Third POV***The music stopped and the dance was over, but she felt frozen in place, unable to move even as the other dancers around her gracefully came to a stop. The spotlight was still shining down on her. All eyes were on her and it made her feel even more trapped.Abigail didn't realize that coming with Henry will be this overwhelming, the attention, the surprises and whispers from the crowd was a lot more than she could get used to within a short period of time.As she looked around at the crowd, Abigail realized that this wasn't going to be a quick ordeal. She would have to endure the stares and whispers for the rest of the evening, and there was no escape. Even though standing with Henry and gazing into his captivating eyes was a magical moment, she was nervous and shaky all through the dance.Slowly, Henry led her away from the crowd and into a more private area. Before the dance, Abigail had been told that they would be staying the night in this grand hall, and leaving th
Third POV *** "What do you want to talk about Zayn? " Henry asked, his hands were tucked in his pocket as he crossed his legs and rested his back on the wall while waiting for Zayn to say whatever it was that he wanted to say. Zayn looked around, although the place was quiet, he didn't want them to talk in an open area like that so he and Henry went into a VVIP room. Henry was sitting on a sofa, he leaned back causally before picking a cigarette from the pack. He held the cigar between his fingers, the end glowing orange as he brought it to his lips. The tip of the cigar was lit by the lighter, and the smoke curled up into the air. He seldom smoked cigarettes, unless he was worried about something or maybe he was bothered by something. Sitting down with Zayn reminded him of something really important. "Want a drink?" Zayn was pouring a fine brand of whiskey into a glass cup for himself, he had thought that Henry might be interested in having some and that was why he offered. B
Third POV *** "I'm assuming that it's a yes, right?" Henry asked just to be sure. Zayn brought down the glass from his lips and placed it on the table, he stared back at Henry with an expressionless face. Henry had done so much for him in the past, and he felt like he owed him. This wasn't a matter of choice, it was about loyalty and gratitude. "Alright, fine! I will keep an eye on her every move. If my boys suspect anything suspicious then I will make sure to inform you about it." Henry let out the breath he never knew he was holding. "Thank you" Zayn was about to reply when the door to the room slammed open, and four women dressed in lacy, revealing lingerie burst in. Each woman held a bottle of champagne, their eyes glinting with desire as they looked at the two men. Meanwhile, Henry spared none of them a glance, he was lost deep in thought. As they approached, the women's steps were sickenly seductive, their hips swaying with each step. They placed the bottles of champagne
Third POV *** The next day. Henry came out of his car, he had seen a little girl crying earlier on the roadside and he couldn't bear to see her that way so he hurried his driver to stop. He carefully approached the girl and lowered himself, his body bending at the knees until he was at eye level with the girl. The little girl's round cheeks were streaked with tears, her tiny frame shaking with the force of her sobs. As Henry bent down, she looked up at him with wide, fearful eyes. Henry's eyes met the girl's, her big, brown eyes swimming with tears. He didn't have much experience when it came to kids so he chose his words carefully. "Why are you crying little cutie pie?" His voice sounded awkward but he knew he did a great job of getting the girl's attention. She wiped her face with her little hands and turned to look at the handsome stranger who was squatting close to her. He looked just like the oppa in movies but that was less of her concern. "It's...it's...my mummy, she do
Abigail's POV *** "Snow!" I called out again, my voice hoarse as I struggled to catch my breath. My fluffy little cutie was really trying hard to make me go after him, yes he was a male. Snow came to an abrupt stop, he turned to look at me and I saw him lying quietly on the floor. "Are you ready to stop running?" I said, grinning as I approached him. I gently stroked the soft fur of his back, my fingers sinking into the plush white coat. He was very warm and fluffy also. I smiled down at Snow, my heart melting as I gazed at his fuzzy little face. "You're such a good boy," I murmured, my voice thick with emotion. I held him close as I walked into the kitchen, feeling a sense of relief that he was safe in my arms and partly because I didn't have the strength to run after him again. As I walked towards the main kitchen, I heard sobs from the room, the sobs grew louder and I stopped to listen. It was safe to call it eavesdropping. I stood beside the door and placed my head near it
Abigail's POV***"He is really cute, Miss Abigail." I heard her say and I nodded my head with my gaze still fixed on the paper.Slowly, I bent my knees and reached down to grasp the crumpled sheet of paper with my outstretched hand. Straightening up, I unfolded the paper and smoothed out the wrinkles with my other hand. The letters on the paper were a bit easy to understand, and I took a moment to read the words."Get ready to pay with your life and Abigail's."My forehead creased as I struggled to understand the words that sounded more like a threat.With my eyes still fixed on the page, I took a step towards Aria, my shoes thudding softly against the polished floor. I barely registered the sharp intake of breath from a maid standing nearby."What's the meaning of this?" I growled through clenched teeth, throwing the paper in her direction. Aria looked like she had just seen a ghost, her face turning as white as her shirt.Her eyes darted back and forth and I scoffed as I saw her
Abigail's POV***"You both did what?" I questioned angrily, my body vibrating from the shock.They bowed their heads down in shame and even though I felt the anger seeping through my veins, I decided not to say anything further.Instead, I turned and stormed out of the kitchen."Miss Abigail, we are really sorry. Please pardon us"Aria and the other woman whom I didn't know her name, ran to meet me and they were now standing in my presence, stopping me from moving further.I stopped in my tracks and stared daggers at them, giving them no room for explanation."Leave Aria, you have done some unforgivable things. Don't expect me to let you off the hook easily." I said with gritted teeth, controlling myself from losing my temper."Please just give us a chance to speak, we will explain everything to you. Please, Miss Abigail, forgive us."They both kneeled before me and I stared back at her with no expression on my face.It was hard to tell what I was thinking as I did not give room for
Third POV***Aria and Hazel exchanged nervous glances, they didn't know if telling her the truth would be the best solution.As far as they were concerned, they could lose their job and in return beg on the streets for food.That would make it easy for the loan sharks to get to them and their lives would be in danger.Aria felt her breath seize and even Hazel's face went ghostly pale. They both stared at Abigail, who was now holding a long whip in her hands.Ready to unleash it on them at any minute. She had a devilish smirk on her lips as she admired the long whip.Though she didn't know what it was doing in the room but she decided that she would ask Henry about it later. For now, she would use it on Aria and Hazel if they refused to cooperate with her."Are you ready to speak or are you not?" Abigail walked towards them, placing one of her legs on the bed and standing with the other. She leaned closer while resting her hands on her leg, making her exude a bossy Aura.This was a di