Hello readers, What is waiting for Michael and Abigail?
Abigail's pov - I awake to find myself wrapped snugly in a blanket, the room bathed in a soft, warm glow. Confusion washes over me as I try to recall how I ended up here. I remember leaning against the sofa, but then everything becomes hazy. When did I fall asleep? Glancing around, I realize that Mick is not on the bed. Concern tugs at my heart, and I quickly sit up, scanning the room for any sign of him. Then, my eyes land on him, standing by the window, gazing out at the rain falling from the heavens. He seems lost in his thoughts, captivated by the tranquil beauty outside. Without hesitation, I walk over to him, my steps light and purposeful. "Hey, Mr. Husband. Enjoying alone?" I playfully call out, slipping my arm through his left and positioning myself by his side, leaning against his shoulder. He turns his head, a smile lighting up his face. "Sleeping wife and showering rain. The perfect view," he replies, his voice filled with warmth and affection. I can't help but giggle,
Abigail's pov - Though I wanted to stay last night at the hospital Jack sent me by saying to take some rest. Mick also insisted. So, unwillingly I had to come home. The scent of freshly brewed coffee fills the air as I stand in the kitchen, anxiously awaiting Michael's return from the hospital. The past few days have been a blur of worry, sleepless nights, and the constant ache in my heart. But today, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief as he steps through the front door, albeit with a bandaged arm and weariness in his eyes. "Welcome home, Michael," I greet him softly, a mix of emotions swirling within me—relief, joy, and an underlying fear that still lingers. He smiles weakly, the pain etched across his features, but there's a flicker of gratitude in his eyes. "It feels good to be back," he replies, his voice laden with exhaustion. My heart swells with affection as I reach out to touch his uninjured arm, offering what little comfort I can. "You've been through so much," I say,
Abigail's pov - A mischievous sparkle dances in Jack's eyes. "Ah, the joys of being Mrs. Pattinson for the first time. The world is your runway, Abigail. Let's make sure you steal the spotlight." The thought of dressing up for such a prestigious event fills me with a mix of exhilaration and nervousness. It's a chance to not only support Michael but also embrace my newfound role as his wife. A smile tugs at Michael's lips as he looks at me. "Abby, you'll be the most radiant presence there. I have no doubt about it." I blush at his compliment, my heart swelling with warmth and love. "Thank you, Michael. With you by my side, I feel ready to take on any challenge." Jack claps his hands together, excitement radiating from him. "Well, we better start planning and shopping then. We have to find the perfect attire to match the elegance of the evening." We spent the next day immersed in preparations. The anticipation builds as we visit boutiques and browse through racks of stunning gowns
Abigail's pov - As we step out of the car, the pulsating music and vibrant lights of the CEO's party venue engulf us, creating an atmosphere buzzing with excitement and anticipation. We find ourselves amidst a sea of elegantly dressed individuals, each adorned in their finest attire. The grand entrance, an archway illuminated by shimmering lights and adorned with exquisite floral arrangements, beckons us forward. Laughter and the clinking of glasses filled the air, blending harmoniously with the melodies played by the live band. My heart races, a mixture of thrill and apprehension coursing through my veins. Adjusting his suit with a hint of nervousness, Michael's eyes scan the crowd, a determined glint in his gaze. "Remember, once we're inside, we have to stay focused and find the CEO. Time is of the essence," he reminds us, his voice conveying both determination and urgency. I nod, my mind already racing with thoughts of our mission. This party serves as a pivotal opportunity for
Abigail's pov - As Ema's voice cuts through the air, calling my name, I turn with surprise and delight. "Ema... you're here!" I exclaim, my smile spreading across my face. Ema stands before us, a smile mirroring my own, and my heart swells with joy at the unexpected reunion. We really have a huge difference now. But if she wants to fix it then I am okay with it as well. Though we met a few days ago the awkwardness drew a drift. It feels like ages since we last saw each other, caught up in our separate lives. But now, fate has brought us back together. "Yeah, I decided to join Dad and Bro," Ema explains, her eyes shining with excitement. "They have plans to expand our business and wanted me to be a part of it. So, I made the decision to skip my job plans and return to our own company, the Johanson Group." A surge of happiness washes over me as I take in Ema's words. She's returning to her family's business, and I can't help but feel a sense of pride and anticipation for what lies a
William's pov - My eyes never waver from Michael and Abigail as they move through the crowd at the CEO's party. Abigail, the woman I've desired for so long, captivates me with her every move. The way her gown accentuates her curves only fuels my desire, igniting a fire within me that I struggle to control. Finally, the moment I've been waiting for arrives. Michael becomes engrossed in conversation with other CEOs, leaving Abigail alone for a brief moment. It's the perfect opportunity to set my plan in motion. I approach a waiter, slipping him a wad of cash, and instructing him to spike a glass of juice. With precision and stealth, the waiter delivers the spiked drink to Abigail. I watch from a distance, a twisted smile forming on my lips. The plan is in motion, and soon she will be in my grasp. My heart races with anticipation, knowing that I'm finally close to having what I've always desired. As the effects of the spiked drink take hold, Abigail's movements become unsteady. Panic
Abigail's pov -Everything is blurry. Only his touch and some words are ringing in my ears. And he left, but someone else entered or a few."Fuck, she is so hot. I didn't expect this much." Someone exclaimed. I am feeling so filthy right now. Mick, where are you? I need you. Please save me.My heart pounds wildly in my chest, making it difficult to breathe as one of them rubs his palm on my abdomen. I try to move, but someone holds my legs. "Yeah, a lottery for us," another one chuckles. I have no strength to oppose them. What was in that drink? Mick, please come.I feel someone's hand lifting my gown. God, please no.Tears well up in my eyes, blurring my vision even further as I try to fight back the overwhelming emotions. I try to move, but their grip on me is so tight that I cannot be released. Someone is near my lips. I can sense the breathing. There is no hope left. No hope...I am losing my grip on the bed sheet, my body trembling uncontrollably as they weigh heavily on me. I am
Michael's pov -As I am lifting Abigail into my arms, the party room fills with whispers and speculation. I can feel the judgmental gazes, the murmurs spreading like wildfire. Some suggest that Abigail might be addicted to drugs or wine, while others praise me for being a caring husband. I see jealousy in the eyes of some girls, wishing they were in Abigail's place. But I ignore them all, my focus solely on Abigail's well-being.Intent on leaving the party, I guide Abigail towards the exit, but the journalists surround us, blocking our way. Their insensitive questions about Abigail's condition infuriate me, but I try my best to maintain composure."She is fine. Thanks for asking," I reply, trying to keep my voice steady despite the anger bubbling inside.But they don't stop there; they continue with their intrusive questions, probing into Abigail's personal life. The anger in me intensifies, but I hold back, aware that reacting to such a situation might only make things worse for Abiga