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Michael's pov- Everything is going according to plan. But the main challenge is the execution. By the end of the day, our publication marketing team will post the ad on social media and in the morning in our newspaper as well. I hope we get enough books to get back our position. The rest of the things will be promoted by Taylor Swift's upcoming song. Now, we need their collaboration. I really wish that everything goes as per the plan. I will go home now. Then I will go to my Illegirl. I come out from my cabin and I fall on the floor. "Boom." I feel something is broken in my spine. "Ouch. Aah..." I am groaning and everyone is here. "Why on the earth are you mopping now?" Jack is here and he is yelling at the cleaner. My eyes catch the precaution board. "It's not his fault. I was in a different state of mind." What else to say as I was thinking about her? "I asked them several times not to clean till you are in the office." He gives me support but I am really having pain in my bac
[One week later] Michaels' pov - "That's how we will continue our next plan. Within this week, we were able to improve our share rate. But I want a proper result within the next 3 weeks. Because one the next month we have to return all the amount to our shareholders. Well, if we can show the profit I doubt they will take back the amount. However, we can't hope for the good side only. Every coin has two sides. We have to plan by thinking the worst." After the presentation, I am just giving my ending speech. "But how can we just get back to our position? Though a few businesses are bringing profit, the maximum is in a huge loss." The management team Manager is quite disturbed. "It's just one week. Let's wait for a while. Keep working harder, success will knock on your door." I end the meeting. "He has a point, Mick." Jack is also worried. "Don't think much. Let's go with the flow." I pat his shoulder and intend to go out. "Where are you going?" My mother's soul is inside him. "I
Michael’s pov – I am really passing the best moment of my life after Mom’s death. Everything is working perfectly. Today, we will launch our app for our Publication. Everyone is working with the best effort. I just hope it really works well. “What are you thinking, Mick? About our new app launch.” Jack is here. I nod and add, “Yes, two days ago that’s why you took my signature in a hurry. Do you think it will work? I am quite nervous. How many books are there?” Though I am checking, I am asking him. “We are launching 30 exclusive books along with famous writers' books as non-exclusive.” He is reporting as a professional. “Hmm. What about ebooks and paperbacks?” I need that update as well. “Ebooks are ready and paperback, we didn’t do that to avoid expenses. According to the demands, we will move.” I nod. “What about Abigail? Did you contact Ema? How’s she?” She left our home yesterday. “She is doing well. Why did she leave suddenly?” His question has a point. “I really don’t
[Head office of Pattinson Group] Michael's pov- The Pulse 360 channel is telecasting a report about the book Fragrance of Love. We are watching this. News Anchor: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Breaking news from the literary world has us captivated today. The publishing industry is abuzz with the phenomenal success of a recently released novel, "Fragrance of Love," written by the enigmatic author, Tuberose. In just two weeks since its publication, this masterpiece has taken the literary world by storm, leaving readers spellbound with its powerful storytelling and captivating prose. The impact of "Fragrance of Love" has been nothing short of extraordinary. The numbers speak for themselves: an astonishing one million copies of the ebook have already been sold, with additional 100,000-plus orders for the paperback pouring in. This remarkable achievement has catapulted the Pattinson Publication House, led by CEO Michael, to new heights, solidifying its position as the most succes
[1st month of book release date] Abigail's pov - I sat in my cozy study, surrounded by the comforting embrace of books lining the shelves. Soft light spilled from the desk lamp, casting a warm glow on the worn pages of my notebook. The success of "Fragrance of Love" had brought a whirlwind of emotions, and I found myself lost in contemplation, reflecting on the unexpected journey my life had taken. I had chosen the pen name Tuberose, a symbol of the fragrant beauty I sought to infuse into my stories. The world knew me as Tuberose, the elusive author whose words had touched hearts and ignited imaginations. But behind the pseudonym, I remained hidden, my true identity shrouded in secrecy. My thoughts turned to Michael, the man whose struggles had tugged at my heart. I had written the book without the intention of helping him, but of breathing life back into his spirit that had been dampened by business failures and a loss of reputation. But when I had approached him as Abigail, my tr
William's pov - "No, no, no. It can't happen. Look at the share rate. Pattinson Group is again touching my share—just a little margin to cross us. Today, we can lose our position. What are you guys doing? How did this happen?" I am yelling at my managers because of Pattinson's share rate rising. "Our share rate is not decreasing, Sir. But they are doing so well. Mostly, their two steps. One is a collaboration with Taylor Swift, the second is the book 'Fragrance of Love'. It's brought a booster to their share rate." I intend to throw a pen at him but I pause. "Do I pay you for praising their proposals? Or for submitting that kind of proposal." I want to break everyone's head. "We are trying our best, Sir." The Marketing Manager is bowing down. "I want to get the result, not try. Just go and do it. Pattinson Group was one of the lowest share rate Groups but today they are the leading one. So, go and do some work instead of praising others." I dismiss the meeting and come back to my
Abigail’s pov – Our performance is done. We are counting the collection by sitting on the bench on the spot. “It’s only $25.8 cents. You get only this after playing for so long.” He is surprised. “No, it’s so high as per my daily earning.” He is shocked. “Are you serious?” He is counting the coins again. “Hahaha… Yes, I am serious. If you count multiple times then it won’t increase.” I take my guitar and intend to play it again. “Are you going to play again?” I nod and start playing. I look at him and he is closing his eyes. A few people contributed to my collection in the hat. In a few minutes, my hand is aching badly. So, I stop abruptly. Everyone leaves just in a blink. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He is so worried. “Maybe I need time to use my hand properly. Yet, the hand is not so good. I can’t play the guitar anymore.” I am shaking my hand and he holds. “Let’s go to the doctor. He will give us some solutions or anything else.” He is massaging my wrist to fingers. “It’
Abigail's pov - I am really happy with him. He gives me a smile effortlessly. "Make me wear this one." He extends his left hand and I put the chain on his hand. Needed another spiral to adjust and it's looking so nice on this wrist. "It's beautiful." I chuckle and he comes to me. He gently puts the chain on my neck and moves my hair from the nape. His touch is giving me a thrill. I never liked this ever. "Done. It's really looking nice after putting it on your neck." He takes his seat whilst looking at my neck. For the first time, I am blushing for any man. "Thank you." And our coffee is here. We enjoy our coffee and keep talking about random things. "So, what is your next plan? Your graduation is almost done." Mick puts a severe line between our random conversations. "Now, I will check on jobs. Otherwise, anything I get first." I am thinking about what to do for real. "Why don't you join for an internship before trying for a real job?" I nod at his suggestion. "I can try that
Author's POV -[9 months later]As Abigail awakens, she finds herself in a rather wet and unexpected predicament. Without a moment's hesitation, she unleashes a resounding yell, "Miiiiiiiiiccccccccckkkkkkkkkk..."In a remarkable display of Olympic-level sprinting, Michael, wrapped in nothing but a hastily grabbed towel, races out of the washroom, his face an exquisite blend of confusion and concern. "Baby, what happened?"Abigail points to her soggier-than-a-sponge state. "Look at my state, damn it. My water's broken! Take me to the hospital!"Michael, in the middle of trying to don a pair of trousers and an inside-out t-shirt, pauses for a moment, contemplating the situation. "Just a moment, let me wear something."But his fashion crisis is swiftly dismissed as Abigail, with a hint of a smile, quips, "You wore the t-shirt's wrong side.""Leave it. You and the baby are more important." He hastily adjusts his pants and tugs the t-shirt to its rightful orientation. Scooping up Abigail in
***mature content*** Abigail's POV - I am flying in the ninth sky. My every ride and his grip on my hip. I fail to hold for more and cum again. I fail to stay on my knees but his grabs make me get into the missionary position and he is still inside me. He starts thrusting without any warning. I pull him closer. His strong biceps are my pillar now. His joystick is quite large for me to take. Still, it's a pleasure I wanted all the time. There is no manipulation or conspiracy. Only our love and us. He leaves my grip and gets on his knees. Our sweated bodies, heaving chests, and louder exhales are the witness of our pleasure. He brings his dick out and grins at me. "Let's take a 5 minute break. You are so exhausted. I don't want this night to end faster with our tiredness but to keep it alive till dawn or maybe later." He starts kissing me all over my body. I doubt he is leaving an inch to travel his brim against my skin. He again holds my legs and gets on his knees. "It's time for an
Michael's POV -I break the kiss and pull her closer. I make her sit on my thighs and take the ice cream. "Do you know? There is a unique way to have ice cream." I want to start what I wanted for a long time slowly."What is that way, Sir?" She has a shy smile on her lips.I put a little bit of ice cream on her chin and lick it gently. She quivers into my arms. "Mick.""It's my turn. You said that you would let me do everything I wanted after our wedding. So, it's the time. Isn't it?" My husky voice and her ear lobe. Just a perfect combination. I am sucking her ear lobe and she is releasing a slow moan."Did I say no?" I grin at her reply."I want to put you into the swimming pool and get inside you but that might be later. It's not going to be two or three rounds. Maybe the whole night." I am on her neck now. My grip is around her so tight that I will not allow her to move if I don't want to."Anywhere or anything. I am okay with everything." Our love is now at the peak of lust.I lif
Abigail's POV -Our wedding day, and it holds an even more special significance this time—it's our 3rd anniversary. Mick chose this very day for our re-wedding, and we've been eagerly anticipating it for weeks. Today, I have a unique wedding gift for my husband—a manuscript of my new book, 'Fragrance of Love 2'. I know it will light up his face with joy, and that's precisely what I want to see.As I hold the bound manuscript in my hands, I hear his voice calling for me, and a smile tugs at my lips. "What is my wife up to on our wedding day?" he asks, his eyes dancing with excitement. "I can't wait to recite our vows again. I wish we could have a grand celebration, but I respect your wish."He pouts playfully, and I can't resist the urge to pull his cheek gently. "Mr. Husband, I want this day to be special in its simplicity, just for us." I say, putting a quick peck on his lips."But after the wedding, Abby, there's something I've been patiently waiting for, and you've been using this '
Michael's POV -The morning sun barely peeks through the curtains as I awaken, wrapped in the warmth of Abigail's embrace. Last night was nothing short of magic, the kind that leaves you in awe of the universe, feeling blessed and alive. Her peaceful slumber beside me is like a painting, serene and beautiful. I gently brush a stray strand of hair from her face and plant a soft kiss on her forehead."Good morning, my love," I whisper, my voice a gentle murmur in the quiet room. She stirs, her eyes fluttering open, and a smile graced her lips."Good morning, hubby," she replies, her voice a sweet melody that warms my heart. She stretches her body, her bare back exposed, and I can't help but admire the graceful curve of her spine. But as I lean in to kiss her, she covers her chest with her hands, her cheeks flushing a delightful shade of pink.I can't contain my laughter. "Are you serious, wifey? I held you undressed all night, and now you're covering yourself?" I playfully tease as I tuc
Abigail's POV -"Why did your husband try to put my wife behind bars? How could I stay passive?" William's voice clashes with mine, both of us brimming with anger."Now you can understand, can't you? Your wife attempted to murder his wife. Wouldn't he seek justice? I let that go, so you shouldn't attempt to harm my husband," I retort, my eyes blazing with fury."What is happening here?" Ema, that cheating friend of mine, suddenly appears out of nowhere."Your husband tried to harm my husband. I swear, Ema, if you don't keep your husband under control, you might end up a widow, and no one can stop me," I seethe, my words dripping with resentment and disdain."Mind your tongue, Abi," she snaps, but I cut her off, a storm of emotions fueling my rage. "Abigail Pattinson. Address me by Abigail. You've lost the right to call me Abi. Besides, I would love to slap you harder, but if I did, it would be considered animal abuse, and I don't want to stoop to that level," I declare, my gun still po
Abigail's POV -Days flow steadily, like a calm river winding its way through life's landscapes. I sit at my desk, penning down words that weave stories of love and heartache. Fragrance of Love, my most successful novel to date, brought the intoxicating aroma of success into my life. Now, I'm immersed in crafting its sequel, Fragrance of Love Season 2, hoping to give the love it couldn't find in the first part—a story mirroring my own life's journey, finding its path to happiness.These past two years have been transformative. The catering business Chole and I started, now known as 'A&C,' has flourished under Chloe's capable leadership. Despite Michael's proposal for a business collaboration between our companies, I was adamant about maintaining our individuality. Our love might be on the mend, but our businesses remained separate entities.In this time, I've managed to complete seven books, each a piece of my heart poured onto the pages. Fragrance of Love holds a special place, its su
Abigail's POV -Two weeks have passed since that dramatic day in the heart of New York City when I gave Michael one last chance. It's been a whirlwind of emotions, but the most important thing is that he's recovering well. I've been dividing my time between the hospital and home, and even though he's eager to come home, I've insisted on staying by his side at the hospital.Honestly, I can't help but be a bit possessive. I don't like the idea of nurses fussing over him, even if it's for his own good. And, to my relief, it seems that Mick has noticed too.Today, I'm driving to the hospital from home. As I enter his room, I see one of the nurses talking animatedly with Mick, both of them sharing a friendly smile. My heart gives an involuntary pang, and a touch of jealousy creeps in. I can't help it; I just want all his attention for myself.Summoning my bravado, I stride over to them, trying to mask my irritation with a polite smile. "Excuse me," I say sweetly to the nurse. "Could you giv
Michael's POV -Pain pulses through my body as we speed through the city streets, my thoughts consumed by one burning question: where is Abby? I've tried calling her countless times, my desperation growing with each unanswered ring. It's as if she's vanished into thin air, leaving me with a deep sense of emptiness.In my desperation, I dial my father's number. "Dad," I say urgently, "I need you to call Abby and keep the line open for at least 30 seconds. We can trace her location that way."The seconds feel like hours as I wait for my father's call back. Every passing moment is a torment, and I can't bear the thought of Abby slipping further away from me.Finally, my father's name flashes on my screen, and I answer with bated breath. "Dad, did you—"But his words cut me off. "She hung up, Mick," he says with a heavy sigh. "And she sent a message, saying she'll talk to you when she returns to California."My heart sinks as I hear those words. I wanted to see her, to hold her, to beg for