Hello readers, What will William do? Any guesses?
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
Abigail's pov - As the day winds down and the sky paints hues of twilight, Chloe and I embark on our mission to deliver dinner to nine different places. It seemed like a simple task at first, but as the hours passed, exhaustion crept in and my feet grew heavy with fatigue. I turn to Chloe, a sense of awe and admiration in my voice. "How do you manage to work so tirelessly, Chloe? I can barely keep up with this demanding schedule." Chloe's eyes meet mine, and a flicker of melancholy crosses her face. "Abigail, you know this isn't just work for me. It's my way of supporting my parents." Curiosity piques within me as I delve deeper into Chloe's story. "Tell me more about your parents, Chloe. I want to understand what drives you." A hint of sadness touches her voice as she begins her tale. "My parents adopted me when I was young. They gave me a home, love, and a future. Two years ago, my father suffered a stroke that left his left side paralyzed. My mom takes care of him, but the medi
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