"Please.. please grandma, give me another option. I will accept any other demand, I will do anything. Don't take him.. don't take him away from me." Abigail whimpered going down on her kneels in front of her grandmother.Mrs Weston stood up a look of anger on her face, "This, this is the reason why I have to separate you from that boy!!" She growled pointing her finger at Abigail in disdain."For the first time Abigail, you bowed to my will.. at what cost, for that man! He is a nobody, but because of him you are okay with loosing the company you worked so hard for. HE IS YOUR WEAKNESS!!" She screamed at the top of her voice. Mrs Weston sat down back calming herself down, "I won’t permit any sign of weakness in your life. Never." Abigail lips quavered, how could she give up Marcel? The one man who finally showed her what it meant to be in-love, he was the happiness she had come to grow fond of. "Grandmother, I have never begged you for anything before. I have never done that, so ple
"Abigail... why? Why??" Marcel stammered staring at her in unbelief, Abigail looked away afraid if she had stared into his eyes once more, she would cave in to her desires."Is either you or my company, and I choose my company Marcel." Abigail spoke softly, her heart wrenching. Marcel let's out a dry chuckle, "What about your happiness huh? It's not either me or the company Abigail, it's either you or that company.""The company is my goddamn happiness!!" Abigail screamed. On realizing herself she stared at the kids room door, thankfully none of them stepped out."You sure don't know yourself, not even one bit." He shakes his head disappointedly."And you know me??" Abigail laughed acting a bit crazy. She stared at him right in the eye, her finger stabbing his chest repeatedly then said, "You think you know me, you think you are my happiness??" She huffed."I never said I was. But you can't agree with me more that you were the most happiest in your life with me." "Shut the fuck up
"So you signed the divorce paper?" Hailey asked her brother seating across from him, on the bed. Marcel who was laying down on the bed.. staring at the ceiling, sighed in reply to his sister's question. "Marcel.." Hailey groaned. "Yes, yes I signed it!" Marcel exclaimed sitting up on the bed."Why would you do that??" Hailey yelled following after her brother who was already walking out the door of the room.Marcel halted turning to stare at his sister, "Tell me Hailey, what other choice did I have?" He asked feeling exasperated."Not to sign it." Hailey answered in a duh tone."She wanted me to sign it! And I can't fault her for that. It was either me or her company, and if I was her.. I would definitely choose my company.""You sure about that? You are sure you can live with the decision you have made for the rest of your life?" Marcel sighed plopping down on a couch, putting on his TV, "Of course I would regret the decision I made till the day I die. I would regret not realizin
"You called for me, and here I am." Abigail said sitting in front of her grandmother. "At least you could try plastering a fake smile on your face, and act like you are happy to see your grandmother." Mrs Weston taunts, Abigail rolled her eyes. "Why did you call for me?" Abigail drawled. She wasn't in the mood for her grandmother's grand plan on how to control her life more further."Have you divorced him?" Mrs Weston asked going straight to the point."If you wanted to know that, you should have asked me on the phone." Abigail rubbed her forehead tiredly. She did not drive all the way to her grandma's just so they could chit-chat about her love life. More importantly, she didn't want to talk about Marcel.. anything but him."I had rather look you in the face as you tell me." Mrs Weston shrugged."I’m pretty sure that your wannabes agent you got tailing and stalking every single event in my life, must have informed you of our divorce. But fine, I will tell you." Abigail had noticed
"Hi, Abigail. You made it, I thought perhaps you might have had an accident, or something worse." Mark greets, a fake smile plastered on his twitching face. He was angry, beyond angry. He knew Abigail loved to put men in their place, but the situation was different, she needed him not the other way around."Funny. Really funny." Abigail let's out little fake laughters, drawing out a seat and then she sat down."Here is the menu." The waitress said passing on two menu's to Abigail and Mark. "Thank you." Abigail appreciated taking the menu from the waitress, she flipped it opened and ordered for a bottle of red wine. Abigail knew she needed lots of wine if she would be able to stay in the restaurant for the next two hours.. max. "I'm paying, you can order the whole menu if you want. Do not embarrass me by just asking for a bottle of wine." Mark gloats, grinning at her."I'm also rich. So even if I thought you couldn't pay, and I wanted the whole menu. I would buy it, and pay for it my
“So?” Marcel asked raising his head up to stare at his sister, Hailey stared back at him with a confused stare.. wondering why he was so calm.“What do you mean, so? Abigail is getting married!” Hailey exclaimed. “Yeah, I can read perfectly and also I already know about this.” Marcel replied simply going to seat on his office chair.“You know about this?” Hailey asked surprised.“Yes.”“And.. and you are not going to do anything about it? You are okay with her getting married??” Hailey stammered, staring her brother in disbelief.“We got divorce Hailey. Besides, our marriage was never a real one. So please, give it a rest.” Marcel sighed opening some files that was on top of his desk. Hailey closed the file he had open, with so much anger rising up in her.. “Did you also divorced your feelings for her? Did you?” She screamed.“Of course not. But what would you have me do? Kidnap her? Would stopping her from getting married to Mark give her the company she wants so much in a platter
"It's your wedding day Abigail. Smile, at least if not for your husband but for the thousands of people that would watch your wedding and also the guest at your wedding." Stephanie said to Abigail as she helps her to adjust her veil. "If I smile, then it would mean that I am actually happy being his bride. I don't want to send the wrong signals to my grandmother." Abigail replied deepening her frown. Stephanie shakes her head chuckling.. "You are a lost cause my friend.""Anyway... I'm done. See for yourself." Stephanie announced pushing Abigail to the long wide mirror in the hotel room. Mark had rented out an hotel for the entire guest, the hotel was close to the church where the wedding ceremony would be taking place."I told you not to make me look pretty." Abigail complains, folding her hands below her boobs.Stephanie stared at her friend, feeling amused by her consistent drama. Abigail had refused to hire a professional make-up artist, cause she did not want to look beautiful
“Marcel! I have to go to Marcel, right now!!” Abigail shrieked, her whole body in panic mode.“Calm down, and I got you.” Stephanie said to her patting her back. Stephanie brings out a scissors from her bag, and hurriedly cut off the down part of Abigail’s wedding gown.“Stop what you are doing, Stephanie. Stop it this instant!!” Mrs Weston growled, marching towards the alter.“I’m sorry Mrs Weston, but if my bestie wants to see her man.. then her man she gets to see.” Stephanie replied dropping her scissors back in her bag. Somehow she knew it would come in handy and that was why she brought it along, just incase a certain bride needed to run away.“Abigail, let’s go.” Stephanie stretched out her hand, smiling at her friend.“No, she’s not going anyway. You are not going to leave me on the alter, Abigail!” Mark yelled.Abigail turns to stare at him, grinning… “Watch me.” She claims Stephanie outstretched hand, and together they ran out of the church, hailed a taxi and got in.“Take
"I can't believe you guys would dump your own wedding reception! We were looking for you guys." Hailey exclaims walking into the hotel room Marcel and Abigail were in. "Here is the clothes you asked me to get for you.” Hailey glared at her brother handing over a bag to him."Sorry, and thanks." Marcel winks at his sis, getting up from the bed with a bed sheet tied around his waist, he walked into the bathroom so he could put it on. "I have to say that I did expect this from my brother, but not you Abigail. Couldn't you have stopped him, the elders weren't really pleased with you guys absence." Hailey sighs plopping down on the bed. Abigail blushed, how could she tell her sis in-law that she didn't even try stopping him, in-fact.. she was in agreement with them leaving their own reception. "I guess Marcel and I would have a lot of apologizing to do after our honeymoon." Abigail sighs. "Yes of course, you do." "I don't really see why we have to apologize for being a normal couple
"Congrats on your wedding Abigail, and this taco's taste delicious. Don't tell me Reggie made it." Racheal greets Abigail sitting down beside her, on a seat meant for Marcel.A little bit of jealousy grew in Abigail's heart, knowing that Marcel had taken Racheal to street food location and that, they probably went there for dates a lot."Yes it's Reggie." She faked a smile, using her eyes to find Marcel. "If you are looking for Marcel, I saw him having a conversation with your grandma, by the ice cream and waffles stand." Racheal informs on noticing the look Abigail had in her eyes, Racheal did not need anyone telling her those eyes were in search of only one person, Marcel."Ohh I see." Abigail replied awkwardly. "Uhm.. I just well, wanted to congratulate you on your wedding. I will go mingle with the others and see if I can find myself a husband of my own." Racheal winked at her standing up then walked away.Yeah.. do that, Abigail thinks watching her go. "Don't tell me the bride
"What? Divorced? What do you mean you are getting divorced?" Mrs Williams asked her daughter standing up abruptly."I never loved Harry, I only agreed to marry him just so I could be far away from the house. But it turned out that it was the most stupid decision I have ever made in my life." Mabel voiced out blinking back tears."What do you mean you wanted to get out of the house??" Mrs Williams asked looking confused."Daddy had just gotten his knee broken, and he was all over the house with his angry nature. And you.. you weren't helping either, every little thing back then irritated you because you were the only one bringing money into the house, cause I couldn't get a job. I felt so cramped up in the house and that was why I agreed to get married to harry." "Ouch." Sophia let's out and Hailey glared at her.“I didn’t know I made you feel that way.” Mrs Williams voiced out, feeling sorry.“Well you did, I felt pathetic.” Mabel looked down at her plate of food.“I’m sorry my child
***************************On A Friday: Hailey’s school***************************"I can't believe my baby is finally done with high-school, and now wants to go to Harvard." Mrs Williams cried out, caressing her daughter's face, then she pats her hair lovingly. "Mum, can you please stop re-fixing my hair and please, let go of me so I can go join my classmates, where they are all seated." Hailey said frowning at her mother with great displeasure, today was her graduation and her whole family was here to support, including Abigail and the triplets. "Of course I should, but I am so happy for you child." Mrs Williams poured out hugging her daughter once more. "We are all happy for her mum, so why don't you let go of her? And congrats sis." Marcel winked at Hailey, helping her to bring the hug to an end. Hailey quickly walks away, while mouthing the word.. "Thank you." "Mum, let's go seat with the rest of the family." Marcel suggested, leading his mother to where.. Mabel, Sophia, hi
*************************Sunday morning.*************************"Ahhh, Marcel.. oh myyyyy, ahhhh." Abigail moaned her voice resonating in the hotel room, her fingers clutched onto Marcel's back as he plunged into her repeatedly."I.. think.. ahhh, I'm going to cum!" Abigail yelled, "Then do it." Marcel replied breathlessly, beads of sweat dripping from his face as he increased his pace, bringing not just Abigail but himself into full release mode. Sputtering all of his seeds inside of her.He fell down beside her on the bed, his chest heaving heavily. "If we go on this way, I might just become addicted." Abigail murmured laying her head on his chest."I don't mind.. cause I'm already addicted. I'm addicted your moans, the curve of your body, the way you moan out my name.. I'm addicted to everything." He whispered huskily biting down on her ear lobe. Biting her ear lobe was one of the things he was becoming really addicted to. Abigail felt something twitch on her leg, she looked
Abigail opened her eyes sleepily, she stared at the empty space beside her on the bed and wondered where Marcel had gone to. “Marcel?” Abigail called standing up from the bed, wrapping the white bed sheet around her body. “I’m here.” Marcel answered from the balcony. Abigail walked over to the balcony and saw him standing, his body resting on the railings. “Good morning.” Abigail greets wrapping her arms around his waist from the back. “You mean good afternoon, right?” Marcel asked turning around and placing a kiss on her forehead. “What? There’s no way I would have slept that long.” Abigail replied frowning. “Well you did. And I can’t blame you, after what went down all through the night.” He smirked at her, Abigail blushed. Her stomach suddenly rumbled, and she held it in embarrassment.“It’s nothing to be embarrassed off, after the hot section we had last night, plus you sleeping till 3 in the afternoon, definitely you would be hungry.” He chuckled, Abigail blushed again, “
"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
***********************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
“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