Hello readers, Michael is getting closer to Abigail but can he realize his true feelings toward her? What do you think? Let me know. Hehehe
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
[mature content alert] William's pov - As I walk through the darkened streets, the weight of betrayal gnaws at my soul. Julie, the woman who was once by my side, has shattered my trust and revealed my deepest secrets to Michael. The audacity of her actions fuels a burning anger within me, a desire for retribution that consumes my every thought. With each step, my mind concocts visions of the punishment I will inflict upon Julie. She will pay dearly for her treachery, for daring to expose me to the world. My revenge will be swift and merciless. I have resolved to make her suffer, to reduce her to nothing more than a pawn in my game. Finally, I arrive at Julie's house, fueled by a potent mixture of rage and hatred. I press the doorbell, my finger lingering on the switch as I relish the impending confrontation. The seconds tick by, and anticipation courses through my veins like venom. The door swings open, revealing Julie standing before me, her eyes wide with fear and regret. I can
William's pov - I relish the devilish happiness that floods my veins as I lock eyes with Julie, her terrified gaze fixed upon me. The sight of her fear, her vulnerability, stirs a wicked pleasure within me. It is a perverse delight that fills me to the brim, intoxicating me with a malevolence that thrives on her anguish. I knead her boobs harder. She pleads for mercy, her voice trembling with desperation. "William, please! Have mercy on me. Let me go." Her words are like sweet music to my ears, fueling the darkness that resides within me. A cruel smile spreads across my face, betraying the sinister delight that consumes me. I revel in the power I hold over her, relishing every moment of her torment. I tear her shirt and her bare flesh the obstacle of her inner cloth. I meet her terrified gaze with a sharp and piercing stare. The glint in my eyes is one of pure malice, reflecting the depths of my wicked soul. I savor this opportunity to revel in her suffering, to witness the depths
Michael's pov - As I leave my cabin, hunger gnaws at my stomach, reminding me that it's time for lunch. The thought of joining Abigail and Ema for a meal brings a smile to my face. They always manage to lighten the mood and make even the dullest of lunches entertaining. As I approach their desk, my anticipation quickly turns into confusion. There are piles of files scattered all over the place, covering their desk entirely. It's as if a tornado swept through, leaving chaos in its wake. I scratch my head, wondering where Abigail and Ema could possibly be in this mess. Stepping closer, I hear a sudden, blood-curdling scream erupting from behind the desk. My heart jumps into my throat, and I freeze in my tracks. What in the world is happening back there? My mind races with thoughts of potential dangers lurking in the office, from wild creatures to mysterious hidden traps. Without wasting another second, I rush around to the other side of the desk, my eyes wide with a mix of fear and c
Michael's pov -As Jack and I sit in the cozy corner of our favorite café, sipping on our coffee, the conversation takes an unexpected turn toward our financial situation. Jack starts discussing the royalty-sharing process with our authors, and my mind can't help but wander off to a particular author—Tuberose."So, Michael, have you been managing the royalty-sharing process smoothly with our authors?" Jack inquires, his eyes glinting with curiosity.I snap back to reality, realizing I had drifted off into my own thoughts. "Oh, yeah, Jack. Everything has been going well so far. Most authors prefer the traditional bank process or P****l for their payments."Jack nods, sipping his coffee thoughtfully. "Makes sense. It's easier for them to receive their earnings through established channels. Keeps things organized and secure."I agree, but in the back of my mind, a flicker of intrigue ignites. Tuberose, the enigmatic author who hides behind a pen name, has always piqued my curiosity. I can
Michael's pov -As I sit in my office, surrounded by stacks of files containing the bank details of the writers we've recently signed, my anticipation grows. The time has come to review their information, to assess their financial credibility. I turn to Jack, my colleague and trusted confidant, and request that he bring me the files."Jack, please show me the bank details files," I say, my voice filled with a mix of excitement and curiosity.Jack nods and retrieves the files, placing them before me on the desk. I eagerly flip through the pages, expecting to find the necessary banking information from each writer. However, my excitement quickly turns to disappointment as I come across Tuberose's file.To my dismay, I find that Tuberose has only shared her P****l ID. Frustration bubbles up within me, and I can't help but frown. How could she overlook such a crucial detail? I turn to Jack, my disappointment is evident in my voice. "Jack, why didn't they request identity proof from these w