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Abigail's pov -As I step into the comforting embrace of my home, the weariness of the day's labor settles into my bones. The challenges and triumphs I experienced during my deliveries fade into the background, eclipsed by a feeling of contentment that only comes from knowing I am exactly where I am meant to be.The shower's warm cascade washes away the physical and mental exhaustion, revitalizing my senses and refreshing my spirit. Wrapped in a fluffy towel, I make my way to my bedroom, my sanctuary, where dreams and reality intertwine.With a sigh of relief, I sink into the softness of my bed, its comforting embrace inviting me to let go of the day's responsibilities. The familiar glow of my phone illuminates the dimly lit room, and I find myself drawn to it, the allure of connection and possibility beckoning me.Opening the I*******m app, my heart skips a beat as I see Mick's profile, his handsome face smiling back at me. It's as if the world around me fades into the background, and
Michael's pov - I find myself standing in a realm between consciousness and dreams, a hazy landscape where reality mingles with the ethereal. In this mysterious place, a yearning stirs within me, a longing for the girl whose face remains elusive, yet whose presence captivates my every thought. She is my Tuberose, the one I desire to worship like a goddess in the temple of my heart. With a voice filled with longing, I call out to her, pleading for her to reveal herself. "Tuberose, please come to me," I whisper, my words carried on a tender sigh. "Let me see your face, know your name, and hold you in my arms." As if in response to my entreaty, a figure begins to materialize before me, her features obscured by a soft haze. Tuberose, the embodiment of mystery and allure, stands before me, her presence filling the space between us with an intoxicating energy. Her voice, like a gentle caress, reaches my ears. "Michael, my beloved, the time will come when I shall reveal my identity to you
Ema's pov - As I sit in the office, my mind races with anticipation and excitement. The internship in Michael's company has been an incredible opportunity for me to gain practical experience and knowledge in the business world. However, it has also served as a stepping stone towards my true goal: to gather enough knowledge to join my father's business. I don't want to rely on the advantage of my family connections; I want to earn my place in the industry. I share my aspirations with Michael, feeling a mixture of nerves and eagerness. His office exudes an air of professionalism, yet he manages to create a welcoming atmosphere that puts me at ease. Michael listens attentively as I lay out my plans, and when I finish, there's a moment of silence that hangs between us. Then, with a warm smile, Michael leans back in his chair and clasps his hands together. His eyes radiate wisdom and experience as he begins to speak. "Ema, I appreciate your honesty and the sincerity with which you approa
Michael's pov - As I sit in my office, surrounded by the trappings of success, my thoughts drift towards Tuberose. It has been two months since her book was published, and its impact on my life has been nothing short of remarkable. My business has soared to new heights, and her words have resonated with millions of readers worldwide. The book has become a sensation, selling three million copies in just two months, making it the best-selling book of all time. I owe a debt of gratitude to Tuberose for this incredible achievement. Yet, amidst the celebrations, one question continues to nag at me: How can I discover Tuberose's true identity? I have exhausted every possible avenue, but she remains an enigma, revealing nothing more than her gender. I yearn to know the person behind the brilliant words, the one who has impacted my life in such profound ways. Interrupting my reverie, Abigail's voice breaks through the silence. "May I come in, sir?" she asks politely. "Yes, please," I repli
Abigail's pov - As I return to my desk, a wave of conflicting emotions washes over me. The encounter with Michael in his office has left me in a state of unease. His inquiry about how I knew Tuberose's gender has ignited a whirlwind of thoughts within me. I find myself torn between revealing the truth and keeping my secret hidden. Should I confess to Michael that I am the elusive Tuberose, the one whose words have captured his heart and imagination? Or should I remain silent, preserving the distance between my identity as Abigail and my alter ego as Tuberose? The truth is, I am scared. Scared of how Michael might react to the revelation. Will he see me differently? Will his perception of me change? I don't want to be the one he looks at with admiration solely for my talent. I want him to love me for who I am as a person, as Abigail, not just as Tuberose. But the weight of this secret is becoming burdensome. I feel a longing to share my truth, to let him in on the secret that has bo
Abigail's pov - As we sit in the hospital corridor, the tension in the air is palpable. The fluorescent lights cast a cold, sterile glow on the walls, amplifying the heaviness that hangs between us. I turn to Michael, my eyes filled with concern, desperately seeking answers to the questions that weigh on my mind. "Michael, what happened to your dad?" I ask softly, trying to convey both my curiosity and empathy. His gaze shifts, filled with a mixture of sorrow and vulnerability. He takes a moment to collect himself before he begins to share a part of his past that he has carried with him for so long. My heart aches as I listen, knowing that the pain he carries runs deep. With a deep breath, Michael's voice trembles slightly as he begins, "It happened when I was just thirteen years old. It was a seemingly ordinary day, one filled with anticipation and hope. My mom, dad, and I decided to take a trip together, seeking moments of joy and togetherness." I nod, urging him to continue, my
Michael's pov - The sterile hospital room feels suffocating as we enter. The beeping of machines fills the air, reminding us of the fragility of life. My heart pounds in my chest as I approach the bed where my father lies, surrounded by an entanglement of wires and monitors. Abigail stands by my side, her presence offering a sense of stability amidst the chaos. My father's eyes flutter open, and a faint smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he sees me. Relief washes over me, mingled with a deep sense of gratitude that he is still with us. After all these years, the guilt I've carried from that tragic accident resurfaces, but his presence reminds me that forgiveness can exist even in the face of unspeakable pain. In a feeble voice, my father beckons Abigail to his left side, a request that sends a jolt of confusion through both of us. As she hesitantly moves to his side, I try to process the words that escape his lips. "Please, get married." I freeze, my eyes widening in disbelie
Abigail's pov - A mixture of joy and apprehension floods my heart as Michael and I stand there, our hands tightly intertwined. The weight of his father's unexpected request lingers in the air, casting a shadow over our budding relationship. I can't help but wonder if Michael's agreement to marry me is solely driven by his father's wishes, or if it stems from a genuine desire to be with me. Unable to contain my curiosity, I squeeze Michael's hand gently, my voice filled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. "Michael, I need to know... Do you truly want this? Do you want to marry me?" His response is tinged with hesitation, his voice reflecting his inner turmoil. "Abigail, I care deeply for you, there's no doubt about that. But I can't ignore the conflicting emotions I have for Tuberose. It's complicated, and I'm unsure about this wedding." A wave of conflicting emotions washes over me—happiness at the thought of being with Michael, but also a twinge of sadness and doubt. Tuberose,