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173. The filthiest feeling ever [18++]
UHASAHello readers, How will Michael react to this?
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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
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Tuberose 176. Not anymore
Michael's POV -I stand there, my heart heavy with guilt and remorse, unable to utter a word in my defense. I'm the one who's guilty here, the one who pushed Abigail to the brink of despair. But now, with whatever love remains in my shattered heart, I have to try to heal her wounds. First, though, I need to rescue her from this living hell.Stepping out of Abigail's room, I find the driver waiting in the living area. His expression tells me everything I need to know - he hasn't been successful in finding the contract paper yet. My jaw clenches, and I feel my fists tighten at my sides. Failure is not an option; I need that paper to set Abigail free.I ask the driver about the location of William's study, and he leads the way. The room is a chaotic mess, the aftermath of our desperate search. I frantically search every nook and cranny until my eyes land on a locked drawer. The driver informs me that only William knows the code to unlock it.Rage simmers within me, and I draw my pistol fr
Tuberose 177. The Fragrance of Redemption
Michael's POV -The doctor came and checked on her. She asked about her medical history, and I provided the information on how much I could. After half an hour, Abby's consciousness is back."How are you feeling?" The doctor is asking and I am standing speechless."I am okay. However, body pain and abdominal pain are so high." Her voice is cracked."Can you tell me your ongoing medical details? I will prescribe that way and yeah Mr. Pattinson informed me about your state last night. Don't worry, we will take precautions about any unwanted result." I widened my eyes at the doctor."Thanks for your concern, doctor. But we don't need to kill the baby if she becomes pregnant then it's fine. We can raise our child." Abby looks at me surprisingly but she sets her gaze at the doctor."Well, I have an irregular period problem after my miscarriage. So, I don't think that there is any chance of being pregnant due to that medicine. Additionally, I have taken migraine medicine and calcium medicine
Tuberose 178. The worst husband
Michael's POV -I follow Abby down the lonely road, my heart heavy with determination. She walks ahead, her steps determined and unforgiving, and I can't bear the thought of losing her.But as she looks back and spots me trailing behind her, her eyes fill with anger and frustration. She comes to a stop, her voice laced with bitterness as she speaks."I can't forgive you," she declares, her voice trembling with emotion. "I don't want to. Don't you get that? Just get lost. And don't show your face anymore. Go to hell, Michael."I can't help but smile at her words, a sense of hope welling up within me. "I won't go ever," I respond, my voice filled with unwavering determination. "I will never leave my Tuberose again."Her anger intensifies, and she retorts, "But I won't come back."I continue to smile, my love for her burning brighter than ever. Her irritation only fuels my determination. I take a step forward, closing the distance between us, wanting to bridge the gap that's grown between
Tuberose 179. I won't let her slip away
Michael's POV - One week has passed since that dreadful day, and I've hardly left Abigail's side. Her physical wounds are healing, but the harsh reality of her immobility weighs on us both. The doctors assure us that her recovery won't be a lengthy process, but for me, the most crucial thing is that she's still with me, alive and fighting. I'm in her hospital room, carefully sponging her, wanting to do anything and everything to make her feel comfortable. She lies there, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, her thoughts a mystery to me. It's painful to see her like this, knowing that I'm the reason for her suffering. I need her to understand that I'm here for her and that I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make amends. "Don't worry, okay?" I murmur, my voice filled with emotion. "Everything will be fine soon. You will be fine. Again, you'll write with your fingers. Again, you'll walk on your legs. We'll dance together again. You'll sing for me again. You will be fine, my Tuberose." I
Tuberose 180. Hope
Michael's POV -"I told you not to visit me again. Why don't you understand? If you disturb me again, then I will go from here too," Abigail's words echo in my mind, haunting me as I search for her in the dark and desolate place she's left me in."Abby, Abby, please don't leave me," I call out, desperation lacing my voice. But she's nowhere to be found, and panic sets in. My heart races, and I feel as though I'm falling into an abyss with no end in sight.I collapse onto the floor, the pain of the fall jolting me awake. Reality washes over me like a cold shower. I'm not in a dark place, and Abigail hasn't gone anywhere. I'm still in my office, sitting in my chair."Ouch," I mutter as I slowly push myself up. I can't even move without groaning, let alone help the situation that's tearing me apart.It was just a dream, but the fear and heartache it brought felt all too real. The thought of losing Abigail is a nightmare I never want to experience, and I'll do whatever it takes to make su
Tuberose 181. The anger is melting
Michael's POV -The early morning light filters into the cafe as I begin my weekend routine, sweeping the floor and tidying up. My heart flutters with hopeful anticipation, and I steal glances at Abby's home, yearning for even a glimpse of her. But the familiar emptiness remains a void that's persisted for two long years. In all that time, she hasn't uttered a single word to me.2 years ago, It was my dad who eventually managed to convince her to let me work in the cafe again. He called her, pleading on my behalf, and somehow, she relented. It was a glimmer of hope, a chance to be near her again, even if it meant just being in the same space.As I go about my morning tasks, a lady enters the cafe, her presence a rare sight in these early hours. I greet her with a warm smile, knowing that today it's just the two of us working here."Hello, ma'am. What can I get you?" I ask politely, ready to jot down her order."One espresso with chocolate fudge, please," she replies, her own smile mirr
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