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77. Fractured Hearts
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Tuberose 78. Echoes of Misunderstanding
Michael's pov - "I know," she scowls, her tone tinged with hurt and resignation. "There's no need to share the details with me. It's fine. After all, it's your life, and I don't have any right to ask you anything, Mick. Oh, sorry, Mr. Pattinson." The sarcasm in her words stings, each syllable an arrow piercing my already wounded heart. I reach out to hold her hand, hoping to bridge the emotional chasm that has grown between us. "Abby, please, let me explain," I plead, my voice cracking with raw emotion. But she pulls away, her hand slipping from my grasp, leaving behind an emptiness that mirrors the void in my soul. She turns away, her gaze fixed on the rain-soaked window, her voice barely a whisper. "You've hurt me in so many ways, Mick," she says, her words laden with sorrow and resignation. At that moment, I realize the magnitude of my mistakes, the devastating consequences of my actions. A wave of regret washes over me, the weight of my choices crashing down upon me. With tears
Tuberose 79. A Passionate Reconciliation
Michael's POV - "Okay, then. If you guys want to solve it by yourself. I am not saying anything. However, I am just a knock away from you, my child." Dad pats her shoulder and leaves by giving me a gaze of rage. I take baby steps toward her. She changes her direction so I take faster steps and hold her right hand. "Listen to me, please." I plead, feeling the weight of the situation. I don't know why she is so stubborn. She clenches her fist, her eyes burning with stubbornness. "I have no interest in listening to your intimacy with another girl," she retorts, her words hitting me like a punch to the gut. It's clear that convincing her won't be easy. I steel myself, determined to make her hear me out. "Won't you at least hear me out?" I ask, my determination solidifying. She forcefully pulls her hand from my grip, her voice laced with defiance. "No, you can't force me, Mr. Pattinson," she states, uttering my last name with a touch of venom. It stings to hear her say it with such disd
Tuberose 80. A Fiery Reunion
***Mature Content Alert Michael's pov - "I am sorry for asking you to call me, Mr. Pattinson," I mumbled as I grazed my lips against hers, slightly teasing her. Her lips trembled, and her breath hitched when I licked her lips. It surprises me when she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer. God! Why did you make her so attractive? Those soft lips graze mine, and I find myself biting them. She moans and that makes me craze to do more. I lift her to my hips and slam her against the wall. She groans as her center ground on my crotch. My hands travel on her behind and squeeze them, making her moan loudly, and she drowns her center more aggressively. I turn left to lay her down on the table, keeping her legs wrapped around my waist. Her arms are still wrapped around my neck, and I pull away to look at her. Her eyes are calling me closer. We captured each other's lips again, my right hand started to squeeze her breast while my other hand supported her waist. She moans again wh
Tuberose 81. The Threatening Message
Michael's pov - As Abigail rests peacefully in my arms, her gentle breaths creating a soothing rhythm, I can't help but find myself lost in admiration of her beauty. The soft glow of moonlight spills into the room, casting a delicate illumination upon her features. It's moments like these when I am reminded of the incredible fortune I have to call her mine. I study her face, tracing the contours with my gaze, taking in every delicate detail. Her eyes closed in peaceful slumber, holding a captivating depth that never fails to draw me in. The curve of her lips, slightly upturned, reveals a hint of a smile, an indication of the happiness that resides within her even in her dreams. With the gentlest touch, I graze my knuckles along her smooth skin, savoring the warmth and softness that lies beneath. A slight tickle elicits a barely perceptible smile, a small reflection of the joy she brings to my life. It's moments like these that make me realize how truly lucky I am to have her by my s
Tuberose 82. Bonds Tested
Michael's pov - I rush to the balcony, my heart pounding in my chest as I answer the call. The voice on the other end sends a chill down my spine. "Hello..." I manage to utter, my voice betraying my fear and uncertainty. "How important is she to you?" The question hangs in the air, heavy with an underlying threat that I can't quite decipher. I quickly gather my thoughts, searching for the right words to respond. "She is my wife's best friend," I answer, trying to downplay the significance of Ema's role in my life. I sense there's more to this conversation, a hidden motive behind the caller's inquiries. "And?" the voice presses, leaving me feeling even more unsettled. "She is also my employee," I reply, my mind racing to understand the intent behind these probing questions. Why is this person so interested in Ema's importance to me? What do they want? "Don't make me freak out, man," the caller warns, their tone dripping with an unsettling mix of menace and frustration. My anxiety
Tuberose 83. True Strength of Love
Michael's pov - "How?" I inquire, my voice laced with equal parts curiosity and apprehension. I am desperate for a solution, but a part of me hesitates to accept her assistance, unsure of the implications it might have on our relationship. "Maybe with something that I can't prove," she says, her words carrying a hint of mystery. "But don't worry, it's my money, and it's legal. You can use it." My heart sinks, the weight of my past words and judgments crashing down upon me. How could I have called her a gold digger when she possesses such wealth? How could I have been so blind to her achievements and success? A mix of emotions swirls within me—gratitude, guilt, and a deep sense of remorse. I realize now that I've underestimated Abby, and reduced her to mere stereotypes without truly understanding the depth of her character and accomplishments. I take a moment to reflect on the times I've seen her tirelessly working multiple jobs when we first met, her determination and drive to succe
Tuberose 84. Serendipitous Interruption
Abigail's pov - I step out of the shower, the cool air causing goosebumps to form on my skin. Wrapped in a towel, droplets of water cascade down my body as I make my way toward the dressing room. But then, something catches my eye. There he is, lying peacefully on the bed, fast asleep. The sight of him in such a vulnerable state fills me with an overwhelming rush of affection. I can't help but admire his tousled hair, the way it falls gently across his forehead. He looks so peaceful, like a child lost in a blissful dream. A soft smile forms on my lips as I approach him, my heart filled with warmth and love. I take a seat beside him, unable to resist the temptation to be closer to him. My fingers tingle with the desire to touch his hair, to run them through the strands that have always held a certain fascination for me. Unconsciously, I reach out, gently grazing his hair, reveling in the softness beneath my fingertips. But my touch, however gentle, stirs something within him. He sti
Tuberose 85. Fear of losing
Abigail's pov - As we approach the entrance, Mick takes the lead, his footsteps echoing through the desolate space. "Stay close," he whispers, his voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart. "And be ready for anything." The warehouse is shrouded in darkness, the only illumination coming from thin slivers of light seeping through the gaps in the boarded-up windows. The air hangs heavy with the scent of dampness and decay, heightening our senses as we navigate the labyrinthine corridors. With each step, anticipation and anxiety intertwine, creating a knot in the pit of my stomach. I try to steady my breathing, my mind focused on the task at hand. We must find Ema, no matter the cost. As we turn a corner, a dim light flickers ahead, casting eerie shadows along the walls. A muffled sound reaches our ears, a whimper perhaps, or a distant cry for help. Adrenaline courses through my veins, fueling my resolve. We move closer, the tension thickening with every passing moment. Mick
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