Third POV***Henry brushed off the ringing of his phone, determined to focus on his current thoughts. “I need to talk to Abigail,” he muttered to himself, ignoring any potential distraction.He looked down at the man on the floor, completely passed out and unresponsive.Deciding that he wouldn't let the man go unpunished, he finally brought out his phone and his brows furrowed upon seeing that it was Zayn who had been calling him.Henry didn't bother calling back, he knew that he could drop a message later in the day but right now, his only goal was to make this son of a bitch rot in prison."Hello Ahmed, I need you to come to Palm Bay Beach, you might need to bring a lot of your men cause I got a wild one for you. Make sure he spends the rest of his life in prison and never gets bail." The minute the receiver picked up the phone, he spoke with a commanding tone that demanded respect. The person on the other end was a commander general, someone who wasn't to be messed with.In fact,
Third POV***Henry’s lips pursed into a slight pout, his disappointment evident as he shook his head. "That's harsh, Abigail," he said, his tone revealing a child-like frustration at her reaction. Abigail's reaction was swift and unapologetic, her eyes rolling so far up into her head it was a wonder they didn't get stuck as she let out a disdainful snort. Her body language made it abundantly clear that she had no interest in remaining in his presence, her shoulders tensing and her stance shifting away from him in disgust."You’re the devil in human flesh, Henry," Abigail quipped, crossing her arms in defiance as she paused. Her annoyance was evident and she went on, "What do you want this time? I can hardly breathe in here. I need some fresh air." A yawn exposed her boredom, her tone dripping with disinterest.His mouth made an 'Oh' sound as he stared at her, completely unfazed about the whole situation, in fact he wished for them to stay this close to each other.In response, she l
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