"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