All Chapters of ENTWINED HEART: desire and deceit : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~Abigail~I stood in front of my closet, scanning the array of clothes hanging before me. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions. I ought to be happy leaving Toronto for Montreal, where I'd lived all my life, but then I'm going to miss Toronto.It's already a part of me, studying here for four years like a normal student without people knowing who my family is. I wasn't the spoiled child; yes, I loved attention, but not the one filled with fake people.Packing my clothes feels like hard work right now. I'm so going to miss my room, people in Toronto, and school. I'd inhaled the scent of my wardrobe; that warm feeling crept into me.“Are you going to stare at your wardrobe all day, Abby,” I heard Taylor say; her mouth was filled up with cereal, and that made her words sound funny.She's my roommate and one of my close friends here in Toronto. I'd actually asked her to help me pack up since I'd been feeling too lazy to do so.“Nope, I'm just looking for things to pack and things to leave.

~Abigail~I sat at my assigned desk going through the stacks of old contracts that Uncle Lucas, or should I call him the grumpy old uncle, had handed me earlier. The room buzzed with activity, but I felt like an outsider, almost invisible. My focus kept drifting back to the uncomfortable meeting I had with Uncle Lucas this morning.It was my fault. I wasn't concentrating, yet he shouldn't be that rude to me in front of all those seated in the meeting. I won't lie underneath the anger I felt; embarrassment was there.Trying to focus back on my task, once I was done with the HR, Mr. Ethan asked me to take it to the grumpy old uncle's office. Immediately I got to this office, I met his assistant, Ray.“Are you here to give Mr. Lucas this?” he asked, looking at the files in my hands, and I nodded my head.“Alright, give it to me; he's busy now, but I'll drop it at his table,” he offered, and I smiled at him. Finally, someone who is nice to me on the first day at work.I smiled at him, “T

~Abigail~I watched my dad walk toward the plane, the tarmac beneath his feet gleaming in the late afternoon sun. The harsh roar of the engines in the distance drowned out everything else. He had his suitcase in hand, his expression focused but calm, the usual air of authority about him. I could tell he was trying to hide it, but I could see the faintest trace of unease in his eyes as he glanced back toward me.“Be good, Abby,” he called over his shoulder, his voice carrying despite the noise.I tried to smile, but the knot in my throat wouldn’t let me. Instead, I simply nodded, hoping I didn’t look as miserable as I felt. Dad didn’t like to show emotions, and I could already tell this trip was going to be harder for both of us than he let on.It wasn’t just that he was leaving for two months; it was the fact that his business trips meant no communication for the most part.“Daddy, I’ll miss you,” I whispered to myself, but of course, he was already inside the plane, heading toward hi

Abby’s POV I sat at my desk, trying to force my eyes to stop burning with unshed tears. Everything that happened was crushing me, I didn’t know how I walked out of that place, how I returned to this damn office…each second dragging like hours. My hands rested heavily on the keyboard, but I wasn’t typing. I was blinking over and over trying to keep my emotions in check, trying to make sure no one noticed the storm brewing inside me. I wanted to curl up into a ball, but I was stuck in this chair, stuck in this office, stuck with the endless humiliation of the morning replaying in my mind. The words Lucas had yelled at me earlier echoed in my head. My face burned just thinking about it, the sting of his accusations still fresh. I had never felt so small, so utterly worthless in front of anyone, let alone him. I let my forehead drop to my desk. I just wanted the day to be over. I wanted to escape from the suffocating tension of this office and the suffocating control Lucas had over me.

~Abigail~I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, feeling the remnants of my tears drying on my cheeks. My chest was tight, a mix of frustration, hurt, and disbelief swirling inside me..That’s what Lucas had said. Those three words echoed through my mind like a cruel mantra. I’d heard worse in my life. I’d survived worse. But hearing that from him…it felt different. It felt personal. For a moment, I’d questioned myself. Was I really just everything he said? Had I really worked so hard, just to be dismissed like that?I glanced over at the phone vibrating on the nightstand. Taylor. I didn’t want to pick up. I just wanted to curl up in bed and pretend everything would magically get better on its own. But I knew I couldn’t.With a sigh, I reached for my phone, forcing myself to clear my throat before answering. I couldn’t let Taylor hear how shaken I was. She’d know immediately something was wrong, and I wasn’t in the mood for her relentless questions.“Hey, Taylor,” I said, my voice