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THE TRADED WIFE The News
The next day, Abigail wakes up from a loud knock on her door, only to find herself sleeping on the cold floor in front of it while the bag still rests beside her.She looked around her room to realise it was already morning when another knock hit the door to grab her attention.She slowly got up from the floor to open the door, but before she could pull the doorknob, her leg bumped over her bag, and she looked down to realise the bag was still there.Her forehead's lines showed up, and she soon quickly picked up the bag. "I need to hide this bag before anyone notices." She looked around the room to find a suitable place to hide this, and the door bang turned harder. She nervously looked at the door and rushed to the cupboard's corner to hide the bag. After placing it in the corner, she adjusted her clothes and walked to the door.She took a deep breath to calm her nervous breath and slowly opened the door to find Martin standing in front of her door, a gloomy expression on his face
THE TRADED WIFE Runaway
Abigail changed into a bridal gown with the help of a lady, and once it was done, the lady could not restrain herself but compliment her beauty."Mam, you are looking truly a goddess.""I have make-over many brides, but you are a different level of beauty." "Now, you should see yourself in the mirror." Abigail, who doesn't care about her dress or this wedding, turned with a void expression on her face and looked at herself in the mirror.Her eyes first dropped on her fish-cut style bridal dress, which was not pure white but a transparent peachy shade. The details of pearls give a fresh vibe to the dress. The fish cut compliments her sexy, curvy body so perfectly. It looks elegant and, at the same time, sexy. As it was off-shoulder, her long swan-like neck looked tempted. She was wearing a diamond necklace to compliment her dress.When she raised her eyes further, she stopped over her face.She can't deny the fact she looked beautiful. The make-up was soft texture and done brilitaly.
THE TRADED WIFE Hiding In The Room
"God, please help me to out." Abigail was praying, shutting her eyes, when the next second suddenly, the elevator stopped in mid-floor, and doors opened with a 'Ding' sound.Out of alert, she opened her eyes and looked before her, but glimpsing, no one was outside. She soon rests assured and presses the button to close the elevator immediately. However, it did not work. The door did not close or move. She tried once again but still saw no result. Her expression frowned."What the hell!" "What happened to this button?" She tried to press another button, but the same goes for others, which made her feel anxious, and she tried to press the button repeatedly. The more she pushed the button, the more anxiety created within her heart. To be caught by someone soon."Why did it stop working?" Despite repeatedly trying, the button did not work, making her tense. Her hands almost shook because of apprehension, and she muttered in frustration, "What should I do now?" She is scared; some
THE TRADED WIFE They Meet
Byron walked out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel around his waist, and his hands were busy to dry his wet hair with another small towel. He slowly walked towards the dressing mirror and looked at his tan body with huge muscles where water droplets could be seen because of still wetness. He moved the towel from his hair to his body to get it dry. He continued doing it in his back, shoulder, and stomach and then moved to his arms when he suddenly paused to see something unusual in the mirror.His brows arched with seriousness while his calm expression got instantly hardened. He turned angrily and gazed at the long white curtains where he could see the small feet with red nail paints. Could not restrain himself but got boiled in anger."Who is there?""Come out right now!" His tone was filled with demand.However, when the feet with red nail paints did not move at all. His jaw clenched, and he spouted with an impatient, angry voice."Come out your own or else…." His eyes squinted, "I
THE TRADED WIFE Help Me
Abigail's room"Ms Lara, are you okay?" Martin looked at the makeover lady drinking the water his men passed on.Hearing him, she put the glass on the table and looked at him with apologetic eyes, "Yes, I'm fine, and I apologised; the bride ran from the wedding." "It's okay. It's not your duty to watch over her. Now you should go home and get proper rest. My man will drive you back home.""Thank you, Mr Martin." She nodded lightly."One more thing, you remember the contract thing. You can not speak about today to anyone." His gaze got severe."Yes, I remembered." She calmly answered."Good." He nods.One of the men takes her out of the room, leaving Martin and his men alone."What do you mean? She entered Boss Byron's room?" Martin glared at his men, "How did she go that far?" His expression got severe."She takes the stairs, and when we follow her. She hides inside one of the rooms. Our men informed us of her location from the CCTV footage room that they saw her enter the Big Boss r
THE TRADED WIFE Overthink
After the men left the room, Martin instantly dialled his Boss's number, and without even a minute, he heard a call answered by Byron, "Hello." "Hello Boss, Is Ms Abigail with you?" Martin's voice was pausing with tension when he asked Byron on the phone.On the other side, Byron glanced at Abigail before answering Martin in a direct tone, "Yes." Knowing it's a big mess, Martin raced his finger over his hair in frustration, "I'm sorry, Boss. I should not remove men from her door in the first place.""We will talk about that later; now, you should prepare everything for the evening. I'll be there soon." He ordered, and Martin understood what he meant, "Okay, Boss." "One more thing, get all the place clear until I walk to the main wedding hall." "Got It, Boss." Byron disconnected the call and threw the phone over the couch.Abigail watched that and hesitantly said, "So when are we going to leave this room?" Byron calmly glanced at her, "Right now.".."I don't know how much I can
THE TRADED WIFE His Identity
After coming out from the elevator, Abigail followed her gaze around to find there were a few staff only, and they were all busy with their own work. No one is staring at her or the man behind her. She felt dumb in this situation, which was almost 180 degrees opposite her imagination. Byron glanced at her from the corner of his eyes and smirked to see an awe expression on her face. Before leaving the room, he had texted Martin to let the Reception floor staff work. But they should ignore their presence when they come out. Everyone just following Byron's lead right now. "Did you see? No one really cares about your presence." Byron's word caught her attention, and she turned her gaze from all staff to him.But when a minute passed and she did not say anything, he questioned in a deep tone, "What? Are you not going to speak anymore?" "I guess I was wrong." Saying that she turned and started walking.Byron's eyes focused her back with a sharp gaze before finally starting to walk again
THE TRADED WIFE You Are Mine
Byron coldly snorted and put the gun down, "Let's Talk."Hearing him, she hesitantly opened her eyes and glanced at him in amazement.Byron turned and walked out from the hall, "Follow me." His voice sounds distant and cold.Abigail silently did as he said; she followed him until he stopped in the window corner, turned to meet her eyes, and spoke calmly, "I like your determination. So, I want to make a deal with you.""Deal?" She blurted out in doubt."Yes." His eyes all focused on her face."What type of deal?" She asked.Byron moved his back in front of her and looked out the window with a dull gaze. "I know, after what your ex and his family did to you. You wanted a revenge." He moved his eyes cornered to watch her action, and he noticed she was biting her lower lips, and her expression held aggression to hear their names.He looked outside the sky and added, "I can help you take your revenge.""And what do you need in exchange for this?" Abigail questioned. She was burning in rev
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THE TRADED WIFE The Kiss
Abigail struggled against him, but Byron grasped her tightly and caged her between his body. She felt frustrated with herself for being so disarmed by him. Her gloomy expression conveyed her displeasure, and she tried to hold herself so excessively to not hit him at this moment, using her elbows, which could simply kick on his centre chest. However, she knew that her one misstep could cause more umbrage only to herself. Byron never let go of being punched by a woman. Hurting her woman pride, she last time utmost submissively tried to request release."I need to go washroom. Please release me…" She tried her best to sound downy, but the harsh breath exhibited a different story to Byron, who could sense her lost patience at this moment. And he knew that if he still tried to taunt her, she would not stop herself from kicking him with her elbow anymore. She thought he could not see her inner plan, but he could easily.However, will that work? Thinking that, his lips spread to a broad,
THE TRADED WIFE The Tease
The rising sun casts a rosy hue across the morning sky, making the rays seep through the window to brighten the room with a shiny glow and waking up Abigail from her restless sleep. She rubbed her blurry eyes and peered at the open pearly sky from the window. Some way, the calm chill breeze coming through there presented a pleasing sensation to her cosy mind and bare body beneath the duvet. After a brief moment of staring in quietness, she discharged a deep breath in the fresh air and lastly attempted to move from her position, whereas her muscle-joint pain and lower back pain screwed her ultimately. 'Uhm' Her lips pressed together as she stopped moving and tried to adjust her muscles first. She unhurriedly tried to stretch her arms; however, she failed thoroughly to realise Byron's strong arms were faster, reaching to wrap around her slim waist firmly. And now his bare muscular body pressing against her stripped back. Sending an electrifying feeling all over her body.His sudden
THE TRADED WIFE Punishment
Her breath hitched when she sensed what his lips, hands and words were doing with her. Even though she's not in love with this man, she can't deny her body reacts so well around him, against her heart's will. And right now, no different. This thought gave her a goosebump momentarily before she gulped her saliva and tried to move from his lap. However, his grip tightened around her, making it almost impossible for her to move even an inch."M-Mr Byron, Can you leave me?" She awkwardly requested."What if I'm not?" His lips trailed to her neck as he whispered.Abigail's cheeks burned to feel his hot breath around her neck. "You can't leave anywhere without my permission." He further asserted, without waiting for her response, as his one arm moved to her things, and the next moment, he started sliding her dress slowly up.His slow-burning touch sent a shiver on her thighs. She shut her eyes, sensing his rough finger touch, eventually tightening her hands' grip around her middle dress.
THE TRADED WIFE Disturb
Abigail walked out from the kitchen and found Byron still in his spot with shutting eyes. After knowing about his mother, she first wanted to check on him but then considered it was not her position to meddle so broadly in his life. Therefore, she changed her way and returned to her room silently without disturbing him. Once she shut the bedroom door, she took a faint breath."I never assumed. My recipe could fit so much with his mother's one. He basically discovered it in his few spoons. It made me a little stunned." "He recognised so rightly, like he tasted this just a few days ago and not a long time enough to forget those tastes." 'She was my mom' She shook her head as she remembered his mixed emotions at that moment."I guess he is not that much of a cold person." "As he is the same as me regarding our parent's unfortunate faiths." "What a cruel thing; we both were luckless to be left out alone to face a harsh world's reality. I can see he faced so much to be turned this cru
THE TRADED WIFE The Meal
He enjoyed her boldness and somehow found her to be his wife; she should maintain this aura.Yet, he can't let her win, so he decides to break her strong bubble with the following sentence, "Oh, dear. You believed in justice. Still, you got married to someone who does illegal things beneath white fortes...To take your revenge? You should go to cops, not to mafia, once you were freed." "So, as per my wife, aren't you half of the criminal as well, just like me?"Abigail's eyelashes tremble as her hands squeeze over her dress edges like a wrong child. He said the truth, and this made her zipped out her lips."I guess we need to end this conversation, or else my meal will get cold." Saying this, he diverted her mind and opened the lid to look down at the pot to
THE TRADED WIFE The Argument
While entering the house, Byron locked the door behind his back. He first made his way to the bedroom, but curiosity stung him to find out what Abigail was doing there; without moving to his room, his footsteps automatically turned to take him to the kitchen entrance, where he soon could smell a homely cooked meal aroma, almost reminding him of his past beautiful childhood days when his mother cooked meal for him and his family.How long has it been since he smelled something this familiar, just like his mother's meal? He deeply thought inside his mind and made his way, stopping just in the corner of the kitchen door without letting her a sense of his presence there.When he looked inside the kitchen, the first thing his eyes landed on was busy Abigail's back. She was in an apron and moving around the sink area to wash a
THE TRADED WIFE Revenge
The gun was not loaded. It's empty. Seeing the man still alive and safe, both mother and daughter breathed in relief, but simultaneously, they were worried about what would be next.On the other side, the man opened his eyes in considerable shock, looking at himself still alive before moving his gaze at the unloaded gun and then at Byron with a doubtful, suspicious expression."W-What just happened?""T-This gun…" The man was voiceless and pondered about what game Byron was trying to play with him and his family.Meanwhile, Byron gaped at him without any hint of expression and boldly voiced even before his uncle questioned, "What?” “Are you astonished to be still alive?"
THE TRADED WIFE Fear
Maggy sadly sighed and turned to walk down the stairs to get in the car. She tried her best to speak for Byron, but after hearing Abigail’s point of words, she could only feel sorry for her master, who made his bride suffer.She can’t imagine if these poor, wounded souls could heal together or worsen with time.Abigail's eyes turned reddened with unshed tears, running back inside with a heavy heart.Meanwhile, In the dark room, the air froze around Byron, who pointed a gun over the old man with a killing expression.In front of him, the old man was shrinking with fear, almost peeing on his pants. However, Byron's scowled expression did not change. He was ready to pull the trigger.
THE TRADED WIFE The Hope
"Madam, please remember, I'm just one call far away from you." Maggy looked in Abigail's direction with tender gazes, who was coming to bid her goodbye on the doorsteps. Maggy's hand held a small suitcase while the car was parked outside the house to pick her up and drive to the main mansion. Her gaze owned a little sadness when the time came near for her to leave. She was worried about Abigail leaving alone with her cold temper, Master. At least, she wants to stay till her be comfortable around him. But she is just an old maid and has no right to do that. She can only hope her Master does not neglect his wife and treat her well. She wished his Master was serious about this relationship and did not break her mistress's heart. However, thinking could not change the reality that her young Master is no longer a sunshine person like in childhood. He is now the hot-tempered adult man who doesn't like someone to go beyond his words. Suddenly, the car horn got her back to reality, and
