“How could you be so heartless? Susanna’s been through enough. She’s grieving. She’s pregnant. And you…you can’t even show a little compassion?” ------------ When Abigail Remington's beautiful sister-in-law, Susanna, suddenly arrives at her house unannounced, everything starts to go wrong. With crocodile tears and a large amount of luggage, Susanna quickly makes herself at home in Abigail's life, stealing the attention of Abigail’s husband, Conrad. As Susanna wraps him around her finger, Abigail can’t help but feel left behind, especially when her husband can't see Susanna for who she truly is. Everything begins to revolve around Susanna - “Susanna is pregnant.” “Susanna is grieving.” “Susanna needs our help as family right now.” But no one ever asks Abigail what she needs. As she is constantly pushed aside for anything and everything Susanna needs, Abigail is forced to ask herself, is Susanna trying to become the second Mrs Remington? And will her husband, Conrad, fall for her tricks? Or is Abigail herself the one being tricked here? What's the secret between Susanna and Conrad that they are hiding from her?
View MoreAlexanderI watched Abigail carefully, my breath caught somewhere in my throat as I noticed the telltale shine in her eyes. Was she… about to cry?Panic gripped me before I could stop it.Had I said something wrong? Something too harsh? No, that didn’t make sense. I’d only told her the truth, and I meant every word. But I wasn’t exactly used to comforting people. If she cried, what was I supposed to do?I kept my gaze on her, bracing myself for the possibility, already trying to come up with a plan, but before I could spiral further, Abigail blinked hard and, thankfully, downed the rest of her wine instead.Relief flooded me so fast that I only then realized how tensely I’d been holding myself.She set her glass down with a soft clink and gave me a wry smile. "Well, well," she drawled, her voice carrying a hint of mischief. "I think I have some blackmail material on you now."I arched a brow. "Do you?""Oh, absolutely," she continued, leaning slightly forward, as if she were sharing s
AbigailAlexander swirled his wine again, thoughtful. “And you think this will be enough to break her?”“She’s impulsive,” I said. “She acts without thinking. The more desperate she gets, the more mistakes she’ll make. And when she does, Liliana will have to clean up after her. Again. It won’t be long before they fall into a disagreement. And once Susanna is isolated…”“That’s when we strike.”I nodded. Alexander studied me over the rim of his glass. “You’re good at this.”“At thinking like them?” I shrugged. “I’ve spent enough time dealing with them. I guess I picked up a few tricks.”His gaze lingered on me for a moment longer before he leaned back in his seat, a slow, approving smile curving his lips.I let my words settle between us, expecting another response from Alexander. But he didn’t say anything rig
AbigailI stepped inside as Alexander closed the door behind me. The apartment had a quiet elegance to it, and the air was pleasantly scented with something warm and inviting, like a mixture of freshly cooked food and faint cologne.“Did you have much trouble finding the place?” Alexander asked, his tone casual.I shook my head. “Not at all.”Deciding to let my curiosity lead, I glanced around before turning to him with a raised brow. “So… is this place yours?”He let out a noncommittal hum. “Something like that.”That wasn’t much of an answer, but I supposed I should’ve expected that from him. I stepped further in, taking in the cozy living room. The furniture was modern, with its plush cushions, and neutral colors. It didn’t look overly personal, which made me guess it was fully furnished. Letting out a low whistle, I glanced at him. “I’m guessing all of this came w
AbigailI sat on the edge of my mother’s bed, an old photo album resting on my lap. I had found it in her drawer earlier while looking for a hair brush earlier, and I'd abandoned untangling my hair to go through it. The album's leather cover was worn and softened from years of handling. My fingers traced the edges of a faded picture, my younger self smiling up at me from the glossy surface. Opposite me in the photograph, Liam stood with a wide, toothy grin, holding up the trophy he’d won at the regional spelling bee. Our mother stood between us, her arms wrapped around our shoulders, pride glowing in her eyes.I let out a soft breath, a sad smile playing on my lips as I remembered that day. He had been so nervous before the competition, pacing the hallway outside the auditorium, mouthing words under his breath. I had teased him relentlessly, telling him his brain was probably bigger than his head, but when he won, I had been the loudest one cheering.That was a time when life had felt
The atmosphere around the hospital was quiet, save for the distant noise coming from the cars on the road nearby and the steady hum of electricity and medical monitors inside the building. Outside, two uniformed police officers stood near the entrance, speaking to a pair of nurses who had just come from the emergency unit. Their expressions were weary and tired, and one of them rubbed off sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief as he exchanged an annoyed glance with his partner. His partner, a middle-aged man with sharp eyes and a weathered face, only shrugged and adjusted his belt before addressing the nurses."So, it's confirmed then?" he asked.The younger nurse nodded soberly. "Yes. Liam Greer was declared dead upon arrival. Cause of death appears to be complications from drug withdrawal due to severe drug abuse."Her colleague handed the officer a copy of the death certificate. He took it with a slight frown, scanning over the details carefully, as if he was hoping to fin
MarcelineI absently crossing one leg over the other as I waited, my thoughts still circling around Alexander and how best to frame him for this little disaster. Abigail was already out of her mind with worry, and if I worded it just right, she would be convinced in an instant. I was just mulling over the perfect way to deliver the news when my phone vibrated. It was Kurt.I unlocked my phone with a flick of my thumb, reading the message he’d sent me. "Liam has been declared dead. Room 407."I blinked once. Then twice. Dead?For a moment, I simply stared at the screen, waiting for some other message to follow, something correcting the mistake, but nothing came. My grip tightened around the phone, and a slow exhale escaped me. So the boy had actually died.I wasn’t sure if I was truly surprised. Withdrawal could be brutal, after all. But I had been careful, or at least, I had thought so. Whenever Liam got desperate, I had ensured my men fed him just enough to keep him hooked, just enou
MarcelineI stepped out of the car, the cool night air brushing against my skin as I adjusted the fur lined collar of my gown. Abigail stood near the stretcher where Liam's pitiful body was being placed, her shoulders stiff and her face drawn tight with desperation. A group of officers had closed in around her, their expressions unreadable.I couldn’t hear what was being said just yet, but whatever it was, I saw the precise moment Abigail’s world tilted. Her hand clutched at her chest, her lips parting as she uttered a stunned, "What?"I walked closer, my heels clicking against the pavement. A slow smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. This was looking interesting.Abigail’s face twisted with disbelief before morphing into an emotion more volatile; rage. “There is no way my brother could be involved in any sort of drug trafficking! You must be mistaken!” she barked, her voice sharp.The officers did not acknowledge her outburst. Their cold silence only enraged her further. Her fists
Abigail I ignored her. I couldn’t take my eyes off Liam. His entire body seemed on edge as he swayed slightly where he stood, gripping the edge of the doorframe like it was the only thing keeping him upright. Panic settled deep in my bones. How had he gotten this bad? I wanted to grab him and shake him back to himself. I could feel Marceline's eyes on me, watching everything. I swallowed hard, trying to steady myself. For Liam’s sake, I had to stay calm. I told myself to stay strong. Liam needed me to be strong. But the moment Liam laid eyes on Marceline and the man beside her, what he did next made all my resolve fly out the window. He staggered forward, his body trembling violently as if his bones were rattling inside him. His bloodshot eyes widened with desperation, and before I could stop him or before I could brace myself, he dropped to his knees with an awful, broken sound. “Please,” he gasped, looking up at Marceline and her man like they were his gods, like they were th
Abigail Spending the rest of the day with Roxy had left me refreshed. It made me glad to know the first move we had made had been so successful and I wanted to celebrate that with her. But more than that, I had wanted to make sure she was fine. After everything she had been through from being targeted by Susanna to being used as bait to lure her attacker out, she had tried to act as if it didn’t shake her, but I knew better. The exhaustion in her eyes and the stiff tway she held herself even when we were just outside together told me otherwise. Still, by the time I left, I felt satisfied with our progress. But the moment I stepped out of my car in front of my mother’s home, a strange feeling crawled over my skin. Something was wrong. The air felt… off. It was subtle, but I had learned to trust my instincts more. “Liam?” I called out, shutting the car door. Silence answered me. A frown settled on my lips. Liam had been relentless lately in trying to make up for everything he had
AbigailThe sound of a car woke me up, and I realized I had fallen asleep amidst a pile of documents. Lately, I’ve been getting sleepier and sleepier, probably because of the chaos at home. I’ve been busy taking over the burdens Conrad, my husband, has been carrying, hoping he’ll stop looking so troubled all the time.Looking out the window, I saw Conrad's car pull up. After getting out from the driver’s seat, he bent down to open the door for the passenger side. A woman stepped out and walked into the house. I couldn’t see the woman’s face from the window as it was hidden by her hat. Filled with curiosity, I went downstairs to greet them.As I came down to the bottom and moved toward the foyer, I couldn’t see who it was at first, only Conrad by the doorway, his head bent as he spoke to the woman just beyond my view. I couldn’t make out her words, but the voice was familiar. He was smiling—a smile so wide and bright it made me pause. I took a step closer, and that’s when she came into ...
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