Before Abigail took her anger out on her father, she forced herself to calm down and breathe. She readjusted her thoughts and realized she needed to be calm right now, or anything she said her father would be able to write off as her simply being irrational."No," Abigail said finally, shaking her head. "Dad, listen, I don't know what Lyall told you, or what he meant by them, or what even made him say the things he did." Abigail paused, and drew in a deep breath. "But what I can tell you is this, I am not marrying him."Adam was quiet for a moment before answering his daughter. "Why not?"Abigail was a bit taken aback by the tone of his voice.Abigail was sure her father must either be entirely blind, or absolutely losing his mind. Did he not see the way Olivia stared at Lyall? Or the way he stole glances at her back?And for that matter, was Lyall losing his mind? Who marries someone when they're clearly in love with her sister?And suddenly, she understood why Olivia wasn't so
Abigail lay basking in the afterglow of the moment she had just shared with Mark. She lay naked on his chest, his arms wrapped securely around her, and she felt like every difficult load had been lifted off of her shoulders.They had been laying like this for a while, speaking intermittently, about everything and anything and nothing. Abigail had lost track of how long they had been laying together.A comfortable silence had also stretched between them from time to time, a quiet lull that sometimes Abigail thought she was falling asleep in.Then they would speak again for a bit, and Abigail wasn't entirely sure which parts of it were dreams and which parts were reality."Maybe," Mark told her after a period of silence. "Maybe marrying a business mogul wouldn't be such a bad thing."Abigail felt ice pull all through her, and that serene silence was broken immediately. She wished beyond anything those words were just part of a nightmare, but she knew they were both awake."What?" S
Abigail slept the night in her old bed, in her old bedroom. And though the mattress was hard and uncomfortable, it was the best night's sleep she had had in weeks.The next morning, Abigail woke up without an alarm, and found herself in an empty kitchen. Her mother always slept in when she had the chance, it was both the best luxury she could afford, and the cheapest healing tool for her body. Whichever way she looked at it, she needed to sleep, and so she did.Abigail reached into the cupboards and poured herself a bowl of cereal. She then sat, curled on the couch with her bowl, and chewed peacefully.So different to how her mornings had been going with her father. There, she had woken the same minute every day, to the blaring alarm at her side, and showered and dressed in the best suit she could find, to have breakfast with her father, grasping on to the only few minutes she might have with him, before each of them taking their own cars to the same office.Abigail didn't think le
Abigail walked back through the grand doors of the Mansion, and almost ran straight into her stepmother and half-sister."Ugh," Charlotte groaned. "You couldn't stay away for longer than a day?""Oh, no," Abigail told her stepmother, "How could I allow you that satisfaction?""So you admit it!" Charlotte pointed an accusatory finger at Abigail, "You're just here to make my life Hell.""Actually," Abigail corrected her. "You do a good job of making your own life Hell, but I'm happy to help where needed.""How dare you!" Charlotte began."Stop," Abigail told her clearly. "I would really stop whatever you were going to say if I were you. I just want to remind you both of one thing. I am going to inherit the company, this Mansion and everything else my father has by way of inheritance. You heard him. You know how he's set up both mine and Charlotte's inheritance."Charlotte glowered as Abigail spoke, but didn't dare interrupt her."We each have our own account," Abigail continued,
Abigail stood outside her father's office door. He was always in here, she realized. She had never once gone to him in his bedroom, not that she wanted to, given that she had heard even Charlotte was forbidden from coming to his personal bedroom. There was no reason to anger the woman very capable of poisoning her any further.But Abigail wondered how he survived like this. How his entire life was only in the confines of two offices or a car. It was, more than likely possible, what made him the way that he was. Cold, shut off. It was how he lived his life, after all.Gathering her strength, she knocked on the door. And after a moment, she heard an invitation to come.Abigail turned the door and walked into the office."Abigail," her father greeted her as she entered his office. "I was beginning to worry, I all but sent my team out again after you.""I appreciate the privacy," Abigail told her father sincerely."I trust that since you're back," Adam began hopefully. "You have some
The next day though, as soon as Abigail came home from an eventful but tiring day at work, she found Lyall sitting in their living room. She started to make a beeline towards her room, but Charlotte stopped her."Abigail!" Charlotte screamed at her retreating back, and Abigail closed her eyes and sighed.Slowly, she turned around, "Yes, Charlotte.""You must come in and say hi to Mark, and relieve Olivia here so she can go elsewhere," Charlotte said pointedly, looking at her daughter. "She's been keeping Lyall company all afternoon."Abigail stared at Olivia and Lyall sitting quite comfortably on the sofa together.Why weren't they at work? Did they not work for the same company she worked for? Was there a holiday today that she was unaware of?Olivia and Lyall looked far too happy in each other's company to bother with looking up at Charlotte.So, her father passing on the news of the rejected proposal hadn't seemed to phase Lyall in the least, then. Abigail was both grateful a
Abigail found Mark standing by some rocks, not bending over anything, not studying the ground, simply standing there."Abigail," Mark breathed a sigh of relief, as he came towards her and engulfed her in a hug. "Thank god. I tried calling and messaging for two days and nothing worked. I didn't know what else to do so I just came here, hoping you would come."Abigail's heart softened as she realized Mark had been trying to get hold of her, and she almost melted when he said he'd just been outside, waiting and hoping she would come out and meet him.Abigail frowned, she hadn't felt her phone so much as vibrate in her pocket, and she normally checked it whenever it did."Oh!" Abigail exclaimed into the hug, remembering. "I went to my mom's house, but I didn't take a charger with me and she doesn't have one that would fit my phone. I mean, she would now, but she didn't when I was there. My phone must have died as soon as I left your place.""Look," Mark said, pulling back from their h
Soon, everything was on a good flow for Abigail.She was living with her father, visiting her mother often, and spending time with Mark. She almost had a routine down, she almost had an adjustment to normal.So she woke up this morning like she had every morning so far, and expected everything to go the same.Abigail showered and dressed and arrived for breakfast as she normally did.She should have known, as soon as she went to breakfast, that things were not going to be going as smoothly today as she had hoped.Sitting at the breakfast table was her father at the head, as usual. Olivia was still at the table which wasn't too unusual. Sometimes her sister went to work earlier than either Abigail and their father, and sometimes she lagged a little and went to work when they did. This morning probably just happened to be one of her lazy mornings.But what was unusual at the table, was Charlotte. Sitting dressed in a near identical suit to her and Olivia.Oh. So today was a workin
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