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

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

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

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

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