Third POV***Henry wasn’t sure whether to apologize to Abigail or pretend like nothing happened. His eyes kept switching between her and his hands as he thought about what to do.He was feeling guilty for what he had done, especially now that he had just found out the truth.His mouth pressed into a thin line and he stared at her glossy eyes which made it obvious that tears were about to flow down from her eyes soon."I...I... Abigail, can we just forget about that, just do this for my sake, please." He layed emphasis on the word 'please' and Abigail shook her head, it was obvious that she wasn't having it.His insistence on having things his way, disregarding Abigail’s feelings, felt like a slap in the face. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks, as she processed the true motives behind his actions. How could he ignore the fact that he had banished her out of the mansion in the presence of everyone without hearing a single word from her?"I AM NOT PART OF THE BRUNDEEN, so...
Third POV***"Abigail! Abigail!"She didn't bother to look back even after hearing Zayn's voice, her shoes made a quiet tapping sound, almost in the same rhythm with her heart.The single tear that managed to escape Abigail’s control was a reminder of her suppressed emotions, and with a quiver of her lip, she swiped the tear away. Resolutely, she quickened her steps, her shoes sounding a hurried beat as she headed for the maid's quarters, determined to put as much distance as possible between herself and Zayn."Abigail, just wait and listen." Zayn called out again, though he wasn't expecting her to stop and listen to him, she surprisingly did.Standing stiffly with her back turned to Zayn, Abigail balled her fists, her body trembling as she fought back sobs. "What is the problem, Zayn?" Her voice came out broken, probably because she was struggling to control herself from letting all her emotions out.Zayn hurried his steps and only stopped when he got to meet her, he tried placing
Third POV***"It hurts" Abigail said, closing her eyes for a while and waiting for the pain to vanish as she layed on the floor.Snow moved closer to her and rested his body on her laps, snuggling closer."Look what you made me do Snow, but I'm not angry, I'm just sad that you didn't come to visit me earlier. Did the monster let you out?" She was obviously referring to Henry as the monster.Finally, she sat up and gathered some pieces of leaves by her side, she used them to wipe the little blood stains that were on her hands.After getting rid of the stains, she got up carefully, ensuring not to fall the little bunny that she held.She was about to pay him gently on his head when he leaped away from her hand and a visible frown lines appeared on her face.Snow was really naughty and she knew it, who was she to complain? He was her let and she loved him irrespective of his behavior."Snow, take pity on me. I had almost died a while ago just trying to get down that rope and you are lea
Third POV***Henry's grip loosened after a long, drawn-out moment, and his eyes met hers, searching for a reaction to his previous action. But as he reached out to caress her tender lips, she snapped, pushing his hand away with a furious scowl. The delicate curve of her lips had swelled even more since the kiss, and her sharp intake of breath betrayed the discomfort she felt. Her eyes, narrowed and glaring at Henry, could have frozen the world around them."You" she said, her index finger pointing at him. "Don't you ever try that again or else...else I will cut your throat"Henry ran his tongue over his lips with a suggestive, almost predatory vibe. "Well, you weren't exactly keeping quiet, were you? I knew this would be the only way to keep you quiet," he said with a smirk. "And don't deny that you enjoyed it. We both know the truth." Her nose flared, did he just say she was enjoyed the hell of a kiss?Henry on the other hand giggled quietly, it was a pity that it ended sooner."A
Third POV***Emerging from the bathroom, Abigail's damp skin glistened in the soft light, her figure barely concealed by a thin, damp towel. The fabric clung to her curves, forming an outline of her body as it brushed against her skin.Abigail's wet hair, still dripping from the shower, clung to her bare skin, leaving small droplets of water in its trail.Standing at the table, Abigail picked up the hair dryer. She flicked the switch with a subtle click, the motor humming to life as a warm, steady stream of air driedthe moisture from her hair."Let me do it for you, the Young master will get angry if he sees you doing this by yourself."Hazel who was busy admiring the dress said the moment she heard the humming noise from the blow dryer.Engrossed in the collection of sparkling jewels, Hazel's attention had been wholly captivated, oblivious to Abigail's arrival from the bathroom until she heard the sound of the hair dryer."Okay fine, just be careful." Abigail sat down on the chair,
Abigail's POV***The steady thump-thump of my heart echoed in my ears as I approached the door. Placing my ear against the cold surface, I held my breath, hoping to catch the slightest whisper of conversation from within.Through the door, I could hear the faint sounds of dishes and people talking quietly. I couldn't make out specific words, but I could tell that there was activity inside."Miss Abigail, is there something you would like?"Shocked, my body stood fixed in position as I cursed in my heart, knowing that someone had caught me eavesdropping.Slowly, I turned around to look at whoever that was, with my arms crossed and my face questioning."If I wanted something then I could go get it myself." Letting out a harsh breath, I turned back to look at the door, pretending as if I was about to go into the dining hall.My heart was beating rapidly and I could hear the silent rhythm, singing tic-tac-toc to my ears."You are still here" I finally said, not able to contain my words a
Abigail's POV***Despite my arrival at dinner, Grandpa Brundeen made it clear that he did not acknowledge my presence, treating me as if I was invisible. His dismissive attitude stung, leaving me feeling dejected and hurt, as if I was nothing more than an object to be discarded.I was sure Zayn and Henry noticed it too, but it seemed they didn't have a say, even after I have tried to strike conversations several times."Grandfather" I heard Henry speak for the first time since I have gotten to the hall."This is Abigail Williams, the mother of my son and your first great-grandchild." He pointed his hands at me and from the corners of my eyes I saw Grandfather look up.I felt Grandfather sizing me up with a harsh stare, as if he was trying to determine whether I was worthy to be among them. His cold, scrutinizing gaze made me feel uncomfortable and self-conscious.My heart almost stopped for a while, I could tell that I would get a panic attack if he didn't stop staring at me with so
Abigail's POV***"Abigail, just wait and stop proving stubborn."The click of Henry's shoes signaled his approach. I turned to face him, arms crossed resolutely over my chest, determined to stand my ground."How am I the stubborn one?" I lashed out at Henry, my words dripping with venom. "You weren't the one being verbally abused. It would do you well to tell your grandfather to watch his tongue, or he'll find himself in a heap of trouble with me." My voice resounded throughout the hall, making no attempt to soften it.For Christ's sake, I didn't care if grandfather heard me or not, I was tired of being treated like filth. I was also someone's child and a human."Ergh, about that; I'm pleading on his behalf."I scoffed at his response, they were both the same. Assholes! It was obvious that grandfather didn't like me.I did not know what I had done to deserve this treatment."I'm going back to the place where I belong, and I'm assuming you know where that is." Rolling my eyes at him,