Right after her phone conversation with Ashton, Abby felt everything happened quickly. The next day, several police officers came to the Emerson family residence and revealed the evidence they had received regarding the case they had committed against the Anderson family.The only suspect, of course, was Amanda, while her daughter, Monica, was still unaccounted for and had disappeared into thin air.Gin read the headline news with a satisfied grin. Since the beginning, he had known many secrets about Alice, who turned out to be her aunt, then Ashton, who had been like a grim reaper for Amanda and Robert Marra, and Jude, who was the older brother of Tamara—Abby's assistant at the office.That was why they seemed to work together to avenge what had happened to James and Selena, and they became protectors for Abby and Gin.Abby couldn't believe how easily everything unfolded, and now it was time for her to tell Zac the truth. However, the news about his mother had left Zac quite devastat
Two years later...Abby looked at her and Zac's wedding photo with tears still falling. It wasn't supposed to be this way. She should have left when she first realized she was pregnant or maybe when she first started to feel different vibes in her heart towards Zac.He was too naive to get entangled in Abby's false love, but even when he knew that, he remained unmoved and loved Abby and tried to forget the crime she committed.Zac was a kind-hearted man who was hurt and took things wrong. However, Abby was touched when her father-in-law returned after visiting him. What was that sad look on his face?"What did he say?" Abby asked, curious. It had been so many times that her father-in-law and Gin had come to visit Zac. They even asked many questions, such as whether the case he was facing could be suspended with some bail. However, Zac strongly rejected their intentions."I made a mistake after all. Abby was hurt because of me. So let me serve my sentence as it should be so that I will
A man stood in the room, his glare fixed on the woman who stepped in. She didn't know what made her husband look so bad: a tightened jaw and a reddened eye looking at her intently with a bunch of paper in his hand. "Is this what you do to me during this time, Abby?" The man's question caused the woman, whom he called Abby, to widen her eyes. "Wh—what are you talking about, Zac? And what're you doing in my room?" "Just answer my question!" "Zac, what's it about? We're OK; nothing happened this morning. We even had sex and tried to fix everything. Then now—what happened, baby?" Abby eroded the distance between her and Zac, stroked his jaw, and looked into his eyes. "Is there someone who said something to you?" "No one told me about anything—even you. I just found out myself that everything we've been through is just a piece of shit to you. You marry me for a purpose." "What? What are you talking about, Zac? Was it your father? Or was your mother the one who told you this? She
Abby looked at herself in the mirror in her room. She decided not to go home and chose to get ready at the office because she didn't want to waste time. She couldn't be late because her plans started with this event. She stepped gingerly into the ballroom. Hundreds of guests were already there, mingling, and their conversations must have been all about business. Abby was tired of talking about business at parties. Except today. Because she was going to cast her net from here. If she was in a good mood, it might not matter if she talked to a few people—only a few important people. Others not. However, Abby suddenly did not want to mingle with anyone except for the crown prince of the Emerson family. She then chose a place in the corner of the room, deliberately keeping out of sight because she didn't like it when people with dirty business brains approached her. Who doesn't know her? A businesswoman who was one of the most successful young business candidates. "There you are,"
Abby was still concentrating in front of the large screen with diagrams showing the number and size of shares listed on the stock exchange.She would not miss the opportunity to expand her power in the business world, and she had to do it with a strong commitment. Especially now that she had a new rival.Meanwhile, other employees would simultaneously do the same. When a stock had good prospects, they would immediately contact Abby and purchase after getting her approval.This time, the enemy was not the old-generation Emerson, who couldn't even lift a leg without the help of a cane, but the crown prince. Zachary Emerson. Although to her, Zachary was relatively new to the field of stocks, Abby should not underestimate him."Miss Genovhia, stocks in the mining field have been raised. Which company are you eyeing?" one of the employees asked over the phone. "I think the candidates that I believe will skyrocket in two years are XYZ Company and Crakz.""Which one is more likely?""Both."
Abby left the room to meet Zachary, who was waiting in the lobby. She didn't want to be rushed and deliberately kept him waiting. It was punishment for his attitude that had made fun of her for her defeat at the stock exchange. When she arrived in front of Zac, the man stood up and looked at Abby with a look that she couldn't translate. Was that a form of harassment, too? Because Abby didn't like being stared at like that. "Sorry for keeping you waiting so long," Abby said, trying to be calm even though she was reluctant to make small talk with the man. Her main goal was to destroy by being an enemy, not by being a friend, let alone responding to the flirtatious behavior of male players like Zac. "Do you want us to talk in my room or..." "Wait. Are you the Abigail Genovhia who spoke to me on the phone earlier?" "You think?" Zac laughed softly, then cursed the stupidity of his question. Of course, it was Abigail; who else? "No, I mean... you're very different. A few hours
A woman had been sitting in her work chair since early morning. She couldn't close her eyes last night. Many thoughts plagued her mind. She was still trying to find whoever had caused her to be separated from her parents, taking away her childhood that she was forced to live without parental love. Abby could only sigh in resignation every time she remembered her life, which had turned into a nightmare since the arrival of the woman who claimed to be carrying her father's child. She still remembered the snippets of events at that time. She was 12 years old, happily awaiting the arrival of her younger sibling, who would enliven their home. She was thrilled because she would have a playmate. However, that happiness was instantly wiped out when the woman who claimed to be her father's illicit lover came with shocking news. Her mother cried hysterically and hit her father in the chest as he tried to explain and calm her down. The sound of things falling and things breaking into piece
Abby and the man with a thick mustache and a brown leather coat wrapped around his body are now sitting in the same place as a few days earlier. The man suddenly asked to meet again, even though it was only two days ago that Abby received the results of his work.Especially after Abby's defeat in the business war some time ago, the man happened to follow the news as well, making him impatient to convey the results of his investigation. A smile spread across the side of Abby's face. The bright red lipstick on her lips added a dominant and perhaps antagonistic impression to most people who did not know her background. The meeting didn't last long. The information she got from the detective was enough to point her in the right direction. All that was left was to plan the next step.After the detective left, Abby picked up her cell phone, dialed a line of numbers, and waited for a response from the other side. She justified sitting down, folding her legs gracefully, as if she was about