Hello readers, Will Julie fall in the trap or the table will be back on Michael and Abigail? What do you think?
Michael's pov - As I wait for Julie's arrival, my mind races with anticipation and anxiety. So much is riding on this night, on her confession. Will she finally reveal her truth, or will our plan be doomed to failure? But I have to pretend properly as she can't guess my feelings. Suddenly, a soft knock on the door jolts me from my thoughts. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart, and make my way toward the entrance. As I open the door, there she stands, a vision of beauty that takes my breath away. She really got ready for me. Poor girl, I have to break her heart. "Julie," I say, my voice laced with awe, "you look absolutely stunning." A faint blush tinges on her cheeks, adding a touch of innocence to her allure. She glances down, a shy smile gracing her lips, before meeting my gaze again. "Thank you, Michael," she replies, her voice filled with a mix of nervousness and excitement. "And you look incredibly handsome in that white cotton shirt and pants." Her words
Abigail's pov - As I watch Michael and Julie draw closer, my heart sinks and an unsettling heat courses through my veins. It's all part of the plan, I remind myself, a trap to expose Julie's conspiracy with William. But the sight before me still ignites a fiery jealousy deep within. Michael's touch on Julie's skin sends shivers down her spine, and I can't help but feel a pang of envy. Her delicate frame quivers under his caress, and in that moment, I wish it were me in her place, feeling his warmth, his affection. But I know this is merely a charade, a carefully orchestrated act to expose her deceit. Every sweet word that slips from Michael's lips, every loving gesture he makes towards Julie, fuels the flames of jealousy within me. I find myself captivated by their pretend intimacy, even though I know it's all part of the plan. The way he brushes his lips against her skin, the tenderness in his touch—it's all an act, but it stirs a storm of emotions inside me. The realization that
Abigail's pov- As Julie's eyes meet mine, a mix of disbelief and betrayal flashes across her face. The truth has been unveiled, and she realizes that the love between her and Michael was nothing more than a well-executed charade. The shock and anger radiating from her gaze are palpable, and I brace myself for the storm that is about to erupt. Her voice trembles with a combination of hurt and rage as she looks at Michael, her voice laced with disbelief. "You...you were plotting against me? This...this love was all just a performance? How could you, Michael?" I step forward, meeting Julie's gaze head-on, my voice firm and resolute. "Julie, we had to uncover the truth. The accusations you made against Michael were false, and we needed to expose your deceitful alliance with William. It was the only way to clear Michael's name." Julie's voice quivers with emotion as she pleads her case. "But I love Michael, with all my heart. Isn't that enough? Shouldn't he be with me?" I take a moment
Michael's pov- Sitting beside Abigail, I hold her delicate hand in mine, my worry and fear consuming me. The sight of her lying there, still recovering from the trauma inflicted upon her, fills me with a sense of guilt and remorse. She's suffering because of me, because of the tangled web of deceit and manipulation that we found ourselves in. I trace the bruises on Abigail's neck, a painful reminder of Julie's vicious attack. The anger within me simmers, an unyielding fire fueled by the sight of the harm inflicted upon the woman I hold dear. I should have protected her, shielded her from the storm that brewed in our lives. But in that crucial moment, as Julie's hands tightened around Abigail's throat, I was paralyzed, unable to intervene. A knock at the door interrupts my thoughts, and a familiar face enters the room. It's the doctor here to assess Abigail's condition. I watch intently as the doctor examines her, searching for any signs of further injury. The tension in the room is
Michael's pov - As I carefully apply the soothing ointment on Abigail's bruises, my touch gentle and filled with a mixture of tenderness and concern, I can't help but notice the slight improvement in her condition. The doctor's reassurance echoes in my mind, but the fear still lingers, urging me to seek further medical attention for Abigail. I wrap the neck support collar around her delicate neck, ensuring that she's properly stabilized. With Abigail cradled in my arms, her head resting against my chest, we make our way to the hospital. Jack accompanies us, his presence offering a sense of reassurance in this challenging time. The weight of Abigail's body in my arms reminds me of the fragility of life and the importance of safeguarding those we love. Upon arriving at the hospital, I wasted no time in seeking medical assistance. The doctor treats Abigail with the utmost care, thoroughly examining her and administering a sleeping injection to ensure she receives the rest she desperate
Abigail's pov - As I wake up in the morning, a heaviness fills my head, and a dull ache radiates from my neck. Last night's attack by Julie replays in my mind, and I struggle to make sense of what happened. Why do I feel so sleepy? And why can't I recall everything clearly? My gaze shifts to the sight of Michael lying next to me, peacefully asleep. I find myself unable to tear my eyes away from him, studying every detail of his face. There's a yearning in me, an unspoken desire to reach out and touch his hair, to feel the warmth of his presence. With a trembling hand, I extend my fingers toward him, but just as they are about to make contact, I hesitate and pull back. I don't want to disturb his rest, knowing how tirelessly he stood by my side throughout the night. Instead, I quietly observe him, taking solace in the fact that he's here with me, safe and sound. As if sensing my gaze upon him, Michael stirs awake. His eyes meet mine, concern etched upon his face. He immediately star
Michael's pov - In the midst of all the chaos and revelations, something positive has also entered my life. Two days ago, Abigail's friend Ema and Abigail herself joined the company as interns. It brings me a sense of comfort and familiarity to have Abigail close by, especially during these challenging times. It has been a week since the truth about Julie and William came to light. Their deceit and betrayal threatened to dismantle everything I had worked so hard to achieve. But I refused to let their actions define me. With determination, I filed a case against William, seeking justice for the damage he caused. True to my word, I ensured that all charges against Julie were dropped, knowing that she was merely a pawn in William's twisted game. Now, as the top shareholder and CEO of the Pattinson Group, I find myself in a position of strength once again. The shareholders stand firmly behind me, their faith was unwavering. They understand that my leadership and vision are the driving
Abigail's pov - As the Marketing Manager's booming voice reverberated through the office, my spine tingled with a mix of anticipation and dread. It was the kind of order that made you question your life choices and wonder if you accidentally stumbled into a parallel universe where sanity was optional. "Abigail, Ema," the Marketing Manager barked, his words laced with impatience. "I need every database from the past three years neatly organized in a spreadsheet. And I want it done within a week. Chop-chop!" Ema and I exchanged wide-eyed glances, the weight of the task settling upon us like a heavy fog. I swear, if I hadn't been securely seated, I would have toppled over like a fainting goat. Spreadsheet? Three years' worth of data? Did he really expect us to perform this Herculean feat? Suppressing a nervous giggle, I turned to Ema and said, "Well, Ema, it looks like our dreams of leisurely sipping iced coffees and casually browsing the internet are officially dashed. We're about to
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