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 we step outside, the sun kisses our skin, and the salty breeze carries the scent of the ocean. Michael opens the car's hood and invites me to take a seat. The soft leather of the car's interior embraces us like a warm hug.With the top down, we set off on our adventure. The wind gently tousles my hair, and I can't help but laugh with sheer joy. Michael glances at me, his eyes filled with love and happiness.The road stretches before us, and with each passing mile, I feel more connected to Michael and the beauty of the world around us. We drive along the coastal road, the ocean beside us, and the landscape passing by in a colorful blur.The open road fills me with a sense of freedom and excitement. It's as if all the worries and stresses of daily life have been left behind, and all that remains is the pure joy of being with the man I love and exploring the world together.As we drive, we come across charming little shops and cafes, each offering its own unique charm.

Michael's pov -I wake up with a smile, my heart still filled with the beautiful memories of yesterday. The warmth of the morning sun filters through the curtains, and I turn to my side, expecting to see Abigail's peaceful sleeping face. But she's not there. Panic sets in, and I quickly sit up, my eyes scanning the room.I rush to the bathroom, hoping she's just freshening up, but she's not there either. My heart aches with worry. Where could she be? Did something happen?I pick up my phone and call reception, my hands trembling. "Did Mrs. Pattinson leave the resort?" I ask urgently."Yes, sir," the receptionist replies. "She left a little while ago. Maybe about 12-15 minutes ago. Is everything alright?"I hung up the call, my mind racing with fear and uncertainty. Abigail wouldn't leave without telling me. Something must be wrong.I wear my denim pants and rush to the reception by taking my phone. I am standing at the main entrance and scanning my eyesight. However, she is nowhere.I

Michael's pov -As we are laying together, my arms wrapped protectively around Abigail, the events of the day still weigh heavily on my mind. I can't help but feel afraid for her safety, even though we are now back in the safety of our room. The thought of what could have happened terrifies me, and I can't shake off the lingering fear."Abby," I finally found the courage to speak, my voice still filled with worry. "Can you tell me what happened? How did you end up in that situation?"She takes a deep breath and begins to recount the events of the morning. As she speaks, I close my eyes, trying to picture the scene she describes."In the morning, I woke up, and you were sleeping so deeply," Abigail begins. "I didn't want to disturb you, so I thought of asking room service to bring breakfast to our room. But when I tried to use the intercom, it wasn't working."I nod, listening intently, and she continues, "I decided to go to the reception to inform them about the intercom issue. But as

Michael's pov -It has been a week, we returned from our short trip. I got busy with my business, after the CEO party night. My business is getting a different kind of success, especially after Abby and my chemistry. All think I am a good man to do business with. But, am I really?Sometimes, I feel that I am doing an injustice to Abigail. I always do extra favors for Ema because she is none but Tuberose. She keeps trying to give me the realization of her love. Though I try to avoid her somehow I fail when she is around me. It's not that I don't love Abigail. I really do.Since the very first moment I saw her, I have felt for her. But after the revelation that Ema is none but Tuberose, my dream girl. I can't really avoid the fact that in a part of my heart, I wish I was marrying a few days later. Then, I might end up with Ema. Stop it, Michael. You love Abby and stop cheating on her even in your mind."Why are you so lost, Michael?" Ema's hand is on my shoulder. I shrug as nothing. She