Abigail woke the next morning, and immediately reached her hand to cradle her head. She had never before felt a pain like she did right now.She groaned and turned slowly to the dresser on her left. If she moved slowly enough, then the headache didn't bother her so much. She turned on her side, staring at the pedestal. She wanted to message Mark, but she just needed a moment before she could move again without any pain shooting through her.Everything from yesterday went through her mind again. Lyall was turning into a problem, a real problem. And he seemed to have Adam's favor. Adam, who was completely oblivious to Olivia's feelings for Lyall.Abigail sighed. She hoped her dad wouldn't ask anything more ridiculous out of her. She actually hoped he wouldn't ask any more out of her at all, but even she knew that was too much to hope for, now.Without moving too much, she slowly propped herself up on her one elbow. Since that didn't cause her too much pain, she reached for her phone.
Olivia and Adam rushed in. Abigail was so shocked, she couldn't respond to what was happening fast enough."What's going on?" Olivia asked, panicking slightly. "What's wrong?"The poor man, covered in absolutely nothing but Abigail's bedsheets, having grabbed them during Charlotte's minute long scream, cradled his head. Like he was nursing a headache too."Get out!" Adam bellowed at the man.That seemed to wake him from his stupor, and he quickly gathered his clothing and was gone out of the door in a moment, taking Abigail's sheet with him. That was poor acting on his part, Abigail felt. If he had truly been hung over, with the amount of alcohol scattered all around them, he wouldn't have been able to move so fast or coherently."She snuck that man in last night!" Charlotte answered Olivia, but was really talking to Adam, while actually screaming at Abigail.Olivia looked stricken, glancing between her mother and Abigail, and well and truly, didn't look too well herself."I did
Abigail blinked, not believing the scene in front of her. Charlotte was speaking to the man that had been naked in her bed.The man was dressed now, and how Abigail couldn't believe, because her bedroom floor was still littered with the stranger's clothes. So, he had a change of clothes here, then. Since she hardly believed her father would have given some of his to the man found naked in his daughter's bed.How much of this plan had been given such explicit detail, Abigail wondered. Where had this man been hiding?"That wasn't easy," the man complained, running the back of his head. "You could have given me an easier way to get into her room, you know. And I didn't sleep the entire night, in case she woke up. You gave me absolutely no directives to work with. What if she had woken up? At least she was already naked and in bed when I got there. Who did that part? You?""Of course me, who else was going to do it? You worry too much," Charlotte said. "She wasn't going to wake up. I d
Charlotte stared at the phone in Abigail's hand. Abigail stood a good pace away from her stepmother, because even though she was sure the woman would never attempt anything as common as grabbing something from her, she was at the point where she just wasn't going to put absolutely anything past the woman.Abigail had forgotten, once before, to record something when Charlotte spoke to her. She was never going to make that same mistake ever again. As soon as she'd come down the stairs and heard them speaking, she had opened her phone and began recording, Video and all.She had learnt how to live in this life that she had been thrown into. Where trust was a very imaginary and child's plaything."I've recorded everything, with the video playing," Abigail clarified, assuring her stepmother. "So don't worry, there will be no mistaking the man you were just speaking to."Charlotte seethed, "How dare you record me without my permission!" She screamed. "That's illegal.""So is poisoning so
Abigail leaned into the kiss, pressing her entire body against Mark's, as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight against him.She wasn't sure how long they remained in that embrace, but she knew she needed to hold on for as long as he would allow her.Finally, breathless, they both pulled away from the kiss."You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that for," Mark whispered, so close against her she could feel his breath ghosting against her lips."Oh, yeah?" Abigail teased, "How long? Since I came and tripped over all your equipment?"Mark laughed, and pressed so close together, Abigail felt it echo through him. A loud rumbling, like a drum beating steadily.Abigail laughed for a moment, and then everything came back to her. Last night and this morning, and she sobered. She wanted to tell Mark everything, she desperately needed to, but she knew that here wasn't the place."What's wrong?" Mark asked her, tilting her face to him."Are you very busy right now
Abigail woke up with a purpose. Her entire life here wasn't going to be about Charlotte and Olivia, it wasn't even going to be only about Mark, either. While each thing had its place in her life, nothing superseded, nothing ruled over everything.It was still her life, with many various factors in it. Charlotte was one of those things. As was Mark. And this new work was entirely another. And it was a very important part, too.Abigail moved around her room as she thought, she took a shower and sorted through her clothes to find something appropriate to wear. She was getting better at this, and she felt she could reasonably dress herself, now.She chose a two-piece suit, tailored perfectly to her body, along with a small kitten heel, enough that would look professional and practical at the same time.She grabbed one of the Birkin bags, and tied a small neck scarf around it, just in case she needed it later. She chose one of the more oversized coats, and pulled her hair up into a pony
Abigail woke up and stretched. This morning was a milestone for her. It had been two weeks since she'd gotten the job at her father's company, and if she was perfectly honest with herself, she was really starting to love it.Olivia had driven her everyday for the two weeks, and though Abigail wouldn't exactly call them having bonded, Olivia did open up more to Abigail. She spoke about some of her hopes for the company, some of her hopes for herself.As much as Olivia was driven, she also had hoped to start her own family one day. She told Abigail she'd always imagined a home of her own, like their father's, but with four or five kids. She imagined being able to work from home sometimes, and going into the office at her leisure.Abigail shared in equal amounts that Olivia shared with her. And though Abigail hadn't really thought of a family yet, she didn't entirely discount the idea. She confessed to Olivia that while she really enjoyed working in the company, she was still trying to
Before Abigail took her anger out on her father, she forced herself to calm down and breathe. She readjusted her thoughts and realized she needed to be calm right now, or anything she said her father would be able to write off as her simply being irrational."No," Abigail said finally, shaking her head. "Dad, listen, I don't know what Lyall told you, or what he meant by them, or what even made him say the things he did." Abigail paused, and drew in a deep breath. "But what I can tell you is this, I am not marrying him."Adam was quiet for a moment before answering his daughter. "Why not?"Abigail was a bit taken aback by the tone of his voice.Abigail was sure her father must either be entirely blind, or absolutely losing his mind. Did he not see the way Olivia stared at Lyall? Or the way he stole glances at her back?And for that matter, was Lyall losing his mind? Who marries someone when they're clearly in love with her sister?And suddenly, she understood why Olivia wasn't so