All Chapters of Abigail's Absent Husband Is A CEO: Chapter 1621 - Chapter 1630

Ron remained silent, almost forgetting that Emma was not just multi-talented with instruments—she was a master at each. Anyone would kill to have her at their university.But luck was not on her side. Choices? Emma had none. The schools she dreamed of were just that—dreams. Her skills on the piano, though exceptional, were unnoticed. She was just a pawn, a bargaining chip for the Blue family, no different from him in their shared tragic fate.After exchanging words, Ron turned to leave."Ron," Emma's voice cut through, urgent.He glanced at his wristwatch, a reminder of the gaming battle that awaited him. No time for idle chat. "Spit it out.""Everything I told you today, every word, came from the heart. I hope we can coexist peacefully from now on."Emma knew her reality too well. After being sent to Valtara by her family, Emma ceased to be their daughter. From that point on, her fate, in life or death, belonged to the Hagrid family.In the grand scheme of the Hagrid family, Ro

Emma and Ron had just gotten engaged, despite Ron not really being into her. Yet, Emma's mother was already pushing Emma to have kids with Ron.Emma's heart was ice, but those words hit hard, punching a hole right through her tough exterior. She turned to her mother. "Can I ask you something?"Regina did not miss a beat. "Look, if you've got questions, just call Alyssa. She coached you for a while, remember? She knows your strengths in... certain areas. Even though she didn't rate your skills highly, you've got youth and beauty on your side. A bit of innocence can be pretty appealing to men. And Ron, that young hotshot, he won't know what hit him."Emma wanted to lash out, to ask if she was even Regina's real daughter. What kind of mother treats her own child like a pawn in a game, to be played with by others? But as she listened to her mother's words, a bitter smile crossed her face, and the questions she wanted to ask remained unspoken.Emma knew better than anyone what the Blue

The driver maneuvered the car into an upscale neighborhood after a thirty-minute drive, twisting and turning until he pulled up in front of a grand villa. He quickly got out and hurried to open the door for Emma. "Emma, we've arrived."Emma stepped out, retrieving her suitcase and violin from the trunk, and scanned the area. Her eyes finally settled on the bold numbers "111" emblazoned on a lavish doorway. She thought to herself, 'Classic Ron, always the billionaire's kid, even his house number screams luxury.'"Does Ron live here all by himself?" Emma inquired.The driver nodded. "Yes. Ron prefers solitude and doesn't like disturbances. There's no driver here, just Carla Green, the housekeeper, looking after his needs."Emma felt relieved that she and Ron were not the only ones living in the villa. Cohabiting with a fiancé she was not in love with would have been awkward.The driver, Jason Medison, pressed the doorbell. Within moments, a woman in her forties emerged from the hous

Emma gave a nod of understanding. "Yeah, I got it."Carla flashed her a grin. "Take a rest then.""Sure thing."Once Carla left, Emma locked the door with a firm click.Alone in her room, she could finally let her guard down. Sinking into the armchair, she pulled out her smartphone and launched the WhatsApp application. She quickly opened her chat with Rihanna.Emma typed: [Hey, you asleep yet?]Rihanna's response came quickly: [I'm really scared!]That short message hit Emma hard, almost bringing her to tears.Emma: [Don't be scared. I'm in Valtara to tie the knot, not to brave a storm. Listen, my future husband is a solid guy. I'll have someone to back me up. And hey, I'm gonna toughen up too. No one's gonna push you around on my watch.]Rihanna: [Emma...]Emma: [You knocked out that homework your tutor set up for you today?]Rihanna: [I did, just like you told me. I paid attention in class and did all my homework. I'm aiming to get into the same university you attended.]

The next day, Emma was up at the crack of dawn.The living room, which looked like a disaster zone the night before, was now spotless. The doors and windows were flung open, clearing out the stale air heavy with the scents of booze and smoke. Fresh flowers were scattered around, infusing the space with a subtle floral fragrance.Before Emma even saw anyone, she heard Carla's voice. "Emma, why the early-bird routine? Is the bed not to your liking?"Emma turned to see Carla, apron-clad, clearly just out of the kitchen from morning chores. "Back home, I'm always up at this hour. Is there anything I can help with, Carla?"Carla glanced upstairs briefly and replied, "You're practically the lady of the house now, can't have you slaving away. Ron is a late riser during the summer, sleeps till the sun is high. Breakfast is ready though, why don't you head on down?""Sure thing."Emma and Carla made their way to the dining room.To Emma's surprise, a lavish spread of hearty, nutrient-pac