~Abigail~
I stood in front of my closet, scanning the array of clothes hanging before me. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions. I ought to be happy leaving Toronto for Montreal, where I'd lived all my life, but then I'm going to miss Toronto. It's already a part of me, studying here for four years like a normal student without people knowing who my family is. I wasn't the spoiled child; yes, I loved attention, but not the one filled with fake people. Packing my clothes feels like hard work right now. I'm so going to miss my room, people in Toronto, and school. I'd inhaled the scent of my wardrobe; that warm feeling crept into me. “Are you going to stare at your wardrobe all day, Abby,” I heard Taylor say; her mouth was filled up with cereal, and that made her words sound funny. She's my roommate and one of my close friends here in Toronto. I'd actually asked her to help me pack up since I'd been feeling too lazy to do so. “Nope, I'm just looking for things to pack and things to leave. I can't take all of my clothes,” I replied, my hands now on my hips. “Do you realize your flight is in six hours? You've packed nothing; are you sure you want to leave Toronto today?” She asked, her brows raised up as she stared at me. I moved closer to her and dragged her towards the wardrobe. “And that's why you are here, to help me out,” I muttered, and she snorted. “Fine, let's do this. You know we still have places to go before I take you to the airport. We need to pick up warm clothes; you know how cold Montreal is." She started rambling as she threw clothes to my side. I picked up the clothes and started arranging them in my bag; thank God she's got some list with her so I won't forget a thing or two. It took two full hours to pack all my luggage, and that was because of Taylor; she's such a darling and a time saver. I was about to put on a crop top and trousers when my phone buzzed. I picked it up from the bed to see a text from dad. ‘Don’t forget to pack warm clothes. Montreal can get chilly this time of the year. See you soon!’ I chuckled and decided to change my clothes. Now going back to Montreal gives me this sense of joy knowing my dad would be there. I'm grateful he decided to pick me up himself; I thought it would be one of his drivers. Don't get me wrong, my dad has always been there for me, but when he came for my graduation, he told me he wouldn't be able to pick me up and so seeing this message makes me happy. We got into Taylor's car, and she took me to a shopping mall to pick up a coat, and then once we were done, she drove off to Mike's place. Mike was outside his house; a knowing smile crept on his face as he noticed us park right in front of him. He pulled both of us into a warm hug, and I snuggled into his embrace. I'm so going to miss them; both of them are the highlight of my life in Toronto. Even though things didn't work between me and Mike, it did work out for him and Taylor. Well, it just kinda happened, him dating his best friend, but I'm glad they both got their happy ending, and I'm happy for them. He kissed Taylor on the lips and proceeded to grant me a peck on the cheeks. We spent some time in Mike's house and did lots of videos before going to the airport. I got there on time because it wasn't far from Mike's place. “I am you to miss you, Abby,” Taylor cooed, her eyes teary as she looked at me. Mike was holding my traveling bag while I held the handbag. I bit my lips, my eyes becoming wet as I looked at my two close friends. I'm going to miss Mike's Norway accent and his carefree spirit. I'm going to miss Taylor's mummy characters and her seriousness in every activity we do. I'm going to miss all the times we spent together, whether bad or good. The two of them had impacted me in the little year we've spent together; they've grown on me, and leaving them is just so hard. “I know, I'm Taylor. I'm going to miss you both,” I muttered and pulled them back into our group hug. “It’s okay, ladies. Don't cry; there's the internet. We are going to do a lot of face time and talking. Thank God the time zone isn't that different, and we could call at a convenient time,” Mike said, trying to lighten up the mood, but Taylor glared at him. “Face timing isn't the same as physical. I'm going to miss your laziness,” she murmured, and I laughed. “And I'm going to miss your food,” I stated, and we all chuckled. “What about me?” Mike piqued, I pinched his nose, and Taylor hit him lightly in the side. “I am going to miss you too,” I replied, and he smiled then shuffled my air. “Time to go, lady, or you'll miss your flight,” he reminded me. Once again, I pulled them into an embrace for some time and then wiped off the tears in my eyes. Mike handed me my bag, and I departed. ~~~ A few hours later, I arrived at the airport in Montreal. I looked everywhere for my dad; my lips formed into a smile when I saw my dad in his office wear; his dirty blonde hair was neatly arranged; his aristocratic nose was perfectly shaped; and that proud smile was seen on his lips. I rushed towards him and jumped on him. A hearty laughter escaped his lips as he carried me up and turned me around. I'd missed him so much that I had forgotten I wasn't a child any more. “My angel,” he murmured, dropping me down to the ground gently. “Dad,” I called, he held my hands and then walked me out of the airport. His men helped pick up my luggage while we caught up on all the things we've missed.~Abigail~ We were surrounded by the gentle murmurs of other diners. The smell of grilled salmon and freshly baked bread filled the air. I expected dad and I to have dinner at home prepared by Aunt Meg, but dad decided we should go out on a dinner date and spend quality time together.I loved the atmosphere here in the restaurant. It's a 5-star restaurant and can only be reserved if you're a VVIP and you've booked three months earlier, but my dad and I with other little privileged people can just come in anytime, any day. That's one of the advantages of being a Wellington. The view here makes Montreal far more beautiful, especially at night. The landscapes and buildings are just top notch if you're looking from this restaurant's view.I sliced into my steak, a small smile on my face as I recounted the moments with my friends.“Toronto is amazing, Dad,” I said, my eyes lightning up.“The food, the culture, and my friends—oh, you remember my friends, Taylor and Mike, right?” I prattled.
~Abigail~I sat at my assigned desk going through the stacks of old contracts that Uncle Lucas, or should I call him the grumpy old uncle, had handed me earlier. The room buzzed with activity, but I felt like an outsider, almost invisible. My focus kept drifting back to the uncomfortable meeting I had with Uncle Lucas this morning.It was my fault. I wasn't concentrating, yet he shouldn't be that rude to me in front of all those seated in the meeting. I won't lie underneath the anger I felt; embarrassment was there.Trying to focus back on my task, once I was done with the HR, Mr. Ethan asked me to take it to the grumpy old uncle's office. Immediately I got to this office, I met his assistant, Ray.“Are you here to give Mr. Lucas this?” he asked, looking at the files in my hands, and I nodded my head.“Alright, give it to me; he's busy now, but I'll drop it at his table,” he offered, and I smiled at him. Finally, someone who is nice to me on the first day at work.I smiled at him, “T
~Lucas~ As Abigail stormed out of the office, the door closed with a soft click, and I leaned back in my chair, a sly grin tugging on my lips. Her expression—tight-lipped, eyes flashing her—gave her away. No doubt she was angry, which almost made me chuckle. I hadn't expected her to agree to her father's request, and moreover, the way she took my criticism, I thought she would snap at me and quit, yet she hadn't done any of that.The look of her barely containing her anger flashed in my head, and I chuckled. She does have her dad's temper, and it is far more entertaining than anything I've ever come across. When she had walked into the meeting room, her beauty had caught me off guard. I hadn't seen her since she was a teenager, all gangly limbs and shy smiles. Now standing right in front of me in that smart business outfit, and her gingered hair styled in a bun made her look more like a mature lady who radiated from grace. Her delicate face was one of a kind; those slim lips were t
~Abigail~I watched my dad walk toward the plane, the tarmac beneath his feet gleaming in the late afternoon sun. The harsh roar of the engines in the distance drowned out everything else. He had his suitcase in hand, his expression focused but calm, the usual air of authority about him. I could tell he was trying to hide it, but I could see the faintest trace of unease in his eyes as he glanced back toward me.“Be good, Abby,” he called over his shoulder, his voice carrying despite the noise.I tried to smile, but the knot in my throat wouldn’t let me. Instead, I simply nodded, hoping I didn’t look as miserable as I felt. Dad didn’t like to show emotions, and I could already tell this trip was going to be harder for both of us than he let on.It wasn’t just that he was leaving for two months; it was the fact that his business trips meant no communication for the most part.“Daddy, I’ll miss you,” I whispered to myself, but of course, he was already inside the plane, heading toward hi
Breaking Point ~Abigail~I was buried in my work, my fingers tapping away at the keyboard. The ache in my back and shoulders had long since become a dull throb, but I chose to ignore it. I had so much to do, and I couldn’t afford to stop now. If I could just finish this report, maybe I’d take a break, maybe grab a coffee, maybe even go home early.“Abigail…” I suddenly heard my name.I lifted my head with a slight groan, expecting maybe one of my team members but what I saw instead made my brow furrow with confusion.Lucas.“Grumpy old man!” I muttered under my breath. His eyes met mine, sharp and piercing, as though I were some sort of puzzle he was always trying to figure out. The slight lift of his brow, his typical half-smirk, only deepened my discomfort.“I need you to come with me,” Lucas said, his voice calm but firm.My brow furrowed further, and I leaned back in my chair. “Come with you? To where?” I didn’t like the sound of that.“Meeting,” he said succinctly, tilting his
Abby’s POV I sat at my desk, trying to force my eyes to stop burning with unshed tears. Everything that happened was crushing me, I didn’t know how I walked out of that place, how I returned to this damn office…each second dragging like hours. My hands rested heavily on the keyboard, but I wasn’t typing. I was blinking over and over trying to keep my emotions in check, trying to make sure no one noticed the storm brewing inside me. I wanted to curl up into a ball, but I was stuck in this chair, stuck in this office, stuck with the endless humiliation of the morning replaying in my mind. The words Lucas had yelled at me earlier echoed in my head. My face burned just thinking about it, the sting of his accusations still fresh. I had never felt so small, so utterly worthless in front of anyone, let alone him. I let my forehead drop to my desk. I just wanted the day to be over. I wanted to escape from the suffocating tension of this office and the suffocating control Lucas had over me.
~Lucas~ I watched Abby storm out of my office, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor as she slammed the door behind her. The anger was evident in the way she moved, shoulders tense, face flushed with frustration. I should have felt guilty. I had deliberately pushed her buttons, taunted her, really getting under her skin like I knew I could. But as I sat there, staring at the door she had just exited through, I didn’t feel the satisfaction I expected. Instead, there was something else, a gnawing discomfort… I didn’t get it. I had always found Abby… difficult, and headstrong, but in a way that was endearing. She reminded me of her father in a lot of ways, and I always respected her. I still did. But today was different. When she’d gotten close, too close… I had caught the scent of her perfume, something floral but sharp, and for a brief moment, I had found it impossible to breathe. Our bodies had brushed, just barely, but I felt it. The heat. The awareness that humm
~Abigail~I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, feeling the remnants of my tears drying on my cheeks. My chest was tight, a mix of frustration, hurt, and disbelief swirling inside me..That’s what Lucas had said. Those three words echoed through my mind like a cruel mantra. I’d heard worse in my life. I’d survived worse. But hearing that from him…it felt different. It felt personal. For a moment, I’d questioned myself. Was I really just everything he said? Had I really worked so hard, just to be dismissed like that?I glanced over at the phone vibrating on the nightstand. Taylor. I didn’t want to pick up. I just wanted to curl up in bed and pretend everything would magically get better on its own. But I knew I couldn’t.With a sigh, I reached for my phone, forcing myself to clear my throat before answering. I couldn’t let Taylor hear how shaken I was. She’d know immediately something was wrong, and I wasn’t in the mood for her relentless questions.“Hey, Taylor,” I said, my voice
Lucas It was finally time. I mean, Lucinda believed that she could use the press against me as a weapon and I would sit back and watch. It was finally time to play the same game as her. I was already a rejuvenated man at this point when I realised that all along when I had been scared, Gavin was actually rooting for us. It felt really great that he was not fighting me for his daughter's attention and somehow, I was beginning to feel like I owed him much. At first, it was really hard to believe and I wanted to tell him to come clean on what he was planning on doing to me but I simply kept my mouth shut. It would be best to dwell on his current promise after all.I arrived at the venue for the conference and as soon as members of the press caught sight of me, they were already rushing towards me with a lot of questions spewing from their lips. I was intrigued at the moment with how desperate for information they all were but I made my way inside without saying a single word to them. As
Abigail I should have known that my father would react this way. I mean, what was I expecting? That he would stay silent and ignore me all through without any back up plan? Of course he was going to come over and I had been totally vulnerable at this point.Lucas was pretty much calm that I had not been expecting this sort of reaction from him. He was being respectful to my father in such a way that I was wondering if he would win the old stubborn man over. I have always had my way with my father being paved clearly for me because I was either throwing a tantrum or I was fighting against him. And that was the exact strategy I had been looking forward to sporting. Tormenting him until he had no other options but to give in had been my go to plan and I did not care one bit about anything else.I wanted to ask Lucas to stop but now he has mentioned Lucinda and my father was demanding to know if he had thrown me to her."Of course not, dad. Actually...." Just then, the doorbell rang and
Lucas It was beginning to show down that everything was going in different directions. I had not anticipated that Gavin would find out about us in this way as it would have been a more respectful approach when he was all healed and stuff. Right now, we had to make this decision because it would have been worse if he had to find this out through other means. He was obviously pissed at the moment as we kept trying his number until then, we gave up. I actually asked Abigail to stop because it was not working."Do you think I shouldn't have mentioned it to him?" She asked me."Well, there's no point dwelling in the past. You said that you're ready to fight for us and so am I. How about we figure a way out of this mess together?" I asked her."But what if he hurts himself?" She asked me."Hurt himself, that's not the kind of person Gavin is. He would probably be thinking of how to cut my balls and feed them to his pets. I know that for certain." I said to her and she smiled. Obviously, sh
Abby I was shocked. I had come home with pains and a heavy heart. Seriously I wanted to go drink myself to stupor but I did not have the strength. Lucas had left the office and I came home after work. My phone was ringing over and over again from Taylor and I was in no mood to speak to her. All I could do was keep crying in my room alone because I had a feeling that he was with her. From time to time, I would pick up my phone just to check and see if there was anything from him and her. Maybe I had been partially thinking they would finally decide to make it true and open to everyone that they were sleeping with each other. I just wished this was all a bad dream that I would wake up from but pinching myself and I realised that it was the real deal. I had successfully lost him to the arms of his ex lover and I would learn to live with the pain of the moment we shared.I was wondering who it was that was knocking on my door and a part of me wished he was the one. I wanted to see the lo
LucasI never would have expected in my entire life that I would be this shocked. I had gone there with the clear reasons that I was going to confront her and try getting her to rebuff everything so far. I mean, she had done nothing in the line of denying what was in the news and I was not finding it amusing at this point. So, I just sought to reach an agreement or something when she suddenly mentioned Abigail's name. I stopped for something as I had watched her while she was sleeping with triumph. She knew that she clearly had me by the jugular at this point and by the scruff of my neck which was a bad moment.I thought about the best way to get her off my back and decided to play with her."What are you saying? I'm here for us to discuss your little stunt." I said to her,She suddenly erupted into an annoying laugh that had me provoked."My little stunt you say? Come on now, Lucas. I had never thought of you to be petty as well as crazy. That's her name, the bimbo who you were defen
LucindaIt was time to get ready and my entire apartment was crawling with fashion designers. I had excused myself to shower before coming out to sit down for my hair to get made. I was asked if I had any style in mind but there was actually nothing. I simply wanted the best look that they had to offer. If I was going to make a debut, I was going to look lol. I had never been through hell while doing it. Jarvis on the other hand was really occupied with taking calls and she spoke now with so much authority as I could hear her declining some and leaving others on hold. Each time our gazes met, she would give a thumbs up to me and I would return a smile to her.She was right about one thing, we were back. No, I was the star here and it was my controversy that was the star of the whole show which means she needed me more than I did her. I sat down there and then one of them brought me a catalogue from which I could pick my hair. I did not have the time or energy for such things."Listen,
Lucinda Well I was in the mood at this point. To think that Lucas would ever embarrass me because of that nobody was something I never thought in my wildest dreams would happen. And I saw that look in his eyes. This was the look of a man in love and was not willing to leave that woman. He looked like he could actually kill me while he had been defending her and she had looked at him as I would my very first highschool boyfriend. Now, this was becoming clear that it was no longer a coincidence. I had met him the other day at his office and he was talking to her. The same girl was coming out of his office another day and I was beginning to piece it all little by little. Who on earth was this lady that had this side of him coming out. He was never this protective of me but I could identify when a man was guarding his own and I realised that I had a contender for his attention.I had seen the girl and I already knew she was very young which means that she would bow to pressure but I was
Lucas I could not believe my ears as she spoke to me. Apparently, we might have fooled everyone else but she could tell there was a sort of chemistry between us. She had not been certain but when she had mentioned that Abigail had been led away by Lucinda, the hurry with which I had gotten up was faster than usual. I could have made a call that the security escorts Lucinda out but I went there and took care of it myself. She also mentioned Jack and how I kept questioning her about anything that would bring him close to Abigail. In her own words, it was like a wolf guarding its own and I was stunned. All my efforts at keeping things discreet were beginning to fade away and I was only lucky she said everyone else thought that I hated her. That was a plus as it was bad enough that I had myself wrapped in a scandal but having to drag her into another that would complicate things for her was not something I wanted to deal with."But you said that I was treating her too badly. I mean, you
Lucas There was no best way to explain this to her that she would pay attention to. She was angry and she probably hated me so much that I could not even get through to her. I was observing her as she spoke, she had a rather deeply rooted pain in her and the thought of me being the reason for her pain really hurt. Just a few hours ago, I had been making promises to her and I meant everything I said. I had been ready to come clean with Gavin on how I felt about his daughter but seeing her right now and how angry she was, I started to take a pause. I knew it would be nearly impossible to break through and I would have to figure out a way.There was however one thing that I knew I had to do and that was make this right. I could either do that or convince Abigail that this was all a set up. I watched as she walked away angrily but then returned to take her glasses when I tried to bring her in for a kiss. Not because I was making light of her emotions but I had seen such situations on the