuvenated man at this point when I realised that all along when I had been scared, Gavin was actually rooting for us. It felt really great that he was not fighting me for his daughter's attention and somehow, I was beginning to feel like I owed him much. At first, it was really hard to believe and I wanted to tell him to come clean on what he was planning on doing to me but I simply kept my mouth shut. It would be best to dwell on his current promise after all.I arrived at the venue for the conference and as soon as members of the press caught sight of me, they were already rushing towards me with a lot of questions spewing from their lips. I was intrigued at the moment with how desperate for information they all were but I made my way inside without saying a single word to them. As
Abigail I should have known that my father would react this way. I mean, what was I expecting? That he would stay silent and ignore me all through without any back up plan? Of course he was going to come over and I had been totally vulnerable at this point.Lucas was pretty much calm that I had not been expecting this sort of reaction from him. He was being respectful to my father in such a way that I was wondering if he would win the old stubborn man over. I have always had my way with my father being paved clearly for me because I was either throwing a tantrum or I was fighting against him. And that was the exact strategy I had been looking forward to sporting. Tormenting him until he had no other options but to give in had been my go to plan and I did not care one bit about anything else.I wanted to ask Lucas to stop but now he has mentioned Lucinda and my father was demanding to know if he had thrown me to her."Of course not, dad. Actually...." Just then, the doorbell rang and
Lucas It was beginning to show down that everything was going in different directions. I had not anticipated that Gavin would find out about us in this way as it would have been a more respectful approach when he was all healed and stuff. Right now, we had to make this decision because it would have been worse if he had to find this out through other means. He was obviously pissed at the moment as we kept trying his number until then, we gave up. I actually asked Abigail to stop because it was not working."Do you think I shouldn't have mentioned it to him?" She asked me."Well, there's no point dwelling in the past. You said that you're ready to fight for us and so am I. How about we figure a way out of this mess together?" I asked her."But what if he hurts himself?" She asked me."Hurt himself, that's not the kind of person Gavin is. He would probably be thinking of how to cut my balls and feed them to his pets. I know that for certain." I said to her and she smiled. Obviously, sh
Abby I was shocked. I had come home with pains and a heavy heart. Seriously I wanted to go drink myself to stupor but I did not have the strength. Lucas had left the office and I came home after work. My phone was ringing over and over again from Taylor and I was in no mood to speak to her. All I could do was keep crying in my room alone because I had a feeling that he was with her. From time to time, I would pick up my phone just to check and see if there was anything from him and her. Maybe I had been partially thinking they would finally decide to make it true and open to everyone that they were sleeping with each other. I just wished this was all a bad dream that I would wake up from but pinching myself and I realised that it was the real deal. I had successfully lost him to the arms of his ex lover and I would learn to live with the pain of the moment we shared.I was wondering who it was that was knocking on my door and a part of me wished he was the one. I wanted to see the lo
LucasI never would have expected in my entire life that I would be this shocked. I had gone there with the clear reasons that I was going to confront her and try getting her to rebuff everything so far. I mean, she had done nothing in the line of denying what was in the news and I was not finding it amusing at this point. So, I just sought to reach an agreement or something when she suddenly mentioned Abigail's name. I stopped for something as I had watched her while she was sleeping with triumph. She knew that she clearly had me by the jugular at this point and by the scruff of my neck which was a bad moment.I thought about the best way to get her off my back and decided to play with her."What are you saying? I'm here for us to discuss your little stunt." I said to her,She suddenly erupted into an annoying laugh that had me provoked."My little stunt you say? Come on now, Lucas. I had never thought of you to be petty as well as crazy. That's her name, the bimbo who you were defen
LucindaIt was time to get ready and my entire apartment was crawling with fashion designers. I had excused myself to shower before coming out to sit down for my hair to get made. I was asked if I had any style in mind but there was actually nothing. I simply wanted the best look that they had to offer. If I was going to make a debut, I was going to look lol. I had never been through hell while doing it. Jarvis on the other hand was really occupied with taking calls and she spoke now with so much authority as I could hear her declining some and leaving others on hold. Each time our gazes met, she would give a thumbs up to me and I would return a smile to her.She was right about one thing, we were back. No, I was the star here and it was my controversy that was the star of the whole show which means she needed me more than I did her. I sat down there and then one of them brought me a catalogue from which I could pick my hair. I did not have the time or energy for such things."Listen,
Lucinda Well I was in the mood at this point. To think that Lucas would ever embarrass me because of that nobody was something I never thought in my wildest dreams would happen. And I saw that look in his eyes. This was the look of a man in love and was not willing to leave that woman. He looked like he could actually kill me while he had been defending her and she had looked at him as I would my very first highschool boyfriend. Now, this was becoming clear that it was no longer a coincidence. I had met him the other day at his office and he was talking to her. The same girl was coming out of his office another day and I was beginning to piece it all little by little. Who on earth was this lady that had this side of him coming out. He was never this protective of me but I could identify when a man was guarding his own and I realised that I had a contender for his attention.I had seen the girl and I already knew she was very young which means that she would bow to pressure but I was
Lucas I could not believe my ears as she spoke to me. Apparently, we might have fooled everyone else but she could tell there was a sort of chemistry between us. She had not been certain but when she had mentioned that Abigail had been led away by Lucinda, the hurry with which I had gotten up was faster than usual. I could have made a call that the security escorts Lucinda out but I went there and took care of it myself. She also mentioned Jack and how I kept questioning her about anything that would bring him close to Abigail. In her own words, it was like a wolf guarding its own and I was stunned. All my efforts at keeping things discreet were beginning to fade away and I was only lucky she said everyone else thought that I hated her. That was a plus as it was bad enough that I had myself wrapped in a scandal but having to drag her into another that would complicate things for her was not something I wanted to deal with."But you said that I was treating her too badly. I mean, you
Lucas There was no best way to explain this to her that she would pay attention to. She was angry and she probably hated me so much that I could not even get through to her. I was observing her as she spoke, she had a rather deeply rooted pain in her and the thought of me being the reason for her pain really hurt. Just a few hours ago, I had been making promises to her and I meant everything I said. I had been ready to come clean with Gavin on how I felt about his daughter but seeing her right now and how angry she was, I started to take a pause. I knew it would be nearly impossible to break through and I would have to figure out a way.There was however one thing that I knew I had to do and that was make this right. I could either do that or convince Abigail that this was all a set up. I watched as she walked away angrily but then returned to take her glasses when I tried to bring her in for a kiss. Not because I was making light of her emotions but I had seen such situations on the