Abigail’s POV
*** “Mother, have you seen my charm bracelet?” I complained as I proceeded to look for my bracelet.“I saw it in the drawer. Let me go get it for you.” My stepmother politely replied before walking over to the drawer.“Here you go, sweetie.”I felt my heart swell with gratitude. A smile spread across my face as I reached out to accept the bracelet from her. But to my surprise, she didn’t give it to me right away. Instead, she gently grasped my hand in hers.“Allow me to assist the birthday princess,” she said with a warm smile, as she carefully placed the bracelet on my wrist. She then gave me a gentle pat on the back.The gesture was so kind and thoughtful that I felt a wave of gratitude wash over me. I had never felt more appreciated and loved, than at that moment.I was never one to get angry. I believed that my stepmother wanted the best for me and that was why she was eager to help me on my 20th birthday.My father, Lord William, filled the invitation list for my birthday party with the names of the most prominent and powerful people in the city. My father had made sure to invite all the most influential figures. I couldn’t help but feel a little overwhelmed by the thought of all these important people being there to celebrate my birthday. But at the same time, I felt a sense of pride and gratitude for my father’s efforts.This was the first time my father had ever held a celebration in my honor. Seeing my father go out of his way to show me how much he cared was a memory I will cherish forever.Despite being considered the illegitimate daughter by my family, they never introduced or acknowledged me to the public for that reason.I was gazing at my reflection in the mirror when suddenly I heard my stepmother’s voice behind me. “Here, take this”“What is this?” I inquired curiously, my attention drawn to the glass that my stepmother was holding."This is a glass of herbal wine, mostly made from fresh herbs, and it helps keep the body active," my stepmother replied, giving me a warm smile. “A lot of people are here to see you, hurry up and drink it before it loses its potency.”I nodded and then gulped the wine down my throat, brushing aside the slight discomfort that I felt.“It’s a little bitter” The words spill out of my mouth. “It is always like that, dear. Now hurry up, your dress is in Room 203, Ethan is waiting for you.” She said, her melodious soothing to my ears.“Alright mum” I nodded in agreement before leaving the room. On the top floor was room 203. My beloved boyfriend, Ethan, must have been eager to see me.I had a nightgown on. I was also wearing heels, so it wasn’t a pleasant experience for me.As i moved up the stairs, my eyes started to get blurry, and I had to lean against the wall for support.Ignoring the pain i felt in my legs, i started to walk again but this time around my limbs started to go numb and i found it difficult to get to the top of the stairs.I whispered in a hushed tone. “I need help”Walking started to become a task for me as I felt myself getting weaker with every passing second.My gaze fell on the rooms that were by the right. Room 203 should be somewhere close, it was just a few steps away. After a long while, I successfully arrived at the top of the stairs.My eyes looked at room 203, whose door was open, without wasting any time I went inside.The dark, musty room reeked of alcohol and tobacco. The stench nearly choking me as I entered. The thick, hazy air was full of smoke, making it difficult for me to see.“Ethan, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Please call the doctor.” I pleaded and then felt a strange heat engulfing me. It reached a point where I had to unbutton my dress quickly because I could no longer bear to keep it on me.“Baby, please call the doctor,” I cried out and managed to get on the big fluffy bed. I spread my arms wide, making myself feel a bit of comfort. The only piece of cloth I had on was my bra and panties.“Baby!”“You are looking quite dashing tonight. My grandfather certainly has a good eye for quality.”“I want to have the best experience of my life today” I chuckled lightly and bit my lower lip.I heard him whisper some words that I could not comprehend. Though his voice sounded different, but I couldn’t focus my eyes to see his face.Fueled with a mix of desire, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him with intensity.In return, he kissed me back with equal passion.My now torn bra, which was ripped apart by his bare hands, exposed my round, soft breast and erect nipple.“I want you. I can’t control myself any longer.” I uttered softly, leaving lipstick stains on his chiseled chest.“Now, I will make you scream my name. After today you will beg for me to take you over and over again. I know how girls like you want it.”My body shivered in excitement as he gently inserted his warm tongue into my mouth.The taste of his minty breath clung to my lips, leaving me wanting more. Without warning, he crashed his lips against mine, fierce and demanding.Our kisses became more intense, and I felt his fingers slide under my panties and pull them away.As we were lost in our own separate worlds, our gasps and groans were the only sounds I heard. Touching each other in a way that satisfied our desires.“Fuck! Why are you this tight?”I let out a cry as i felt the pain shoot through my legs as he inserted two fingers inside, increasing his pace.Painful at first, but I started to feel immense pleasure and pain at the same time. For some reason, I liked the feeling and wished for it to never stop.“First time, huh?” I heard him question. My lips parted as his long weapon proudly stood between my thighs.I took a long breath as he inserted his huge member into me. Biting my tongue seemed to have a little effect as my gasps grew louder.“You will get your pay tomorrow. “He stated, thrusting deeper.Abigail’s POV The next morning, I was in severe pain throughout my body, particularly in my lower body. I winced and slowly sat up, blinking my eyes open.My eyes darted around the room. I felt a warm breath on my back and I spun around to see where it was coming from.I caught sight of a man sleeping soundly in the bed with the sheets pulled up over his face. I gulped in fear and my heart began to race.Where was I? It didn’t take long for me to realize that I was naked under the sheets. Knowing what I had done, I began to weep.What would my father think of me? And most especially my boyfriend, Ethan.They would all call me a slut because I had sex with a stranger. If anyone found out about this, then my life would be miserable and useless.I was terrified of what people would think of me if they knew what had happened. They would probably see me as a promiscuous lady.If my family learned about this, then I would be in serious trouble.I bit my lip. “No one must know about this.
Five years later,Abigail’s POV ***“Audrey, please be a good boy and stay close to me,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm and steady. “I’m worried that you’ll get lost in the airport if you wander off. You know how important it is for us to stay together.” He was only four years old, and I knew he could be quite stubborn, but he was also the most adorable child I had ever seen. Despite his occasional tantrums, he had my heart completely wrapped around his little finger.“Mom, I’m not a baby anymore! I’m a big boy, and I can take care of myself. I should be the one protecting you, not the other way around,” Audrey protested, his little cheeks puffed up with indignation. He was definitely an intelligent child, with a strong will and a determined spirit. But he was still so young, and I couldn’t help but worry about him.I giggled lightly, “Your aunt, Joyce, will be here soon, let us sit down and wait for her.” Audrey’s eyes lit up when he heard his aunt’s name. I had told him so m
Abigail's POV *** I stepped through the door of my childhood home, taking in my surroundings. Nothing had changed in the five years I'd been away. It was as if time had stopped in this place, and it was still stuck in the past. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart and my shaking legs.My heart pounded in my chest, thudding loudly as I walked down the hall. It felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. My body was still trembling, my hands shaked uncontrollably.I only needed to see my father, and after that, i would leave the house.I trudged up the stairs, wiping the sweat from my brow. I had lived in this house for twenty years, and I knew its layout like the back of my hand. I could easily find my way to my father's room, but just as I was about to climb the next step, I heard a familiar voice call out my name."Welcome back, sister. " I turned back only to see Lana and Ethan standing a few steps away, their hands intertwined. My heart sank, and I felt a wave
Abigail's POV *** "Father," I whispered, as I crept into the room, careful not to make a sound. I closed the door behind me, then approached him slowly.When I reached the bedside, I noticed how gaunt my father had become. His once-strong frame was now frail, his breathing shallow and labored. I felt a pang of sadness as I took in his appearance.I sat down on the edge of the bed, taking care not to jostle the mattress and disturb his rest. I was careful not to make a sound, hoping that he would remain asleep.As I studied my father's face, I noticed that his hair had turned almost completely gray. The silvery strands were twice as numerous as the last time I saw him.Tears rolled down my cheek and I quickly brushed it away, not wanting to be caught crying. I didn't want to worry my father, especially not now.My father had always been so kind and generous, always putting others before himself. He had done so much good in the world, and yet here he was, suffering. It didn't seem fair
Abigail's POV *** My fury was beyond words, and all I could do was clench my jaw and bite back the urge to rip into the witch's neck. I knew that violence wouldn't solve anything, but it was hard to keep my emotions in check.Though I would have preferred to look away but i forced myself to turn and face her. I caught sight of the tray in her hands, trying to ignore the smell of fresh, warm food."Ah, it's wonderful to see your daughter here, isn't it? I'm glad we've moved past our differences. It was quite a difficult time, but we've come out stronger." She flashed a feigned surprise and approached me with an angelic smile.Her smile was so sickeningly sweet, it made me want to gag. Despite the cheerful expression on her face, I could see the malice and hatred behind her eyes. It was clear that she despised us, and we felt the same way about her. The act she was putting on was so transparent, it was almost laughable. This woman, with her saccharine smile and forced kindness, was t
Abigail's POV *** I had many schools to choose from in my neighborhood, but one caught my attention. It was close to my apartment, just a short walk away. That was an important factor, as I didn't want to waste time commuting. Plus, the school seemed like a good fit for my son. I carefully reviewed all the details about the school, and I was convinced it was the right choice for my son. So I clicked the "Apply" button and uploaded a photo of my son, Audrey. The payment process was straightforward - I just had to enter my credit card information into a secure online form. I appreciated the convenience of paying online, as it saved me the hassle of writing a check or mailing a money order. Once I completed the payment, I was able to move on to the next step. I tried to keep my eyes open, but they felt heavy and began to droop. Satisfied that I had successfully enrolled my son in the school, I shut down my computer and headed to bed. I lay down, my body feeling heavy and my eyes g
Third POVA middle-aged woman, with her gracefully aging features, offered a friendly wave to a young girl. Her stunning red gown complemented her equally radiant lipstick and the makeup she wore concealed the natural signs of age, transforming her into a youthful woman who could have passed for someone in her thirties.Kate slowly lowered her hand as she watched her daughter disappear from view, her shoulders relaxing as she exhaled a contented sigh. A fan as exquisite as a work of art was produced from her purse, and she waved it with a flourish, as though she were royalty.Kate walked with an air of poise and confidence, her hips swaying with the kind of effortless grace that can only come from years of self-assurance. Her body was a work of art, even in her maturity, and one could sense the allure that must have drawn people to her in her youth.The sleek silhouette of her Bugatti Veyron stood out among the other vehicles in the parking lot, and she strode towards it with a sense
Third POV "Father?" Kate called out, her voice echoing through the vast emptiness of the living room. The room was impeccably clean, with not a speck of dust to be seen, but there was no sign of her father. Only the servants were there, busying themselves with their chores. Exhaustion washed over her, and she sank down onto the plush velvet couch, leaning back into the soft cushions. "Get me an iced water, now!" Kate snapped, the frustration clear in her tone. She felt the heat rising within her, and she needed something to cool her down.A maid quickly scurried off to get the iced water, her footsteps echoing on the marble floor. She soon returned, carrying a tall glass filled with ice and cool, refreshing water. She placed it on the table in front of Kate, who reached for it gratefully. The maid stood motionless, waiting for Kate to dismiss her. She was trained never to leave the room until she was explicitly told to do so. She watched as Kate gestured for her to go, and she bow