***************************Sunday evening: Mrs Weston Mansion****************************"How nice of you to finally show up." Mrs Weston said as Abigail walked through the doors of her mansion."I'm just here to pick up my kids, grandma." Abigail said, sighing tiredly. She wasn't in the mood to have a scuffle with her grandmother."The kids are upstairs, but first.. we need to discuss." "On what?" "On your marriage, of course." She shrugged wondering if there was anything that was more important. Abigail rolled her eyes."I was able to calm Mark down and he still wants to marry you. We can reschedule the wedding for this coming Sunday, the only thing.. is that it won't be elaborate like the last one you ruined." She paused.Abigail was about speaking when she realize her grandmother wasn't done talking..Mrs Weston continued, "But anyway, we need to come up with an explanation for the press, on why you ran away during your wedding. Then for the earlier invited guest we would nee
"If this doesn't work out Hailey, I will kill you. Murder you, put a bullet deep into your skull, burn you.." "Woah, how many times do you want to kill me." Hailey asked raising her hands up, laughing nervously."As many times as possible." Stephanie replied, her eyes staring at her in a warning manner."Okay, relax. I can't promise you that my idea would work out, but I have faith it would. So instead of you planning on different ways to murder me, why don't you also have faith that everything works out in the end." Hailey pats her on the back, Stephanie snorts."I'm ready." Abigail said walking up to Stephanie and Hailey, she had gone to use the restroom."That's good, just know that if you have a change of mind at any giving point, I am right here to burst your ass out." Stephanie said with so much seriousness placing both her hands on Abigail's shoulder.Abigail exchanged looks with Hailey, Hailey shrugged her shoulders.. "okay best friend, calm down. I'm not going to prison, so
"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