All Chapters of LOCKED IN WITH THE BILLIONAIRE : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Third POV***Emerging from the bathroom, Abigail's damp skin glistened in the soft light, her figure barely concealed by a thin, damp towel. The fabric clung to her curves, forming an outline of her body as it brushed against her skin.Abigail's wet hair, still dripping from the shower, clung to her bare skin, leaving small droplets of water in its trail.Standing at the table, Abigail picked up the hair dryer. She flicked the switch with a subtle click, the motor humming to life as a warm, steady stream of air driedthe moisture from her hair."Let me do it for you, the Young master will get angry if he sees you doing this by yourself."Hazel who was busy admiring the dress said the moment she heard the humming noise from the blow dryer.Engrossed in the collection of sparkling jewels, Hazel's attention had been wholly captivated, oblivious to Abigail's arrival from the bathroom until she heard the sound of the hair dryer."Okay fine, just be careful." Abigail sat down on the chair,

Abigail's POV***Despite my arrival at dinner, Grandpa Brundeen made it clear that he did not acknowledge my presence, treating me as if I was invisible. His dismissive attitude stung, leaving me feeling dejected and hurt, as if I was nothing more than an object to be discarded.I was sure Zayn and Henry noticed it too, but it seemed they didn't have a say, even after I have tried to strike conversations several times."Grandfather" I heard Henry speak for the first time since I have gotten to the hall."This is Abigail Williams, the mother of my son and your first great-grandchild." He pointed his hands at me and from the corners of my eyes I saw Grandfather look up.I felt Grandfather sizing me up with a harsh stare, as if he was trying to determine whether I was worthy to be among them. His cold, scrutinizing gaze made me feel uncomfortable and self-conscious.My heart almost stopped for a while, I could tell that I would get a panic attack if he didn't stop staring at me with so

Third POV***"I'll do anything to have you back, Abigail; just please, I need one more chance."As Henry yelled, Abigail didn't bother to listen, instead, she walked down the hallway with her half-torn clothes, which she had shredded with her hands.Henry struck the wall with his fists, his frustration evident. He also hadn't anticipated that Abigail would return to him with open arms after the hurtful things he had said.Realizing he had crossed a line, Henry knew that he had to bear the consequences of his actions. He understood that he had hurt Abigail deeply and that she would need time to process her pain and anger before forgiveness could even be a possibility.What if she didn't?With his heart pounding, Henry reached for his phone and frantically called Zayn. The call went unanswered, and the incessant ringing did nothing but fuel Henry's distress.With a snarl, Henry launched the phone into the distance with all the force he could muster. The device collided with the floor,

Third POV***The camera flashes were blinding, and Henry's eyes instinctively narrowed to shield themselves from the harsh light.Henry had an interview scheduled with a well-known, live-streaming television network. His status as a celebrated figure afforded him the luxury of arriving at the studio in a calm and collected manner.The live-streaming television network awaited his presence, anticipating the interview with one of the most renowned personalities in the country.A young woman dressed in a tight body-fitted top and a pair of blue jeans tried holding hands with him as they walked but Henry ignored her attempts and shoved his hand into his pocket which erupted a gasp from the crowd.The woman was Josephine Amero, a professional interviewer that had been in the industry for the past five years and still counting.Attempting to hide her embarrassment, the woman plastered a smile on her face, revealing her perfectly flossed teeth in an effort to save face before the cameras.

Third POV***Abigail sat on the bed, her fingers maneuvering the knitting needles to create something beautiful from simple wool. She had discovered a passion for knitting recently, and the movement of the needles in her hands had become a source of enjoyment and relaxation.This time around, she was knitting a red fluffy sweater and she wanted to make one for Audrey and one for Snow.Her attention was all on the two metal needles and she knitted away, busying herself with a task that she enjoyed.It was their free time and she couldn't afford to waste her time and do nothing."This isn't looking so great, maybe I should restart it." Abigail pouted, even though it wasn't looking perfect, she knew Audrey would love it as he had always supported her in everything that she did.However, she wanted it to be perfect for him. She decided to start all over again and then create a masterpiece for her two little babies, Snow was of course included.Abigail stood up, placing her needles and ha