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182. Queen of the Kingdom
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Tuberose 183. Can't rely again...
Michael's POV -"Could you gather enough proof? I can't let this go." I ask my private detective."Yes, Mr. Pattinson. I am mailing you. Please check once and if you are satisfied then we will take our further move." He replies and I nod.I hang up and hear the sound of a knock on the door. "May I come in?" Abby's voice. I close my eyes with serenity and turn to her immediately."Of course, it's your house, Abby." I can't explain how happy I am right now."Well, I need to have a discussion with you. If you are free then let's talk in the living room." She wants to talk to me. That's what I was yearning for."Sure, I am coming. Just one minute." I started buttoning my shirt as I couldn't complete it due to the call. I will check my mail later. Now, it's the most important moment."I am waiting." She leaves with her neutral face. I rush behind her by keeping the top three buttons open.She is sitting on the sofa. I get closer and stand there. "Sit down, please." She is playing with her
Tuberose 184. Dark Determination
***mature content*** Michael's POV - I've just returned, and the clock shows midnight on the dot. Abby hasn't met me since our last conversation. I had to come back because it's Sunday night, but I can't wait any longer. It's time to take action. Tomorrow morning, the police will arrest Ema. Two years ago, she was the one who intentionally hit Abby with her car. I can't let her get away with this. I could've lost my love forever because of her. I reviewed all the evidence one more time: the CCTV footage, the car's license plate, and the proof of her ownership. I also have copies of her psychological treatment records from those days. I called my lawyer and instructed them to expedite the process and have her arrested by morning. Enough of William and Ema's honeymoon; it's time for them to face reality. I gaze at Abby's picture on the wall of our bedroom, my heart heavy with longing. I gently touch her image. "I won't allow anyone else to harm you anymore, not even myself. I love yo
Tuberose 185. Fear of losing him
Michael's POV - I wanted to punish Ema for her deeds but it's not possible if Abby doesn't want it. So, I preferred to skip it. I am heading home. The day has been long and tiresome, a relentless cycle of work and responsibilities. As I finally step out of my car and into the dimly lit evening, I clutch a bunch of tuberoses in my hand – a daily ritual, a way to keep Abigail's memory alive, and her fragrance close. It's the closest I can get to her these days. But just as I open my car door, a searing, unbearable pain shoots through my left shoulder blade, cutting through me like a bolt of lightning. The pain is so intense that I freeze, unable to move or even turn my head. Darkness crowds at the edges of my vision, and I find myself gasping for breath. "Abby..." I manage to whisper, her name escaping my lips like a desperate plea. In that agonizing moment, I wondered if this was it – if I was finally meeting my end. It's a bittersweet thought because if I am to die, I want it to be
Tuberose 186. I won't let her go
Abigail's POV -The plane lands in New York, and as I disembark, the clock on my phone reads 4:36 a.m. Every minute feels like an eternity as I rush through the airport, the anticipation of seeing Mick gnawing at my insides. I can't help but wonder what state I'll find him in.I sent a quick message to Jack, desperate for any news on Mick's condition. His reply offers a glimmer of relief; the surgery was successful. At least that's one less thing to worry about.The drive to the hospital feels like an eternity, my mind filled with images of Mick, lying in a hospital bed, surrounded by machines and wires. Jack is waiting for me at the entrance, his face etched with exhaustion and worry. We exchange a few words, but there's no time for lengthy conversations, his eyes reflecting the concern and fatigue I'm sure are mirrored in my own.Chloe and Michael's father had returned home after the surgery, as only one person is allowed to stay overnight.I make my way to Mick's room, my heart poun
Tuberose 187. The Last Chance
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
Tuberose 188. Darkest memory
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
Tuberose 189. Not the victim anymore
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
Tuberose 190. Aftercare [18++]
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
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