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THE TRADED WIFE The News
The next day, Abigail wakes up from a loud knock on her door, only to find herself sleeping on the cold floor in front of it while the bag still rests beside her.She looked around her room to realise it was already morning when another knock hit the door to grab her attention.She slowly got up from the floor to open the door, but before she could pull the doorknob, her leg bumped over her bag, and she looked down to realise the bag was still there.Her forehead's lines showed up, and she soon quickly picked up the bag. "I need to hide this bag before anyone notices." She looked around the room to find a suitable place to hide this, and the door bang turned harder. She nervously looked at the door and rushed to the cupboard's corner to hide the bag. After placing it in the corner, she adjusted her clothes and walked to the door.She took a deep breath to calm her nervous breath and slowly opened the door to find Martin standing in front of her door, a gloomy expression on his face
THE TRADED WIFE Runaway
Abigail changed into a bridal gown with the help of a lady, and once it was done, the lady could not restrain herself but compliment her beauty."Mam, you are looking truly a goddess.""I have make-over many brides, but you are a different level of beauty." "Now, you should see yourself in the mirror." Abigail, who doesn't care about her dress or this wedding, turned with a void expression on her face and looked at herself in the mirror.Her eyes first dropped on her fish-cut style bridal dress, which was not pure white but a transparent peachy shade. The details of pearls give a fresh vibe to the dress. The fish cut compliments her sexy, curvy body so perfectly. It looks elegant and, at the same time, sexy. As it was off-shoulder, her long swan-like neck looked tempted. She was wearing a diamond necklace to compliment her dress.When she raised her eyes further, she stopped over her face.She can't deny the fact she looked beautiful. The make-up was soft texture and done brilitaly.
THE TRADED WIFE Hiding In The Room
"God, please help me to out." Abigail was praying, shutting her eyes, when the next second suddenly, the elevator stopped in mid-floor, and doors opened with a 'Ding' sound.Out of alert, she opened her eyes and looked before her, but glimpsing, no one was outside. She soon rests assured and presses the button to close the elevator immediately. However, it did not work. The door did not close or move. She tried once again but still saw no result. Her expression frowned."What the hell!" "What happened to this button?" She tried to press another button, but the same goes for others, which made her feel anxious, and she tried to press the button repeatedly. The more she pushed the button, the more anxiety created within her heart. To be caught by someone soon."Why did it stop working?" Despite repeatedly trying, the button did not work, making her tense. Her hands almost shook because of apprehension, and she muttered in frustration, "What should I do now?" She is scared; some
THE TRADED WIFE They Meet
Byron walked out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel around his waist, and his hands were busy to dry his wet hair with another small towel. He slowly walked towards the dressing mirror and looked at his tan body with huge muscles where water droplets could be seen because of still wetness. He moved the towel from his hair to his body to get it dry. He continued doing it in his back, shoulder, and stomach and then moved to his arms when he suddenly paused to see something unusual in the mirror.His brows arched with seriousness while his calm expression got instantly hardened. He turned angrily and gazed at the long white curtains where he could see the small feet with red nail paints. Could not restrain himself but got boiled in anger."Who is there?""Come out right now!" His tone was filled with demand.However, when the feet with red nail paints did not move at all. His jaw clenched, and he spouted with an impatient, angry voice."Come out your own or else…." His eyes squinted, "I
THE TRADED WIFE Help Me
Abigail's room"Ms Lara, are you okay?" Martin looked at the makeover lady drinking the water his men passed on.Hearing him, she put the glass on the table and looked at him with apologetic eyes, "Yes, I'm fine, and I apologised; the bride ran from the wedding." "It's okay. It's not your duty to watch over her. Now you should go home and get proper rest. My man will drive you back home.""Thank you, Mr Martin." She nodded lightly."One more thing, you remember the contract thing. You can not speak about today to anyone." His gaze got severe."Yes, I remembered." She calmly answered."Good." He nods.One of the men takes her out of the room, leaving Martin and his men alone."What do you mean? She entered Boss Byron's room?" Martin glared at his men, "How did she go that far?" His expression got severe."She takes the stairs, and when we follow her. She hides inside one of the rooms. Our men informed us of her location from the CCTV footage room that they saw her enter the Big Boss r
THE TRADED WIFE Overthink
After the men left the room, Martin instantly dialled his Boss's number, and without even a minute, he heard a call answered by Byron, "Hello." "Hello Boss, Is Ms Abigail with you?" Martin's voice was pausing with tension when he asked Byron on the phone.On the other side, Byron glanced at Abigail before answering Martin in a direct tone, "Yes." Knowing it's a big mess, Martin raced his finger over his hair in frustration, "I'm sorry, Boss. I should not remove men from her door in the first place.""We will talk about that later; now, you should prepare everything for the evening. I'll be there soon." He ordered, and Martin understood what he meant, "Okay, Boss." "One more thing, get all the place clear until I walk to the main wedding hall." "Got It, Boss." Byron disconnected the call and threw the phone over the couch.Abigail watched that and hesitantly said, "So when are we going to leave this room?" Byron calmly glanced at her, "Right now.".."I don't know how much I can
THE TRADED WIFE His Identity
After coming out from the elevator, Abigail followed her gaze around to find there were a few staff only, and they were all busy with their own work. No one is staring at her or the man behind her. She felt dumb in this situation, which was almost 180 degrees opposite her imagination. Byron glanced at her from the corner of his eyes and smirked to see an awe expression on her face. Before leaving the room, he had texted Martin to let the Reception floor staff work. But they should ignore their presence when they come out. Everyone just following Byron's lead right now. "Did you see? No one really cares about your presence." Byron's word caught her attention, and she turned her gaze from all staff to him.But when a minute passed and she did not say anything, he questioned in a deep tone, "What? Are you not going to speak anymore?" "I guess I was wrong." Saying that she turned and started walking.Byron's eyes focused her back with a sharp gaze before finally starting to walk again
THE TRADED WIFE You Are Mine
Byron coldly snorted and put the gun down, "Let's Talk."Hearing him, she hesitantly opened her eyes and glanced at him in amazement.Byron turned and walked out from the hall, "Follow me." His voice sounds distant and cold.Abigail silently did as he said; she followed him until he stopped in the window corner, turned to meet her eyes, and spoke calmly, "I like your determination. So, I want to make a deal with you.""Deal?" She blurted out in doubt."Yes." His eyes all focused on her face."What type of deal?" She asked.Byron moved his back in front of her and looked out the window with a dull gaze. "I know, after what your ex and his family did to you. You wanted a revenge." He moved his eyes cornered to watch her action, and he noticed she was biting her lower lips, and her expression held aggression to hear their names.He looked outside the sky and added, "I can help you take your revenge.""And what do you need in exchange for this?" Abigail questioned. She was burning in rev
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