Abby's heart almost skipped a beat when she heard the statement that seemed to point at her. She didn't expect Gin to be able to read everything. Was it too obvious what she did to Zac? "Y-you—how did you know everything?" Abigail asked, stammering. "I told you, didn't I, that I'm better than Ms. Denver? Are you now willing to hire me as your bodyguard?" Gin asked humorously. He didn't want to continue talking about revenge or anything else. This was the first day he set foot in Abby's house; he didn't want his relationship with his sister to heat up initially. Hearing Gin's joke, Abigail laughed for a moment. "Oh, God, thank you for bringing me together with this brat. I've forgotten the last time I laughed like this," Abigail said, still with a lingering laugh. Gin couldn't help but join in the laughter. Seeing his sister's laughter, his heart warmed. Wasn't this what he had been dreaming of all along? "Gin, you really should know that I—"
"I want your heart, Abby. I want a place there, where no one can touch it, and only me." Zachary repeated his sentence, which, of course, made Abigail silent now. What was she supposed to say if he was asking for was difficult for her to grant? That was great. She won. She had succeeded in making Zachary crave for her and wanted her so much that he would do anything for her. Just like he said, right? Then what else? Wasn't it time to tear Zac to pieces to destroy Emerson's family? No, it wasn't. For Abby, this was not the time yet. Making Zac so crazy wasn't the end of it. The grudge made her even crazier. She wanted more. She tried to make another, wider gaping wound in Zac's heart, to make him crazy, broken, helpless so that she would be more satisfied. This vengeance drove Abby crazy. It made her addicted when everything went into her heart. She made sure not to finish so quickly. Wait, Zac... hold on for more exciting games!
"So that's it? You forgot about me and didn't invite me?" asked a girl whose noticeable arrival instantly soured Abigail's mood.Why would she come if she wasn't invited? Of course, to catch up with her boyfriend. Abby stopped what she was doing. "What are you doing here, Sidney? You weren't invited." She turned around to face the woman who had been behind her back. "Then why did you invite Zac? Don't forget that he's my boyfriend. After all, isn't he your business rival? Or... maybe you guys are related behind my back." "Why do your thoughts never change? Do you have any proof of what you've accused me of?" Abby replied calmly. However, if she weren't organizing another tactic, she would now agree to Sidney's accusation.Didn't she and Zac have a special relationship? Even a forbidden, it was still called a 'relationship'. Or was there another word that could describe it adequately? Because the two weren't even friends. "I'll prove it, Abigail; I'll ma
A man stood in the room, his glare fixed on the woman who stepped in. She didn't know what made her husband look so bad: a tightened jaw and a reddened eye looking at her intently with a bunch of paper in his hand."Is this what you do to me during this time, Abby?" The man's question caused the woman, whom he called Abby, to widen her eyes."Wh—what are you talking about, Zac? And what're you doing in my room?""Just answer my question!""Zac, what's it about? We're OK; nothing happened this morning. We even had sex and tried to fix our marriage. Then now—what happened, baby?" Abby eroded the distance between her and Zac, stroked his jaw, and looked into his eyes. "Is there someone who said something to you?""No one told me about anything—even you. I just found out myself that everything we've been through is just a piece of shit to you. You marry me for a purpose.""What? What are you talking about, Zac? Was it your father? Or was your mother the one who told you this? She's always
Abby looked at herself in the mirror in her room. She decided not to go home and chose to get ready at the office because she didn't want to waste time. She couldn't be late because her plans started with this event. She stepped gingerly into the ballroom. Hundreds of guests were already there, mingling, and their conversations must have been all about business. Abby was tired of talking about business at parties. Except today. Because she was going to cast her net from here. If she was in a good mood, it might not matter if she talked to a few people—only a few important people. Others not. However, Abby suddenly did not want to mingle with anyone. Except for the crown prince of the Emerson family. She then chose a place in the corner of the room, deliberately keeping out of sight because she didn't like it when people with dirty business brains approached her. Who doesn't know her? A businesswoman who was one of the most successful young business candidates. "There you are," sa
Abby was still concentrating in front of the large screen with diagrams showing the number and size of shares listed on the stock exchange.She would not miss the opportunity to expand her power in the business world, and she had to do it with a strong commitment. Especially now that she had a new rival.Meanwhile, other employees would simultaneously do the same. When a stock had good prospects, they would immediately contact Abby and purchase after getting her approval.This time, the enemy was not the old-generation Emerson, who couldn't even lift a leg without the help of a cane, but the crown prince. Zachary Emerson. Although to her, Zachary was relatively new to the field of stocks, Abby should not underestimate him."Miss Genovhia, stocks in the mining field have been raised. Which company are you eyeing?" one of the employees asked over the phone. "I think the candidates that I believe will skyrocket in two years are XYZ Company and Crakz.""Which one is more likely?""Both."
Abby left the room to meet Zachary, who was waiting in the lobby. She didn't want to be rushed and deliberately kept him waiting. It was punishment for his attitude that had made fun of her for her defeat at the stock exchange. When she arrived in front of Zac, the man stood up and looked at Abby with a look that she couldn't translate. Was that a form of harassment, too? Because Abby didn't like being stared at like that. "Sorry for keeping you waiting so long," Abby said, trying to be calm even though she was reluctant to make small talk with the man. Her main goal was to destroy by being an enemy, not by being a friend, let alone responding to the flirtatious behavior of male players like Zac. "Do you want us to talk in my room or..." "Wait. Are you the Abigail Genovhia who spoke to me on the phone earlier?" "You think?" Zac laughed softly, then cursed the stupidity of his question. Of course, it was Abigail; who else? "No, I mean... you're very different. A few hours
A woman had been sitting in her work chair since early morning. She couldn't close her eyes last night. Many thoughts plagued her mind. She was still trying to find whoever had caused her to be separated from her parents, taking away her childhood that she was forced to live without parental love. Abby could only sigh in resignation every time she remembered her life, which had turned into a nightmare since the arrival of the woman who claimed to be carrying her father's child. She still remembered the snippets of events at that time. She was 12 years old, happily awaiting the arrival of her younger sibling, who would enliven their home. She was thrilled because she would have a playmate. However, that happiness was instantly wiped out when the woman who claimed to be her father's illicit lover came with shocking news. Her mother cried hysterically and hit her father in the chest as he tried to explain and calm her down. The sound of things falling and things breaking into piece