Ivy confirmed her arrival at Zcity in the evening and assured Abigail that her father was getting better. She even got to speak with him but could barely hear any word he spoke. Yet still, it warmed her heart. The more reason she was bent on doing everything possible to make Ivy happy, including enduring Tony's sometimes unthoughtful words.
Tony wasn't able to go back to the office as planned, settling on keeping Dennis in Isaacs' mansion till the culprits were arrested. Isaac readily agreed because no one lived there at the moment and it would take some time to be ready. As soon as the culprits were apprehended, he would rent a two-bedroom apartment for him with a years' advance so he could pick his life back up. He had already settled his mothers' medical bills as well.
After Dennis mentioned the names, they were given to the Wrights Secret Service to be dealt with. As soon as they were found, information would reach him. The next day, he had breakfast with Abigail
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Throughout the journey home, Tony was strangely in good spirits. He had never exhibited this side to her before, making her wonder who he called and what made him so happy. He was clearly upset when he went to the washroom so what happened? Chaos patrolled on Abigail's mind and yet, she couldn't make head or tail of the situation.Offhandedly, Tony placed his arm around her shoulder, startling her. She creased her brow and shifted uncomfortably. Was he drunk?Plus, her actions only confirmed to Tony that he had a bargaining chip. The confusion on her face was just splendid and Tony loved it. He wasn't upset that she moved away. Rather, his smirk extended to laughter.Abigail was only convinced that Tony was going crazy. When they got home, she was about to open the door by herself when Tony said, "wait." Abigail stopped, even more, troubled when he got down and opened the door for her, bowing gently, "your royal highness, we are home," he mocked her.
Desperation was a moving van that made Abigail accept terms of marriage she didn't understand. To her, it was just a marriage on paper but the paper was mightier than thoughts or vocal words. What the paper held, granted her access to up to fifty percent of the Wrights' fortune, which she hadn't seen because the portion was covered. Ivy knew that if she had revealed it, Abigail wouldn't have signed. She wasn't an opportunist. Being oblivious to everything, her thoughts ran vicious when they sat next to Tony. The usual coldness and loathing that tensed up their partnership wavered. Tony drove with a light heart, trying to be slightly intimate, sometimes running his hand on Abigail's thigh while his other hand held the steering wheel. Each time, she shoved his hand away but Tony would put it right back till she stopped shoving it away. He was sending hints about tonight and she wasn't dumb to not know. Also, Tonys' words that the money belonged to her as well kept ring
Abigail didn't know what to expect when Tony dropped her gently on the bed, paralyzing herself with overthinking. She had never experienced this side of life, making her nervous, as she began taking in deep breaths to calm herself. She was hit by the coldness, being without any covering, warming herself with her frail hands around her chest. Tony instantly turned on the heater and realized that she was too tense. She had no idea how nervous he was, the fact being that he had never been with a naive and fragile woman like her. This was a new journey he was willing to take with her, bringing her into his world of pleasure. He dimmed the lights, not turning them off because he didn't want to make love to her in the dark. He wanted to see as well as hear her response to everything he would do to her."Relax, sex is delicious. It's something we are both going to enjoy," he cooed when he sat next to her, only in his boxers. His closeness and words only increased her nervousness ins
"You did this." Tanya's eyes roamed the garden, a delightful and satisfactory smile settled in the corners of her mouth while she confirmed with certainty. From the choice of flowers and gardening aesthetics, she knew without a doubt that this could only be the handiwork of Abigail since some of these flowers were her personal favourites. Abigail offered her a seat at the patio while she instructed one of the maids to make them coffee. "How can you tell so quickly?" Abigail asked, blinking back her tears. Their bond was just great. Tanya rolled her eyes, "are you truly asking? Those water lilies in the pond, I told you I loved them when we went to the national garden and the fountain, I told you they told silent stories and the..." "I know, but what happened to you?" Abigail cut her off and asked. Every flower she used and every decorative item had a story attached to it. That was what made her work special but she could see through Tanya's smile and lovable personality that somethi
Abigail didn't want Tony to get involved. This was her revenge. Her father's return in good health would be her first step so what sweetness would remain if Tony did that for her? Moreover, Tony would never let it slide if she explained therefore, she remained quiet. "Do you want me to force you? I can do that," he moved strands of wet hair from her neck and said in a deep voice.Abigail was nervous. How could she get his mind off this finding? Her stepmother had meant to stab her father in his sleep and she protected him with her body, the pain was all she felt before blacking out. When she woke up, the story had changed. A thief got into the house looking for an escape route after being caught, barged into her father's room. From the fear shadowing him that he could wake up and get him arrested, he was about to stab him when Abigail threw her body over his.The thief had escaped before her stepmother barged in to save the situation. That was what her father was
This was the first Saturday Tony spent on the same bed with Abigail, and the longest they both slept. They had spent the night exploring each others' bodies, till sleep stole them. They were still bleak about what they felt for each other but at least, they had found the happiness they both thought was impossible. The ring sound of Tonys' phone brought him out of his deep sleep. Grabbing it by the lampstand, he muted it before crawling gently out of bed, draping a towel robe over his sizzling naked sexy body. In order not to wake Abigail, he went to the balcony to answer the call, his mouth opening wide with the breathtaking view. Instantly, he knew the brain behind the amazing transformation. He hadn't seen all these because back then, he was busy being dirty while Abigail was busy keeping the villa. Thinking through it, he was saddened by how he hated her before. He couldn't trace the cause of his hatred towards her at the early stages to anything mean
Abigail was in the middle of her makeover when her phone rang. Tanya removed it from her purse for her and she swiped the answer button. "Madam, sir has refused to eat the food and he said that you know why." Abigail broke out in cold sweats. Of course, she knew why. If lunch wasn't delivered by her, then Tony was going to starve. It was as simple as that and she couldn't believe he would still hold it against her even when she was out with his knowledge. "Can you be a little faster?" she pleaded with the beautician. She didn't know that this was going to take so much time. Tanya had recommended a specialist to take care of her hair since it was in very bad shape. Now, it looked as if she just had a hair transplant. She finished and left her shop to that of the make artist. Just walking from one shop to the other after having her hair washed, dyed and blow-dried with some other specialist treatments, Abigail had unknowingly caused a car crash so what was going
If Tony was surprised, then that was an understatement. He was used to women wanting more from him but never for once did he expect it this early from the woman who was clothed in so much innocence. Restfully, it erased his fears. The fear that she might not be enough for him because of her inability to meet up with his high libido. He could work three women through the night and still have reserved energy for more. Now, he didn't have to restrict the sex monster inside of him. They were both going to enjoy it. "Be careful what you ask for. I don't want you to get crippled," he said when she got on her feet, limping slightly towards the washroom, returning with a wet tissue and began wiping the little bloodstain on the leather seat. That was her innocence taken by him. His eyes darkened, as he ambled close to her. Kneeling beside her, he took the tissue from her hand. She let out that wonderful sweet smile, "who said I will be crippled? Maybe you aren't up to
Brian chuckled and explained, “No. I’m just afraid. What if she had fought back or hit you with something?” Kisha was about to say that no one could defeat her in a fight but then, Brian added, “Or what if you got injured or fell? Don’t forget that you might be pregnant and not know it.” Seeing the direction of the conversation and the level of care in his voice, she was filled with remorse. Indeed, violence never pays. “I will control my temper better next time,” she vowed but Brian shook his head, extending her yard of confusion. “I’m not saying that you should not defend yourself or let people walk over you. What I mean to say is, if you want to hit someone, call me to do it for you. I will hate myself for you getting injured because I could not protect you,” he said with a sad countenance. Kisha smiled and replied, “I get it.” A month later, Brian went with Kisha to Kalen’s wedding. A day after, they were invited to dinner by their parents but it was hosted by Tony and Abigail.
“I want her fired. I don’t care about the nasty things she said to me but for her to call Aunt Abigail a housewife, enjoying Uncle Tony’s hard-earned money as a stay-at-home wife, I can’t bring myself to forgive or see her working in this company ever again,” Kisha explained painfully. Abigail was one of the women she respected so much even when she didn’t know that she would one day be getting married to her son. Seeing the seriousness and anger in her tone, Brian was upset that Linda had the guts to speak to Kisha like that but also, she involved his mother. From the chilliness emitted by the president when he was addressing Linda, even the managers were on edge in their seats. “You said that about my mother?” Brian asked in a low growl, staring daggers at the battered face that had turned extremely ugly. “And what did you call my wife?” His voice tone was becoming dangerous, as he tried to suppress his fury. “I…. I…. Mr.….” Linda was finding it hard to form a sentence from Brian
Kisha calmed herself. If anything, she did not want to cause Brian any form of embarrassment “Is there anything wrong with that? Companies reshuffle every time and you seem to be stuck in the same position for two years. You should be happy that I put in a word for you,” she leveraged, not refusing the accusation against her. Linda was distressed. She only guessed but it turned out to be true. Being Brian’s secretary was her only way of getting close to him. She’s been at it for the past two years and was not ready to give up. “I might just be a secretary but I am paid better than most people,” she said directly, hinting that she did not appreciate Kisha’s so-called help. Kisha stared at her with revolt. “Is that so?” she asked with feigned seriousness. “How about I ask Brian to give you a 20% raise?” She asked again. “Will that be enough? Look, I’m being nice because, in a way, you feel inconvenienced,” Kisha concluded. Seeing that her first plan was not working, and Kisha was not
Kisha boarded a taxi to Brian’s office. Since it was her first time there, she was a little lost. Luckily, she met the receptionist who recalled her from their wedding pictures online. “Mrs. Wright, how may I help you?” She let out a kind smile and asked. Kisha smiled back, saying, “I am here to see Brian.” “I have not seen him leave, which means he is in his office but his secretary should know more,” The receptionist said, as she glanced at the secretary’s office, which was transparent due to the glass compartment. Seeing it was not occupied, she leveraged, “That is Mr. Wright’s office but I don’t know where his secretary is. Perhaps to serve his morning coffee.” Hearing morning coffee, Kisha’s heart twitched a little. “Thank you,” she said to the receptionist, and without knocking, she opened the secretary’s office door, and went through to Brian’s. Indeed, Linda was serving Brian’s coffee, and seeing Kisha, Brian smiled. Linda did not know that someone had walked into the offic
“Mrs. Wright, I must say that you are a very stunning woman but what a bad choice you have for a husband,” Mr. Bennette said as soon as Brian walked out. Kisha raged. “Are you talking to me?” She grimaced and asked. Mr. Bennette found it cute the way she was acting hard to get. He said slowly, “It’s just the two of us here and like I was saying, I am wondering your reason for marrying him. If it’s money, then I’m equally rich.” Kisha’s lips pursed. Every respect she had for this man from before dropped to zero degrees. He was very attractive but lacked dignity. Perhaps if he knew who she was, he might think twice and not act like a fool anymore. “My father is Isaac Newton and I am the head of the Engineers Corporation. Do you still think that I married Brian because of money?” She asked with a serious unwavering gaze. Mr. Bennette froze a little. The next moment, he said, “Sorry, I misread that part but then, you are in love with him. I feel sorry for you but I am still available.
“Isn’t it too much? You must be tired after last night and what happened to the maids?” Brian hugged Kisha from the back and asked in a deep desirous voice. Kisha giggled and responded whilst platting, “I sent some of them to get groceries and the others to the garden. I just don’t want any of them walking around for a while.” Brian’s lips planted kisses around her ears before he sucked on her neck. “It smells delicious.” Kisha smiled tightly but did not respond when Brian asked again, “What about work?” “I called to inform them that I’d be late. So, we should eat now,” she said and carried the tray of good-looking lasagna, recalling how terrible it was when they tried to do it together before. “I called your mum to guide me through it but I’m not sure if it tastes like hers,” Kisha said with a sorry expression when Brian paused after chewing and swallowing a bite of the lasagna. She could not tell whether or not he liked it. Brian looked into her eyes and said, “You don’t have
Arriving at the villa, Kisha dragged Brian to his bedroom. When the door pushed open, her jaw dropped, and she froze. “Hey, you cheated. This is bigger and more luxurious than my room,” she nagged. Brian chuckled. How was it his fault when she refused to share their room and settled for another? “It's for the two of us but you didn’t want to share,” he said softly, not wanting her to feel more guilty than she already was. He wrapped his hand around her waist from behind and she turned to face him as he asked, “So, did you mean everything you said earlier?” Kisha pulled away and his eyes dulled. The next moment, she went around him and closed the door, locking it securely. Light returned to Brian’s eyes as he saw her admiring the room. He saw how her eyes dimed when she saw female clothes in the closet. The next moment, her pretty face contoured with a frown. “Yes, I meant it when you promised not to see other women. Perhaps I made a mistake,” she said in a saddened voice, while she
Kisha stilled for a second before processing the information. She felt like she was in a daze when she left the meeting without a word to her managers and drove to the hospital. Even when her secretary thought of driving her there, she had already left. Reaching the hospital, she was ushered to the doctor’s office as soon as she mentioned her name. “Why has it taken you so long to come?” The doctor asked. Kisha was slightly guilty, looking down, and said defensively, “I came as soon as I heard the news.” The doctor did not accept the excuse. The first person he expected to see after the accident was Kisha but she was rather the last to arrive. “The hospital called you with Brian’s number hours before then. Your number was on the speed dial when we needed to contact a relative. His parents and yours left an hour ago and said they would be back in the evening,” the doctor explained accusingly. Kisha’s guilt increased. Even her parents knew and she didn't. She wondered why they did not
As the days went by, Brian would call Kisha to check on her and if she refused to answer his call and did not return them after an hour or two, he would drive to the corporation. He was so pushy that he became a member of the corporation and no longer a visitor. Brian would always be in her office unannounced. The more she tried to push him away, the closer he got until Kisha began to accept the fact that Brian would always be a part of her life. She contributed little to nothing to the wedding but Brian had gotten to know her favorite things from her Aunty Rita in Zcity, and communicated them to his mother Abigail, who was the wedding planner, ensuring that everything went well. Betty, Brian’s twin sister, flew from Europe with her husband and daughter to attend the wedding, which was one of the most lavish in Mcity. Rita traveled from Zcity and the way she bonded with Kisha, arose a few jealous strings in Tanya. She was conflicted within herself if it was right