Hello readers, So? Will Michael be able to save Abigail?
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
Ema's pov -The vision of Abigail in Michael's arms is bothering me. That place was mine. Why is Michael so tough to grab? I enter my room.As I sit in the dimly lit room, William enters with an air of frustration surrounding him. He glares at me, and I can't help but smirk, knowing that his plans to separate Abigail and Michael have failed time and time again."So, William, still struggling to break up the perfect couple?" I taunt, unable to resist poking fun at his consistent failures.His grip tightens around my chin as he glares at me, his eyes burning with anger. "You think this is amusing, Ema? You think you can mock me and get away with it?" he warns in a low, threatening voice.I can feel the heat of his anger against my skin, but I refuse to back down. "Come on, William. Admit it. Your schemes have been nothing but a series of failures. Abigail and Michael's love is unbreakable, and you can't stand it. So, you should confess that you can't give me Michael." My gaze is sharp as
Abigail's pov -I wake up with a heavy headache, my head pounding as I try to make sense of my surroundings. As I move to sit up, I realize that I'm completely naked, and confusion washes over me. What happened last night? Why can't I remember anything?Before I can gather my thoughts, the bedroom door opens, and Michael enters, holding a tray in his hands. I quickly cover myself, feeling embarrassed and vulnerable under his gaze.Michael's eyes widen in surprise as he teasingly remarks, "Oh, I already got an eyeful, Abby."I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment, and I pull the sheets tighter around me. "Michael, please! Can you just give me some clothes?"He chuckles softly, placing the tray on the corner table. "Sure thing, love." He walks to the closet and takes out a fresh set of clothes, placing them gently on the bed for me.I gratefully take the clothes, slipping into them as quickly as possible. As I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves, Michael hands me a cup of bla
Michael's pov -I wake up with Abigail in my arms, her peaceful slumber bringing a smile to my face. As much as I want to protect her from the news of last night's incident, I know that we can't stay holed up at home forever. The whole world seems to be talking about it, and I fear how she'll react when she finds out. But for now, I decided to focus on creating beautiful memories with her and giving her a much-needed break from the chaos.I gently stroke her hair as she starts to stir, her eyes fluttering open. "Good morning, sleepyhead," I say, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.Abigail yawns and stretches, her eyes still filled with sleepiness. "Morning, Michael. What's the plan for today?" she asks with a yawn.I smile, deciding to seize the opportunity to surprise her with our little getaway. "How about we take a spontaneous trip somewhere? Just you and me, for three days. What do you think?"Her eyes light up with excitement, and she sits up eagerly. "Oh, that sounds amazing! B
Abigail's pov -After coming out of the airport, we found a new car waiting for us. We get into the car. The new car glides smoothly along the scenic route, taking us toward our destination. I can't contain my excitement, and my eyes are fixated on the window, eager to soak in every detail of the breathtaking view.Lush greenery stretches far and wide, and the vibrant colors of blooming flowers paint a picturesque landscape. The sun's warm rays kiss my skin, and a gentle breeze tousles my hair, adding to the blissful feeling of the moment.Michael notices my delight and reaches over to gently caress my hand. His touch sends a shiver of warmth through me, and I can't help but blush under his affectionate gaze. "You look so beautiful when you're excited like this," he whispers softly, his voice filled with love.I shyly glance at him, feeling my cheeks grow warmer. "Thank you," I replied, unable to hide my smile. "This trip is already turning out to be more than I could have ever imagine
Abigail's pov -My eyes widen with excitement at the mention of an ocean-view suite. Michael winks at me, knowing just how thrilled I am. "Thank you," he replies with a gracious smile.The staff hands us our keycards, and Michael leads me toward the elevators. As we ascend, I feel butterflies dancing in my stomach. I can't believe we are about to stay in a deluxe suite with a view of the ocean!As we step into the elevator, the soft music playing in the background adds to the enchanting atmosphere of the resort. The interior of the elevator is adorned with mirrored walls and polished metal accents, giving it a modern and chic touch.I catch a glimpse of us in one of the mirrors, Michael standing tall and handsome beside me, and a contented smile graces my lips.As the elevator ascends, I can feel the excitement building within me. I steal glances at Michael, his eyes filled with anticipation as well. The gentle hum of the elevator seems to match the rhythm of my heartbeat, both steadil
Abigail's pov -As the morning sun gently streams through the curtains, Michael and I bask in the comfort of our deluxe ocean-view suite. The sound of waves crashing against the shore creates a soothing soundtrack, lulling us into a state of tranquility. We decided to take a little rest before heading out for lunch.After a leisurely nap, we both wake up feeling refreshed and hungry. Michael glances at me with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "How about we have lunch at the poolside food court?" he suggests.A smile spreads across my face, and I nod eagerly. "That sounds perfect. I can't wait to feel the ocean breeze while enjoying a delicious meal."We quickly freshen up and make our way to the poolside food court area. As we step outside, the sight before us is simply breathtaking. The resort's pool area is an oasis of relaxation, surrounded by lush palm trees and elegant lounge chairs. The sparkling blue pool stretches out like a shimmering jewel, inviting guests to take a refres