Abigail woke the next morning, absolutely excited. She planned to shower and dress before breakfast, since she wanted to get an early start on the project her father had set to her. She wanted to make him proud, a part of her acknowledged.But she also wanted to spend time with Mark, another part of her whispered to herself.And she had to acknowledge that, too. He was incredibly kind to her, he had done nothing but help her wherever he could, and Abigail was entirely grateful for everything.She got into the shower on her own, thankfully, it seemed that since the party and the whole dress debacle, those same nine women had been appointed, either by themselves or her father, as her default servant crew. She hadn't been helped or assisted by anyone else except them since the party. And thankfully, those women understood her need to shower alone.Many, many benefits had come from that night and Olivia's dresses.Abigail showered carefully, a voice in the back of her head telling her
"So," Abigail turned to Mark, "What about you? What was it like for you growing up?""Hard," Mark said. "But not impossible. It was really only difficult for a few years, I made smart choices, and I got very lucky very early on. And everything just kind of went from there."Abigail pursed her lips. He wasn't saying much about his life, and she didn't want to press him if she was asking too much. This was the first time they were properly sitting down together, after all. Where they hadn't just bumped into each other."I graduated high school with amazing results," Mark told her. "Got a full ride to college and business school. And everything got better from there."Nothing had just been handed to him, then. Sometimes, Abigail still felt a little guilty about her own position. Because while she had struggled and lived a difficult life before this, it wasn't like anything here had been acquired through her own doing.This had just been handed to her. Maybe, she mused, that was why s
Abigail woke up before her alarm this morning. A stroke of luck, really. And she began getting ready for the day. She was nervous. Even she had to admit that to herself. She was going to meet the Board of Directors. She would have to convince the people with the most power and experience in this company, that her decision and research was in the best interest of the company.She dressed in her best work attire, and had the same nine ladies critique her outfit. This, not the ball, was where she truly needed to be well-dressed. This was where these people would judge her.Abigail was sure she could have come in the worst dress imaginable, and they would have forgotten it, but if she came to work dressed in the slightest way incorrectly, she would be ripped apart.After her outfit was carefully and tastefully selected, the women helped her with her hair and make-up as well, needing to be perfect. Barely any make up was put on, but it made such a difference to her overall look.Her s
'This is hardly proof of anything.'Adam's words kept replaying in Charlotte's mind for the rest of the day. A simple dismissal of all her efforts for the morning.She barely heard a word he said after that, all she knew was that the little miss b*stard had such a control over Adam's mind that he wouldn't hear a single bad word about her. Even if it was in contrived, fabricated and highly distorted videos. The audacity was shocking to behold.And Charlotte, well and truly, for not the first time in her life, wanted to kill someone.She would settle for making a scene.________________________________________Abigail left work that evening, absolutely excited. She made it all the way to the elevator, excitedly messaging Mark all the details of everything that had just happened.Abigail had been wanting to message him all day, but she didn't want to be on her phone all the time. And she definitely didn't want her dad thinking he'd brought her here all this way just for her to be
The next morning, Abigail woke with a heavy heart. Today was her competition with Olivia. She'd managed to ask her dad to postpone at least till the morning, since she'd been absolutely exhausted after the day she'd had. Not to mention the screaming.But now, Abigail wondered if she shouldn't have rather just gotten it all over and done with yesterday.With a sigh, she pushed herself out of bed and headed to the shower.She had no idea what kind of competition her father meant for them to have. And though she'd always understood that he was comparing the two of them, that he was choosing one of them to inherit the company, it stung her just a little hearing it come from him directly.Abigail showered quickly, and dressed. But she wasn't in any kind of mood to go for breakfast, even if it was just with her father alone. She still had two hours before the test or competition or whatever, and she was hungry. So she decided she would call room service up with breakfast for her.She wa
Almost a second later, Olivia returned through the doors, looking decidedly different.She was both more controlled and less, somehow.Olivia cleared her throat, "Lyall is here," she announced.And like those words were magic itself, the room suddenly transformed.Adam sat up straighter and handed the earring back to Abigail, Charlotte immediately stopped her screeching and Abigail slipped the earring into her pocket. This might be done for now, and it might have no meaning later whatsoever, but she had learnt, from being around these people.And she would keep the earring for later, should she ever need it. Just like she had kept the little note Olivia had sent her along with her dress. "Mr. Woodtriche," Lyall greeted, walking over to Adam and shaking his hand."Lyall," Adam greeted, "So nice of you to stop by."Abigail thought she could sneak away right about now, with everyone focused on Lyall. She definitely needed to be anywhere but here."Abigail," Lyall turned to her b
Abigail arrived back just after sunset, having watched it with Mark on the beach. And she had been more than a little disappointed to leave it for home.Mark dropped her off outside the gates, refusing her offer to come inside for coffee. Abigail was saddened, but she understood entirely. It would have been a bit strange for a landscaper to drop his boss' daughter off at home.So Abigail waved him off at the gate, and turned and walked to the house. It was a bit of a walk, but she found she quite enjoyed it. The house really was beautiful, with the white stone and the most of the natural beauty of the grounds left undisturbed but cared for.If it weren't for her stepmother, she might have actually enjoyed staying here.All too soon, she managed to make it to the front doors. Adam, Olivia and Charlotte were standing there, watching as Lyall climbed into his car, and the driver pulled away. She breathed a sigh of relief, her timing had been just right."You there," Charlotte called
Abigail woke the next morning, and immediately reached her hand to cradle her head. She had never before felt a pain like she did right now.She groaned and turned slowly to the dresser on her left. If she moved slowly enough, then the headache didn't bother her so much. She turned on her side, staring at the pedestal. She wanted to message Mark, but she just needed a moment before she could move again without any pain shooting through her.Everything from yesterday went through her mind again. Lyall was turning into a problem, a real problem. And he seemed to have Adam's favor. Adam, who was completely oblivious to Olivia's feelings for Lyall.Abigail sighed. She hoped her dad wouldn't ask anything more ridiculous out of her. She actually hoped he wouldn't ask any more out of her at all, but even she knew that was too much to hope for, now.Without moving too much, she slowly propped herself up on her one elbow. Since that didn't cause her too much pain, she reached for her phone.
The next three hours were a rush of madness.Olivia, heightened beyond belief by happiness, had taken over every duty that Charlotte had been entrusted with. And pulled everything off with an amazing style. Olivia worked best when goodness and selfishness could be found in one thing. And Abigail marrying Mark was the perfect combination.Charlotte herself had been relegated to her bedroom, kept under watchful eye of security and wait staff. She would be allowed out for the ceremony, because her absence would have caused more harm than good, but then she would be taken right back, under the guise of exhaustion.Olivia also wanted her mother to witness this event, and Abigail felt she would allow her sister that bit of petty vengeance.Abigail was more than happy to allow her sister to take care of most things because she had something very special she wanted to do.Abigail dressed in one of the smaller rooms off to the side of the solarium. The bridesmaid's dresses hung in there, t
Abigail went to her bedroom, entirely drained from the events of the day. It was more than the one day, though. It was a backlog of emotion, of feelings she had refused to deal with, of quick solutions that had given her more heartache than soothed any real pain.And all of it came to the front now.Abigail wanted nothing more than to get into a hot shower, order some hot chocolate to her room with possibly a toasted cheese sandwich, and curl under her pajamas in her blanket. She felt she deserved a small amount of peace before everything that would happen tomorrow would happen. She still wasn't sure how everything would work out exactly, but she was sure it would.And because life was just not going to be easy for her, a hot shower wasn't all waiting for her in her bedroom."How dare you!" Charlotte seethed, as soon as Abigail stepped through her threshold.If she was being perfectly honest, Abigail wasn't even surprised that she was there. She was more amazed that her stepmother
Abigail found the bedroom Lyall was staying in, since the wedding was going to be here, he had been given a room in the House. Though, he had stayed over quite often before.Abigail was about to knock, when she heard two voice on the other side, clearly arguing."I have to do this!" Abigail could hear Lyall's voice, and Abby could hear the pain in his voice. "I need you to understand, I can't love you without this. I have to marry someone who can give me the funds to restart my company, anything less, and I have no worth.""I am happy with just you," Olivia's voice came through next, clear as a bell. "I know I don't inherit the empire, I know you have no money without my father's help. And I don't care!""Livvy," Lyall whispered, softly. "You will die starving for loving me like this. I could never allow that to happen to you."And all at once, Abby understood. Everything came together in her mind, all the pieces of information, all the snippets."And besides," Lyall's voice came
It was the day before the wedding. It hadn't taken them long to plan and had taken them even less time to put together. Amazing things could be done ridiculously fast when money wasn't an issue to consider.Abigail wanted to believe she hadn't thought of Mark that often, but the truth was, she had almost thought exclusively of him.She missed him in everything, thought of him in everything. He had never stopped calling her or messaging her. But Abigail hadn't responded to anything.He had shattered her trust in him entirely. He hadn't been who he had said he was, the entire person she had fallen in love with hadn't existed.And she had decided to move on with her life. Abigail knew she was never going to love Lyall, but then again, she didn't think she was going to love anyone else, either.Mark had shattered her heart, and more importantly, her trust. She didn't think she would be able to fall in love again.This marriage to Lyall solidified her position in the company. And righ
Abigail had asked her father for one thing, that she be allowed to tell Olivia. Abigail knew, objectively, that Olivia had refused to marry Lyall under the conditions that she could, and had been unable to marry him under her own terms. This had been Olivia's choice, before it had been Abigail's.But she still felt that she wanted to break the news to her sister.So she sought her out, and found her in the living room. Olivia spoke before Abigail could begin, excitedly about some movie Olivia had wanted the two of them to go watch together.And Abigail just allowed her to speak, knowing this might very well be one of the last times she spoke to her like this.When there was a lull, and Olivia sensed something was wrong, Abigail began speaking, beginning with the reasons that Olivia and Lyall themselves had decided on why they couldn't marry. And then began explaining Lyall's desire to rebuild his family's company, but unable to do it on his own.Then Abigail told her sister that s
Abigail hadn't seen or heard from Mark for over a month. And that was entirely by her own choice.She had asked her father to see to it that he was never able to set foot on their grounds ever again, and her father had kept true to his word.Still, Abigail wandered the grounds, unsure herself what she was searching for. But she walked the parts of the garden that she had used to ignore, she wandered through the maze, through the labyrinth and often among the rose bushed.Lyall found her often now. Sometimes she found him. Lyall liked the other parts of the ground more, the more cultivated parts, which explained why Abigail had never seen him there before.He often walked alone. Olivia, Lyall had explained to her once, had sensitive skin, and couldn't withstand the sun much. She also had terrible allergies, often keeping her indoors.Lyall himself quite liked the labyrinth, he had explained to her on another chance meeting, since it gave him clarity of thought. Abigail had tried it
"Mr. Woodtriche," Mark greeted stiffly, but went towards the man and held out a hand for him to shake. "And please call me Mark."Adam took the offered hand, and returned the gesture."Please, do sit down," Adam offered Mark a seat, and called for some fresh tea and cake to be brought."Thank you," Mark answered, sitting down.Abigail seated herself in the chair next to Mark, and he immediately took a hold of her hand. Abigail bit on the inside of her cheek to hide her smile. She actually found it quite enduring how nervous Mark was around her parents.True, he had relaxed a quite a bit with her mother, and she didn't really see that happening with her father, but it was still adorable to watch."I wasn't aware that you knew my daughter," Adam began, sitting back in his chair as new cups of tea were poured for them. "But, my daughter has shown to be rather remarkable and gifted at making connections and uncovering information, so I'm not entirely surprised."Abigail groaned inte
There was a lull of peace in their household now. Abigail wasn't sure exactly how it had happened, or how long it was going to last, but she was grateful for it while it was here.Charlotte hadn't gone with them in to work again, not since she'd caused the disruption to Olivia's schedule that cost the company ten million, and Adam had banned her from setting foot on the company grounds.It hadn't really affected the company that much, financially, since Abigail's unintended information had garnered the company ten times that amount in the same time. But it had been embarrassing to Adam, and that had been where the blow had been felt the worst.Charlotte liked company and the attention it brought, and she very quickly learnt that Abigail, Adam and Olivia had just started leaving the room she was in whenever she made drama. So she had taken to passing small comments, and leaving the major things alone.Olivia had warned her that her mother was only ever still for a short period of ti
After the whole debacle with Mark outside, her day only got worse.Olivia came storming into her office, banging the door open so hard it nearly fell off its hinges. She then banged the door closed again.Olivia marched over to her sister's desk, crossing her arms in front of her."I am trying very hard to remain calm," Olivia answered, her teeth gritted together. "And please bear in mind that I wholly believe this is not your doing, but I just need to be sure before I take my next steps."Abigail listened to her sister intently, and nodded."Did you really tell father that you're not marrying Lyall?" Olivia asked her sister."I did," Abigail affirmed. "I'm not marrying him, Olivia."Olivia nodded, "Dad told me the same thing, so that checks out. Next," Olivia drew a deep breath. "Did you call the head secretary to change any schedule around today at lunch time?"Abigail bit her bottom lip. She had. She'd been scheduled for a meeting with Louis from accounting, but she'd promis