บททั้งหมดของ LOCKED IN WITH THE BILLIONAIRE : บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Third POV***A week had passed and so far things have been going great for both Abigail and Henry and their bond strengthened to become much stronger than it used to be.Following Henry's heartfelt public apology in front of all the maids and staff, Abigail decided to return to the mansion and reside in her own separate room. She felt that this would allow her to maintain some distance from Henry while also allowing her to be close enough to monitor the situation and judge for herself whether Henry's behavior had truly changed. Henry had gone on his knees and begged for her to return back, everyone begged when they saw the young master's genuine apology, in the end, she listened.Now she was back in the mansion and things were looking better for them.Abigail folded her clothes, arranging each dress on top of the other. After smoothing out the wrinkles with her hands, she gathered the pile and carefully placed it in the wardrobe before turning to see Henry who had his brows raised a

Third POV***A group of party guests, huddled in quiet conversation, failed to hide their whispers from Abigail's discerning ears. "Seems like the young master has quite the catch on his arm," one murmured, eyes narrowed in scrutiny as they observed Abigail . As the words left her lips, a knowing smirk played across her face, her gaze lingering on the young couple as if to say.The woman's friends giggled, but when Henry gave them a threatening look, they left. They were scared of the young master.Whispering some inaudible words among themselves as the sounds of their feet were inaudible due to the music.With a gentle smile and a caring gaze, Henry offered his arm to Abigail. "Shall we?" he asked, as if he could sense her apprehension. Abigail, with a small yet determined smile, returned his gesture and placed her hand on his arm.She didn't know where he was taking her to but she followed him, her face bent as she tried her best to avoid their piercing glares.Abigail's heart was

Third POV***As Grandfather Brundeen's piercing gaze settled upon Abigail, she instinctively turned her head away, her eyes averting his own as if the weight of his stare were too much for her to bear. She glanced downward, her gaze resting on the table.That was right! She deserved to be frightened, she didn't have a place in this family afterall.He looked away and focused on his meal,he didn't find her worthy of his stares either.To him, she was just another lowlife looking for a way out of her pitiful situation.The fact that he had never heard of her family didn't surprise him. He knew all of the elites in the country and the Williams weren't among the class of people that he associated himself with.Grandfather Brundeen cleared his throat, and then began speaking. "I will not tolerate this act from you Abigail, you gave me a great grandson but that doesn't mean that you should disrespect me by not honoring my wishes."Grandfather Brundeen's dominance of the situation was not l

Third POV***"I'm here to see father! Where is he?" Abigail uttered aloud, she was starting to get irritated with the evil witch pretentious attitude.Her stepmother's demeanor changed instantly, her once-aloof manner transforming into a sneer. "You insolent brat!" she hissed at Abigail. "Can't you see I'm entertaining a guest?” Her words dripped with venom, but she quickly composed herself, pasting a saccharine smile onto her face for Henry’s benefit. Then, in a flash, she turned back to Abigail, her gaze showing much disdain."Guest? He is actually with me" Abigail said, smiling proudly as she declared.That made her stepmother scoff, she knew that Abigail wouldn't be more than his maid or his servant.It was even better that they came together, she would be here to see the handsome young man talk about her lovely daughter, Lana.Her stepmother’s scorn only grew as she turned back to Henry, a condescending sneer twisting her lips as she addressed Abigail. "Oh, of course. Working as

Abigail's POV***It felt so good to be snuggled close to Henry, perceiving his scent and not feeling afraid.Father had mentioned something about wanting us to discuss an important topic. I wondered what he wanted to say and I couldn't help but look up eagerly, waiting to hear his words.Clang! Clang!The shock of the sound was almost physical, and without thinking, my hands flew to cover my ears. Whatever had made that noise had nearly blown out my eardrums, and the ringing that followed left me stunned and disoriented.The sound was harsh, much like the violent clatter of plates smashing against each other. Glancing to my right, I spotted my stepmother, her face flushed red with fury, and two metal pots clutched tightly in her fists. What in the world was going on?Faced with my stepmother's rage, I instinctively turned to my father, pleading for his assistance. However, the look of tiredness on his face indicated that he had long since given up trying to pacify her tempestuous s