"That was awesome!" Hailey and Stephanie both yelled in excitement, as Marcel and Abigail walked out of the production room."Really? It was?" Abigail asked smiling."Are you kidding? Of course it was freaking amazing!!" Stephanie yelled."Yes it was. And when you talked about how my brother defended you or how he took you out for some streets foods, and also how you ran out of your own wedding only thinking about him and not the company, or anything else.. all those, was the highlight for me. I almost shed tears." Hailey clapped her hands, excitement etched on her face."My own highlight, was when it was revealed that Abigail confessed her feelings first. I was like, wow.. I didn't know my best friend had it in her." Stephanie teased hitting Abigail slightly on her shoulder. "I think every single part of that beautiful love story, was an highlight." Emilia commented standing behind them. Abigail turns around, "thank you for having us, Emilia. Thank you so much." "Yes, it's all tha
"Momma!!" Denise, Elise and Maurice yelled running to go greet their mother who just walked into the house. "Hey babe." Marcel greets pecking her on both her cheeks."Hey." She replied."So... how did it go?" Marcel asked her as they walked to one of the couch in the living room, the kids already returning back to their games room."It went fine. She apologized." Marcel halted, "She did what?" "Exactly! That was my initial reaction when she apologized to me." Abigail exclaimed plopping down on the couch."I was expecting her to agree to my terms and help with the company, I just never expected she would apologize to me." Abigail shakes her head still finding it hard to believe. Her grandmother doesn't come across as someone that knows the word *sorry* exist."Wow. This is really shocking." Marcel replied helping her to pull off her shoes. "Oh myyyy, that felt so good." She moaned, as Marcel gave her a slight massage on her legs."Don't do that." Marcel cautioned gazing into her ey
"Why won't you go visit your parents?" Abigail asked standing at the door of their master's bedroom.Marcel who was buttoning his shirt, getting ready to go to his club paused.. "Hailey told you?" "Does it matter?" "I don't want to go see them, because I don't want my dad getting on my nerves, any more than he already did." Abigail entered the room, walking over to where he was.. she helped him with the remaining undone buttons in his shirt. "I am sure he won't get on your nerves this time. I'm sure your parents just wants to see their grandchildren, and probably make amends with you."When Marcel did not say a word she continued.."You know, the kids have been asking if you don't have parents and if you do, why can't they meet them. I really do think it's time for them to meet their grandparents." Abigail finished off, her eyes pleading. Marcel sighs, "I will think about it. But first, I need to head over to twenty one plus, and supervise the second opening of the club. When I ge
Abigail was signing some documents in her office when she received a call from Walter, her personal assistant. "What is it Walter, I'm quite busy." Abigail said tiredly, still attending to the documents before her. Because of the days she had been away from the office, when she finally resumed on Monday.. she found out she had piled up work waiting for her. "Ma'am, it's about the Ms Rachael you had asked me to check up on." Walter replied. Abigail rolled her eyes, "And...? What about her?""Ma'am, she's missing and somehow connected to Mr Mark." "What do you mean.""I don't think this an information I can give to you on the phone, also there's someone that wants to meet with you. He would give you all the answers that you need." "And where is this person?" Abigail asked closing all the files she had in-front of her, and carrying her bag."I will send you my location Ma'am, you can meet us there." Walter informed her, and Abigail replied with an okay.. then hung up. In few seconds
“Woah, woah.. don’t take it out on the poor phone.” Mark laughed mockingly, grabbing his phone from Marcel. “Wait, you did not really think she gave up the company to be with you. Nah.. she did that because the damn witch already had a plan cooking up her sleeve, and humiliating me at the alter was just one of her many plans.”“Where is she?” Marcel asked, his eyes bloodshot.. his fist tightened.“Who? Your ex-girlfriend or your ex-wife? Sorry I don’t really know what your relationship with Abigail is, seeing as the both of you divorced has been processed. Ohh I get it, she’s your girlfriend.. sorry about that.” Mark raised his hands up, his laughter getting on Marcel’s nerves.Marcel breathes out, controlling the anger surging through his veins, “Where is Racheal?” “Ohh, you meant your ex-girlfriend. I can take you to her.” He suggested shrugging.“Just give me the damn address.” Marcel said through gritted teeth.. he knew if he was to spend more time with the bastard, he might end
“What’s wrong Marcel? Why are you staring at me in such manner?” Abigail asked frightened by his cold gaze.“Why did you do that? Why?? She’s a woman just like you and you were okay with what happened to her.” Marcel breathes out in disbelief, he punched the wall next to him driving Abigail into a state of shock. “Just the mere thought of you watching that video and not batting an eyelid makes me wonder who the heck I had fallen in love with, you make me want to puke Abigail!” He screamed at her, his fist having an engagement with the wall repeatedly. He knew if he did not find a way to tame the building anger inside of him, Abigail might be the recipient of his punches. “Marcel stop, please stop, you are hurting your hands.. oh my God, you are bleeding.” Abigail panics, she reached out her hand so she could hold his.. taking a step closer towards him.“Don’t! Don’t, come any more closer. I don’t know what I would do next and who I would be doing it to.” He said calmly, his gaze me
***********************Friday; Prison.***********************"Why are you here?" Mark asked folding his arms on his chest, staring at Abigail with disdain."To come see you of course, and cheer you on. I heard you would be taking to court on Tuesday." Abigail replied with a smirk, sitting down opposite him in the visiting room."Yeah, and who's fault is that! We had a deal Abigail, but you chose to backstab me on the back. Just know whenever I do get out of here, you would be a dead meat." Mark banged his hand on the table between them, his eyes dead serious. But that did not scare Abigail one bit."How about you deal with your lawsuit first, before worrying about how to kill me." Abigail states leaning back on her chair, a smirk dancing on her lips. "Why are you here? To gloat?" "Nope, I was curious about something but now that I see you, I don't feel like quenching my curiosity anymore." Abigail shrugged her shoulders."What do you mean? Curious about what?" Mark frowned.Abiga
"Thank you Hailey, for agreeing to watch the kids for the week." Abigail appreciates as both her and Marcel walks out of the house, with Hailey right behind them."The both of you should spend a lot of time rolling on the sheets, so I don't regret it." Hailey replied grinning. Abigail blushed."Well.. see you on sunday evening sis." Marcel said opening the car door for Abigail, and then he runs over to the driver seat and got in."So.. where are you taking me to?" Abigail asked. "How was your talk with Mark?" Marcel asked putting aside her question, for some reason he felt jealous that she would go visit the man in prison, he couldn't understand why she had to do that. The idiot tried coming in between then, not to forget he almost took her company from her and also killed his own baby."It went well.. we kind of made up." "What?" Marcel cast a quick glance on her then returned his gaze back to the road.Abigail giggled at his reaction, "Uhm, I kind of found out why he hated me.. l