Third POV***Henry's grip loosened after a long, drawn-out moment, and his eyes met hers, searching for a reaction to his previous action. But as he reached out to caress her tender lips, she snapped, pushing his hand away with a furious scowl. The delicate curve of her lips had swelled even more since the kiss, and her sharp intake of breath betrayed the discomfort she felt. Her eyes, narrowed and glaring at Henry, could have frozen the world around them."You" she said, her index finger pointing at him. "Don't you ever try that again or else...else I will cut your throat"Henry ran his tongue over his lips with a suggestive, almost predatory vibe. "Well, you weren't exactly keeping quiet, were you? I knew this would be the only way to keep you quiet," he said with a smirk. "And don't deny that you enjoyed it. We both know the truth." Her nose flared, did he just say she was enjoyed the hell of a kiss?Henry on the other hand giggled quietly, it was a pity that it ended sooner."A
Third POV***Emerging from the bathroom, Abigail's damp skin glistened in the soft light, her figure barely concealed by a thin, damp towel. The fabric clung to her curves, forming an outline of her body as it brushed against her skin.Abigail's wet hair, still dripping from the shower, clung to her bare skin, leaving small droplets of water in its trail.Standing at the table, Abigail picked up the hair dryer. She flicked the switch with a subtle click, the motor humming to life as a warm, steady stream of air driedthe moisture from her hair."Let me do it for you, the Young master will get angry if he sees you doing this by yourself."Hazel who was busy admiring the dress said the moment she heard the humming noise from the blow dryer.Engrossed in the collection of sparkling jewels, Hazel's attention had been wholly captivated, oblivious to Abigail's arrival from the bathroom until she heard the sound of the hair dryer."Okay fine, just be careful." Abigail sat down on the chair,
Abigail's POV***The steady thump-thump of my heart echoed in my ears as I approached the door. Placing my ear against the cold surface, I held my breath, hoping to catch the slightest whisper of conversation from within.Through the door, I could hear the faint sounds of dishes and people talking quietly. I couldn't make out specific words, but I could tell that there was activity inside."Miss Abigail, is there something you would like?"Shocked, my body stood fixed in position as I cursed in my heart, knowing that someone had caught me eavesdropping.Slowly, I turned around to look at whoever that was, with my arms crossed and my face questioning."If I wanted something then I could go get it myself." Letting out a harsh breath, I turned back to look at the door, pretending as if I was about to go into the dining hall.My heart was beating rapidly and I could hear the silent rhythm, singing tic-tac-toc to my ears."You are still here" I finally said, not able to contain my words a
Abigail's POV***Despite my arrival at dinner, Grandpa Brundeen made it clear that he did not acknowledge my presence, treating me as if I was invisible. His dismissive attitude stung, leaving me feeling dejected and hurt, as if I was nothing more than an object to be discarded.I was sure Zayn and Henry noticed it too, but it seemed they didn't have a say, even after I have tried to strike conversations several times."Grandfather" I heard Henry speak for the first time since I have gotten to the hall."This is Abigail Williams, the mother of my son and your first great-grandchild." He pointed his hands at me and from the corners of my eyes I saw Grandfather look up.I felt Grandfather sizing me up with a harsh stare, as if he was trying to determine whether I was worthy to be among them. His cold, scrutinizing gaze made me feel uncomfortable and self-conscious.My heart almost stopped for a while, I could tell that I would get a panic attack if he didn't stop staring at me with so
Abigail's POV***"Abigail, just wait and stop proving stubborn."The click of Henry's shoes signaled his approach. I turned to face him, arms crossed resolutely over my chest, determined to stand my ground."How am I the stubborn one?" I lashed out at Henry, my words dripping with venom. "You weren't the one being verbally abused. It would do you well to tell your grandfather to watch his tongue, or he'll find himself in a heap of trouble with me." My voice resounded throughout the hall, making no attempt to soften it.For Christ's sake, I didn't care if grandfather heard me or not, I was tired of being treated like filth. I was also someone's child and a human."Ergh, about that; I'm pleading on his behalf."I scoffed at his response, they were both the same. Assholes! It was obvious that grandfather didn't like me.I did not know what I had done to deserve this treatment."I'm going back to the place where I belong, and I'm assuming you know where that is." Rolling my eyes at him,
Third POV***"I'll do anything to have you back, Abigail; just please, I need one more chance."As Henry yelled, Abigail didn't bother to listen, instead, she walked down the hallway with her half-torn clothes, which she had shredded with her hands.Henry struck the wall with his fists, his frustration evident. He also hadn't anticipated that Abigail would return to him with open arms after the hurtful things he had said.Realizing he had crossed a line, Henry knew that he had to bear the consequences of his actions. He understood that he had hurt Abigail deeply and that she would need time to process her pain and anger before forgiveness could even be a possibility.What if she didn't?With his heart pounding, Henry reached for his phone and frantically called Zayn. The call went unanswered, and the incessant ringing did nothing but fuel Henry's distress.With a snarl, Henry launched the phone into the distance with all the force he could muster. The device collided with the floor,
Third POV***Zayn and Henry turned their faces towards Grandfather, their expressions frozen in disbelief. Their eyes were wide with shock, mouths slightly agape, as if the words they had just heard were incomprehensible and left them reeling.Grandfather addressed Zayn and Henry, noticing their stunned expressions. "Stop gaping at me like that," he scoffed. "I'm willing to give her a chance to prove herself, but only if she can show me she's strong and capable. That's as much as I can offer." He knew Abigail wouldn't pass his test but he was willing to give her a chance. However, it was only because of Henry."I know she will prove you wrong"Zayn chimed in, backing Henry's earlier statement. "You're right, Henry. Grandfather, you're underestimating Abigail. You'll be proven wrong when she shows you what she's capable of." As Grandfather wheeled his electric wheelchair towards Audrey, Zayn watched with a knowing look in his eyes."I'll be taking my great grandson with me for a few
Third POV***The camera flashes were blinding, and Henry's eyes instinctively narrowed to shield themselves from the harsh light.Henry had an interview scheduled with a well-known, live-streaming television network. His status as a celebrated figure afforded him the luxury of arriving at the studio in a calm and collected manner.The live-streaming television network awaited his presence, anticipating the interview with one of the most renowned personalities in the country.A young woman dressed in a tight body-fitted top and a pair of blue jeans tried holding hands with him as they walked but Henry ignored her attempts and shoved his hand into his pocket which erupted a gasp from the crowd.The woman was Josephine Amero, a professional interviewer that had been in the industry for the past five years and still counting.Attempting to hide her embarrassment, the woman plastered a smile on her face, revealing her perfectly flossed teeth in an effort to save face before the cameras.