Novels by Abbey writer

Varda's POVI let Stephen pull me out of the kitchen and into his office. He shut the door behind me and pointed to empty seat facing his desk. I gazed at the office with fear in me. The last time I was here, I remembered finding a gun in Stephen's desk, the same gun that had been pointed at Alex's head on the day of our wedding. I felt the hairs on my skin rise as flashbacks of the day Alex died slowly began to resurface in my head. I clutched the desk tight and struggled to catch my breath. This office scared the living shit out of me and it was even worse that Stephen never actually got to explain himself that night, all he did was dismiss it like it actually meant nothing for him meanwhile that hunted me for days. He owed me a fucking explanation but typical Stephen, he was good at pushing things asides whenever he did not feel like talking about them. He could not care less about how it would affect whoever it was. All he cared about was himself and his own feelings and that was

Varda's POV"I asked a question and I believe I at least deserve an answer." Stephen said, raising his voice at us a bit, well mostly at me because his eyes seemed to be directed at my direction. I was not surprised anyways, since Stephen and Elisa were buddy buddy, he would always take her side no matter what. Even if I tried to report Elisa to him, he would never believe me or take me serious and it was the same thing for Elisa too. They were tight and close, which is why I felt like things were a bit unfair for Alex, it seemed like Alex was the unloved one in this case. Elisa must have preferred Stephen to Alex because if that was not the case then she would not have allowed Stephen to even marry me in the first place. I meant, who would even approve of such an abomination asides my horrible parents? I just could not help but feel guilty about things, i felt like Alex was somewhere out there watching me and feeling complete disappointment in me. I felt bad, not like Alex was the be

Varda's POVElisa's words kept ringing loud in my head and no matter how hard I tried not to blame myself for it, I just could not help it. I was angry at myself. Was I really the reason why Florence or whatever her name truly was, was I really the reason why Florence had left? If I was the real reason then that meant i was really a horrible person. A very terrible person at that. I had ruined someone's life due to my own curiosity, i was being selfish. Deep down inside of me, I knew that Florence would face the consequences of my actions yet I went ahead with my plan and the only reason why that happened was because I was only thinking of myself, I was only considering my own feelings.Damn, was I slowly becoming like Stephen? It seemed like he was rubbing off on me so badly and i had not even realized that until now. Even Fransisca too, I was slowly becoming like her because God knows that the only reason why she wanted me to find the key to Alex's room was because of her own selfis

Varda's POV Elisa's face went blank and she kept quiet for minutes. I had to eventually ask in a serious tone. "What is going on?" I snapped at her. Elisa sighed heavily and immediately comported herself. She shook her head in disagreement. "I do not know what you are talking about Varda." She said in a serious tone. I had to scoff and roll my eyes at her because I was already sick of the bullshit lie everyone kept giving me. "Do you guys think I am a fucking idiot? I know this is planned and I know everyone in the mansion is pretending not to know Florence!" I yelled angrily, my loud voice attracted the attention of everyone in the kitchen, all the chefs stopped whatever it was that they were doing and excused themselves out of our sight. "Varda, what are you doing?" Elisa snapped at me. I scoffed for the umpteenth time and raised a brow at her. "Are you really asking me that or should I not be the one asking you that instead? You told me that I could trust you and now you pull thi

Varda's POV I was left in total confusion. What did they mean by the expression on their faces. I had to hastily clear my throat and ask. "What is going on? Why do you all look like that?" I felt my heart race extremely fast and my anxiety was slowly beginning to overwhelm me. Everything was confusing, what had happened again or rather what had someone do to me this time? I hated how one moment I would have something to hold onto and then the next moment, all of a sudden that thing would disappear from my hands. It was annoying and painful. One of the maids cleared her throat and smiled at me, a fake smile of course. "Ma'am, we do not know who Florence is. Perhaps you could ask the other maids." She said in a gentle tone. I released a heavy sigh of relief and placed my hand on my chest to calm my rapid heartbeat. Thank goodness that was the reason why they had that look on their face. I did not expect them to know Florence anyways, it seemed like Florence was a quiet reserved type,

Varda's POV"Are you even listening me Varda? I am telling you that you need to focus on your goal. I need you to be focused for me to actually help you. Are we cool?" Fransisca snapped at me. I jolted out my thoughts and faked a smile on my face. I had a change of plans, I was going to pretend to Fransisca like I did not care about Stephen and doing anything for him at all. I nodded my head in agreement. "Yeah, I guess you are right after all. Stephen is exactly like that. All he does is twist minds and make me think he is the good guy here when all he has done is actually suffer me." I said confidently and to my uttermost surprise, Fransisca nodded her head in agreement and snapped her hands in excitement at me. One thing I had confirmed for sure was that Fransisca did not like the idea of me and Stephen being on an agreement, as a matter of fact, she willing to sabotage it at all cost and honestly I was not surprised, I did not expect anything better from someone who was obsessed w