Michael's POV -Five days have passed since Dad's discharge from the hospital. During those days, I had the chance to see Abigail when she visited him. Each fleeting moment with her was like a bittersweet taste of the past, a reminder of what I had lost. Now, those moments would be gone, and I couldn't bring myself to reach out to her.After dinner, I find myself drawn to Abigail's study table, surrounded by all the things she loves. I had kept her favorite items here for all these months, a silent tribute to the love I had allowed to slip away. I touch each item with a mixture of love and regret as if by doing so, I can somehow turn back time.Unable to sign the divorce papers, I open a drawer and discover a collection of diaries, each one engraved with a number, from 1 to 9. Abigail's diaries, I assume. It feels wrong to invade her privacy, but a longing to understand her more fully overcomes me.The diary opens to a page when she was just eight years old. Her words paint a picture o
William's POV -My knuckles tighten around the steering wheel as I speed toward home. Today, I'll make Abigail mine, and she won't be able to deny it, not with the contract hanging over her head. It's not what I wanted, not how I envisioned winning her, but now, I see no other choice. Michael knows the truth, and I can't allow him to have a second chance with her. Abigail is meant to be mine, and I'll do whatever it takes to ensure that.My mind churns with a toxic mix of anger and frustration, Ema's face haunting my thoughts like a specter. The truth has a way of unraveling even the best-laid plans, and I can't afford to let Michael interfere with what I've worked so hard to achieve.I storm through the front door, my impatience and fury simmering beneath the surface. But as I step into Abigail's room, all words escape me. There she is, on the floor, groaning in pain, her hands clutching her head as if trying to contain some unbearable agony.My anger dissipates instantly, replaced by
Michael's POV -Chloe's response is like an icy dagger to my heart. "She's better, as I told you earlier, don't worry." Her tone is distant, and I can feel the weight of their collective resentment pressing down on me. It's a burden I've earned through my own actions, and honestly, it's one I share.Desperation seizes me, and I can't help but plead with Chloe, "Can I see her for once?"Her gaze doesn't meet mine as she twirls her fork through a plate of noodles. "No, you can't. No one can go in there. I've only seen her through video calls. After all these months, I saw her for the first time at my wedding, and then it was because of Uncle's medical reasons."I'm filled with an overwhelming urge to connect with Abigail, to see her face, to hear her voice, even if it's just through a screen. "Then call her, please. I won't come in front of the camera. I just want to see her for once. And whoever is with her, can you ask them to massage her thighs? It might make her feel better." My voic
Michael's POV -As I wait a little distance away from William's home, I can feel my heart pounding with anticipation. The driver has given me the signal, and now I'm just waiting for the green light to proceed. "I'm coming, Abby," I whisper under my breath. "And it's a promise to you that you'll be free from that contract soon. Whether you forgive me or not, I won't let you suffer for my mistakes."A message pops up on my phone, interrupting my thoughts. 'Sir, it's time to come to the gate. And did you wear a white shirt and black pants?' I respond with a quick affirmative, 'Yes, I am coming,' before making my way towards the entrance.The driver greets me with a faint smile. "Sir, you should wear a more ordinary attire. You look too expensive to be just a staff member."I grimace, realizing that my extravagant outfit might draw unwanted attention. "Will they recognize me?"The driver shrugs. "Maybe not." With that, we begin our approach. He hands me an ID card, which I hang around my
Abigail's POV -The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. I slowly open my eyes, my body aching with fatigue. The throbbing pain in my head still lingers, a constant reminder of the torment I've endured.As I shift in bed, I'm greeted by an unexpected sensation—a familiar fragrance that dances in the air around me. My heart skips a beat as I inhale deeply, recognizing that unique scent.Mick?For a moment, I allow myself to believe the impossible. Could he really be here, standing beside me? Is it possible that he's had a change of heart, that he regrets the harsh words he hurled at me, the accusations that tore us apart?But then reality crashes in like a tidal wave, washing away my fragile hope. How can Mick be here, when it was he who alleged me to be a whore? When it was he who asked for the separation, who shattered my world with his accusation of betrayal?The memories of that painful night flood back, each word he spoke piercing my hear
***mature content*** Third Person's POV - William's world has crumbled with the news of Jullie's death. He wouldn't dare to visit the baby and asked Abigail to handle the last rites. He feels like a lost soul, drowning in sorrow. Ema, always the one to console, is by his side. He turns to the bottle, seeking solace at the bottom of a glass. Amidst the haze of alcohol, he confides in Ema. "I never treated Jullie well," he mumbled, guilt and regret gnawing at him. Ema, ever-compassionate, tries to offer some comfort. "We all have our moments, William. What matters is that you acknowledge it." He takes another swig from the bottle, feeling the numbness creeping in. "I should have been better." Ema places a hand on his shoulder. "You can still do something for her, William. Spend time with the baby. Jullie might find some peace wherever she is." Nodding, he drains the glass, his control slipping away. He staggers to his car, the thought of Abigail and the baby boy flickering in his
Abigail's POV - He returns to the room with so many things in his hand. He moves closer to me, his shadow covers me, He then spreads the items on the bed, a blindfold, handcuffs, and a VIBRATOR. He picks me up, I try to struggle from his grip but he holds my abdomen and pin me on the bed harshly. I was shocked, and fear engulfed me, I just needed to stop this but I was unable to. He moved closer to my face and forced me to look into his dangerous eyes, he slapped me hard across the face. "Now you will see the real William today, from day one I want to make you mine, mine to fuck, mine to suck, mine to kill you." He again pinches my jaw harder and continues, "But that bastard caught your attention first, from that day onwards I decided to make you mine by hook or crook." He clenches his jaw, "See I did what I said on that day, today you are with me pussycat, your soul, body, and every inch of yours is mine." He said and slapped me again his hands were causing me sharp pain on b
Abigail's POV -He grabs my chin, and his hot breaths were on my face, then his chest rubbing on my boobs, "Now, beg me (fuck me, William)""Go fuck yourself!!" I scowl."So you won't until I can't control myself," His voice is so cold."No, you will never have your way, William. I will never be yours." I reply with hatred."Didn't you say, you want to die, I will help you then." Fear engulfs me as he starts suffocating me, I am unable to breathe, and then he covers my nose from breathing with his other hand, he puts his all weight upon me with both my boobs pressed against his large chest while he covers my whole body. I feel I will die anytime, I start to shake more, "Beg me Abi, beg me to fuck you." He feels that he can break me."No never," I give my answer by shaking my head."Oh really, then now be ready for the punishment," He pulls his hands from my nose, and I start to cough badly, then he pulls his hands from my mouth, and I again start to cough badly, I am inhaling some ai