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167. Lost the Love Forever
UHASAHello readers, Did Michael really lose his love? Or there is any hope yet?
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Tuberose 168. Truth Revelation
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
Tuberose 169. Hope to be forgiven
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
Tuberose 170. Jullie is no more!
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
Tuberose 171. No Escape
***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
Tuberose 172. Lost the dignity [18++]
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
Tuberose 173. The filthiest feeling ever [18++]
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
Tuberose 174. Endless Nightmare
Michael's POV -I couldn’t sleep last night. There was a different type of restlessness. So I came to the office in the early morning and started working like a goat.The morning at the office drones on, my mind divided between mundane tasks and the tumultuous plan brewing beneath the surface. I've been meticulously bribing every staff member in William's house, each hush exchange of money a step closer to the elusive contract paper. Once I have that document in my possession, I'll be armed to expose Ema and William's sordid affair, a scandal that will tarnish them both.Amid my scheming, my phone abruptly rings. The caller ID reveals the driver, an unusual occurrence as he typically communicates through messages. A frown creases my forehead as I answer, sensing a strange tension in the air."Sir," the driver's voice trembles, "you won't believe what's happening here. It's utter chaos."My heart clenches with foreboding. "What's going on?" I demand, the world around me suddenly fading
Tuberose 175. Unhealed wound
Abigail's POV -I step out of the scalding hot shower, my skin reddened from the almost unbearable heat. Clad in a bathrobe, I cling to it as if it's my only shield against the world. Each step feels like a monumental effort; my entire body throbs with pain. The burn marks from those wretched cigarettes on my chest sting, but they're nothing compared to the searing agony in my soul.I struggle to walk steadily, my legs wobbly and uncooperative. My wrist, where the cigarette had mercilessly kissed my skin, sends sharp waves of pain up my arm. Still, I choose to bear these physical wounds rather than the emotional torment that haunts me.Gingerly, I lower myself onto the edge of the bed, the soft mattress offering some relief to my aching body. My phone rests on the nightstand, a lifeline to the outside world. I long to hear Chloe's comforting voice, to have a friend who can share my pain and offer solace.But before I can dial her number, I sense a presence behind me. Warmth envelopes m
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