Hello readers, Will Michael's this Tuberose Fever come between Micahel and Abigail? Let's see what happens.
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
Abigail's pov -As I step into the comforting embrace of my home, the weariness of the day's labor settles into my bones. The challenges and triumphs I experienced during my deliveries fade into the background, eclipsed by a feeling of contentment that only comes from knowing I am exactly where I am meant to be.The shower's warm cascade washes away the physical and mental exhaustion, revitalizing my senses and refreshing my spirit. Wrapped in a fluffy towel, I make my way to my bedroom, my sanctuary, where dreams and reality intertwine.With a sigh of relief, I sink into the softness of my bed, its comforting embrace inviting me to let go of the day's responsibilities. The familiar glow of my phone illuminates the dimly lit room, and I find myself drawn to it, the allure of connection and possibility beckoning me.Opening the I*******m app, my heart skips a beat as I see Mick's profile, his handsome face smiling back at me. It's as if the world around me fades into the background, and