Novels by Abby

Jayden's POV My screen light shone with a notification sound. I picked up my phone. It was a message from my PA stating the meeting time with the investment group. I took a deep breath, stood up and walked to the bathroom. I stayed at the hotel longer than usual. I'd have gone home before dawn. But going home means facing her. The woman I was now married to. She didn't choose this either. I could see it on her face at the altar. But that doesn't change anything. She didn't look like someone who'd make this easy either. I could tell just from looking at her. Something behind her eyes that wasn't afraid of me. Or maybe I read her wrong. I didn't want her. That's one thing I know. I never wanted to get married. Standing at that altar with her yesterday was never part of my plan. I made a mistake and my father found the perfect way to use it. Marriage was his condition. His way of testing if I was still the man he raised or some broken, weary man. Regardless of how heartbroken

Ellie's POV Just then his towel fell down, I quickly scanned through as I saw his abs and hot sexy body with a huge dick. I've never seen anything like that before. Not even this type. I became ashamed and turned around not to look again. He quickly turned me around and made me face him. I felt my heart slam against my chest. “Why are you ashamed? Haven't you seen this before?” he asked with a straight look and I shaked my head, shivering. He looked at me intensely, and I didn't know what was in his mind as I quickly closed my eyes. This is beyond me. Whatever I'm feeling right now, I don't think it's appropriate. My husband is sexy indeed, I can't let him know of my consciousness. That's why I can't look. “You can take a look if you want.” Like he knew I wanted to. Before I could say a word, he covered the distance between us and I found myself walking backwards, and he walked forward also as he pinned me to the wall. "Don't you want this?" he asked. No emotion in his

Ellie's POV The doors opened and the music started. My father offered his arm and I took it because my legs needed something to hold onto. The aisle stretched ahead of us, lined with faces I didn't know, all watching, all waiting. I kept my face forward. I couldn't see the groom's face properly while we walked. My veil was covered. But I'd still see it every day of my life… I irked. I hated the feeling already. I wanted my career first and then marry the one I'll fall in love with someday. Not an arranged marriage I never bargained for. But I always knew it might end up like this. My mum always says I don't behave like a princess. Yes! I'm the only child of my parents and the only one who gets the Royalty training. It sucks! A lot of the time, I'm lonely. The veil was taken off and we took the Vow. I couldn't behold the face I saw. The young handsome-built man standing before me was my husband. Maybe I got lucky after all. No, I'm not. I didn't want this. Lucky

Ellie's POV I woke up slowly. Everything was a blur. The ceiling came first. I felt weak as I tried to sit up but realized the weights on both my wrists. I looked at it and realized my hands were chained, tied to the bedpost. Lying on the bed, the whole room felt dizzy as I tried to recall what happened. The escape. Yes! I wanted to escape. We were so close to it. We had already walked out of the palace gate. Then… Oh no! Where's Cleo’s aunt? What really happened? And then nothing. My memory was fighting the battle of recalling every detail. I needed to get out there. But how could I? Couldn't even stand up from my bed The door swung open. Both parents walked in, my mother's expression cutting sharper than my father's. “Ellie, what did you plan to do? You thought we were dumb and couldn't discover your plan?.” “My Princess Ellie.” My father, the most gentle man I've known, came to sit beside me. “You shouldn't have done that, we've talked about it. The groom is waiting,” h

Ellie's POV “Mum, I can't marry him.” I didn't sit. I stood my ground, hands folded, as my eyes fixed on her. “How do you expect me to spend my life with someone I don't know, and I've never met before?” My voice almost gave way. She looked up. Not even blinking. "You will. You'll marry him, and you'll get to know him.” She sat up, adjusted herself on the bed she sat on. Her expression changed. Something lighter. “Don't worry, you're going to love him as you get to know him.” A smile crossed her face. “Remember how I knew your father, the king? I met him just this way. I was a young, naive princess just like you, but I got to know him better after our marriage, and we're still in love till this moment.” My mum told me the story she has been telling me for decades. I could literally recite every word. I'm sure she wanted me to prepare for this moment. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “But mum, I have dreams, I want to continue my studies, travel round the world, treat sick p