Novels by Abbey writer

Varda's POVElisa and I sat on the bench outside of the mansion. She had ordered the guards to take Stephen's luggages insides, alongside the journal. I was too afraid to go inside, not only was it because I was afraid of bumping into Stephen but also because of what happened at the mansion, the gunshots too. Everything about the mansion made me feel unsafe, maybe leaving was the best idea. “What are you going to do?” Elisa asked, she rubbed my back gently and I was grateful that at least I was not dealing with all of this alone. If I had to deal with all these alone then I would have probably given up the moment Stephen asked me to leave. “Maybe it is best I leave.” I mumbled, my tone was low, barely above a whisper but loud enough for Elisa to hear me. “Oh no, please do not tell me you have given up already Varda. You sounded like you had a plan while you were talking to Fransisca.” Elisa said. I rolled my eyes, laughing at my own self. “I only did that because I did not want t

Varda's POVI was not sure I heard Stephen correctly. I furrowed my brows in confusion at him. “Excuse me?” Surprisingly Stephen turned to the guards and pointed at me. “This woman has 48 hours to leave the mansion. After 48 hours, you must make sure she is out of the mansion unless everyone here loses their job and I mean it!” Stephen yelled. I gulped a lump down my throat and staggered backward in shock. Was he actually being serious right now? All of a sudden, my vision became blurry and I was this close to tripping but fortunately for me, Elisa grabbed me and held me tight. “Stephen…” Francis started but Stephen held his hand up. “I already made my decision so do not even try to convince me.” Stephen said and without wasting another second, he walked into the mansion, ignoring Francis. Francis turned to me, he eyed me in somewhat disappointment before walking away too. Did he seriously believe that I took the journal? It seemed like no one believed at all. I was not even sure

Varda's POVWhat did Fransisca mean by that? Why did I get the feeling that Fransisca had done something to that journal and she was about to pin it all on me? “Stephen!” A familiar masculine voice yelled from behind. My gaze shifted to Francis who slowly stepped out of the mansion. He had a frown on his face and he was clearly irritated by the scenario in front of him. “What has gotten into you?” He yelled at Stephen, halting right in front of us. “How dare you harass your pregnant wife in front of everyone?” Stephen scoffed. He was clearly annoyed and that meant the journal was indeed something important to him, this was the second time I was seeing him this angry. “Hand me the journal now!” Stephen said to me in a cold tone, his grip on my wrist only tightened and it was beginning to hurt a lot. “I do not have it with me!” I cried out. I paused to groan in frustration. “Why am I the only being accused of it? What about Fransisca? She was in the hospital room with me too!” I ye

Varda's POVElisa's face turned pale. She ran towards me and shook her head in disagreement. “No way, that can not be possible.” She said, clearly terrified. I nodded. “I swear I left it right there. It was right there. How is it gone?” I was so frustrated right now because the last thing I needed was another arguement with Stephen. I also hated the idea of putting Elisa in trouble because obviously she was going to get into a lot of trouble with Stephen if we did not find that book. “Then where did it go Varda?” Elisa rubbed her temple. “Are you sure you did not take it?” At first, I wanted to be mad at Elisa for accusing me of taking Stephen's journal but then I realized that she was just as frustrated as I was, maybe even more frustrated because she was the one who would get into more trouble so it was totally understandable for her accuse me. “I did not!” I yelled. “It was right there. If I took it, I would have told you so but I swear I did not. I left it right there.”I was

Varda's POV As we slowly began to to walk out of the hospital, I leaned close to Elisa and whispered softly into her ear. “Hey Elisa, I wanted to ask about the journal. Did you end up keeping it into the bag?” I asked. Elisa halted in her steps and turned around to gaze at me with a confused look on her face. “What do you mean? I thought I told you to help me put it in the bag?” She raised a brow at me. I gulped a lump down my throat and rubbed the back of my neck before clearing my throat to speak. “Well about that….” I trailed off. “What about it?” Elisa turned to shoot dagger glares at me. “Varda, do not tell me you forgot to keep the book inside the bag.” She spoke through gritted teeth. I raised my hands in mock surrender. “In my defense, I did not forget to keep the book.”“Then what happened and where the hell is it?” The others had gone a bit ahead of us. Elisa grabbed me by the arm. “Varda please do not tell me you took Stephen's journal.” She whisper-yelled at me. I rol

Varda's POV Elisa continued packing but my eyes could not leave the journal, not for once. I was tempted to touch it and go through it but I knew snooping through it was invasion of privacy and that would be a really terrible thing to do. “Help me put the journal in the bag while I check the bathroom to see if he has any properties in there.” Elisa said and without waiting to hear my response, she stepped into the bathroom. Honestly, leaving me alone with the journal made me even more tempted to go through it. I was this close to picking it up and going through it when an annoying feminine voice rang out loud. “What a pretty journal.”I turned around to gaze at Fransisca with a frown on my face. “What do you want? Elisa and I are going a pretty good job at helping Stephen pack his things.” I snapped at her. “Are you sure? Because Stephen actually called me to the hospital. You remember right?” She cocked her head to the right and smirked proudly. “You must think Stephen actually