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81. The Threatening Message
UHASAHello readers, Do you think Ema is really in danger or another trap?
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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
Tuberose 86. Clinging to Hope
Abigail's pov - We arrive at the hospital, Jack, Ema, and I, all consumed by worry for Mick. The police had led us here, their presence providing some solace amidst the chaos. But now, as we stand outside the hospital doors, the kidnapper's escape fades into insignificance. All that matters is Mick's well-being, and my heart aches with fear and uncertainty. "Please stay here," a nurse instructs us, her voice carrying a mix of compassion and authority. We nod, understanding the limitations of our access at this moment. Our eyes remain fixed on the stretcher being wheeled away, carrying Mick's unconscious form, as the hospital staff rushes him into the emergency ward. Time slows to a crawl as we wait anxiously outside, minutes stretching into what feels like an eternity. The weight of the unknown presses upon us, and I can no longer hold back the tears that stream down my face. Jack's arms envelop me, providing a measure of comfort, but the worry in his eyes mirrors my own. "He will
Tuberose 87. Right or Wrong
Abigail's pov - We gathered around Mick's bed, our eyes fixed on his face, willing him to wake up. The room is filled with the sound of beeping machines, the steady rhythm of life persisting despite the turmoil that surrounds us. Ema's hand reaches out, touching Mick's arm gently, her voice laced with love and longing. "Come back to us, Mick. We need you," she whispers, her voice trembling with unshed tears. Though I frown at her. However, her concern seems real and I gulp my unhappiness with her way of treating my husband. Jack stands beside me, his gaze fixed on his friend, a mix of concern and unwavering loyalty shining in his eyes. He places a hand on my back, offering silent support in this moment of helplessness. Time stretches on, minutes blending into hours, as we sit by Mick's side, hoping and praying for a sign of improvement. The beeping of the monitors becomes a familiar soundtrack, a constant reminder that life is still present, even in its fragile state. Michael's fa
Tuberose 88. William's Anger Unleashed
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Tuberose 89. Dancing Hearts in Raindrops
Abigail's pov - I awake to find myself wrapped snugly in a blanket, the room bathed in a soft, warm glow. Confusion washes over me as I try to recall how I ended up here. I remember leaning against the sofa, but then everything becomes hazy. When did I fall asleep? Glancing around, I realize that Mick is not on the bed. Concern tugs at my heart, and I quickly sit up, scanning the room for any sign of him. Then, my eyes land on him, standing by the window, gazing out at the rain falling from the heavens. He seems lost in his thoughts, captivated by the tranquil beauty outside. Without hesitation, I walk over to him, my steps light and purposeful. "Hey, Mr. Husband. Enjoying alone?" I playfully call out, slipping my arm through his left and positioning myself by his side, leaning against his shoulder. He turns his head, a smile lighting up his face. "Sleeping wife and showering rain. The perfect view," he replies, his voice filled with warmth and affection. I can't help but giggle,
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