After everything Ivy had told Abigail, she couldn't bring herself to be upset. Rather, she felt something for him that she never felt before. Pity. Yes. It was sad inheriting such a crooked behaviour through the genes yet Abigail was far from giving up. Besides, what he just did will give her maximum respect from his employees. If he was going to be mean to her in secret and good to her in public, that was more than ample for her.  She sighed and a flawless smile beautified her cute face. She wore no make-up and her skin was radiant. "Oh trust me, I won't dream of it. I just thought I should bring you lunch." All Tony imagined doing after she spoke, was trying to get into Abigail's head to find out what she was up to. Why wasn't she upset? She looked different today without makeup, carrying a youthful freshness that sparked an a

"Oh, my, Abigail, which restaurant made this?" Isaac moaned at the taste of the food and asked. Abigail, flattered by the compliment, blushed at where she sat on the sofa, trying her best to avoid the two men but now she was pulled back again into talking.  "I made it," she mumbled.  "What?" Isaac exclaimed, mouthful. Most people winded away from the traditional M City style of preparing the creamy chicken pasta soup, inculcating modern ingredients but Abigail stuck to the original ingredients but only changed the cooking style. If she had been mistreated for so long, the good part was, it transmitted her improvising skills since she was always forced to do the cooking. "Tony, is that correct?" Isaac screamed, not believing it. All he imagined was Abigail buying th

Abigail could hear their deep breath from the door where she stood, Tony's neck was tilted backwards, his head resting on the neck of the executive swivel chair, facing the ceiling but his eyes were closed, as he moaned in pleasure. The table covered her view of whatever was ongoing but slender legs in black stilettos protruding showed that a woman was kneeling on the floor. Now she was aware that Tony wasn't alone. Her innocence gave her no idea as to what the woman was doing to earn such pleasurable moans from him. She could see a blonde messy hair bobbing up and down with Tony's hand pressing it tighter, and it hit her. Her legs felt like jelly, her hands numb as the food pack dropped from her hand, startling the busy tandem. Tony pulled out of the mouth of the blonde in a stun, adjusting his clutch and zipping up in quick motions. He was so embarrassed, his tongue felt heavy. This wasn't something he could get from his wife but neither was it something he wa

Ivy confirmed her arrival at Zcity in the evening and assured Abigail that her father was getting better. She even got to speak with him but could barely hear any word he spoke. Yet still, it warmed her heart. The more reason she was bent on doing everything possible to make Ivy happy, including enduring Tony's sometimes unthoughtful words. Tony wasn't able to go back to the office as planned, settling on keeping Dennis in Isaacs' mansion till the culprits were arrested. Isaac readily agreed because no one lived there at the moment and it would take some time to be ready. As soon as the culprits were apprehended, he would rent a two-bedroom apartment for him with a years' advance so he could pick his life back up. He had already settled his mothers' medical bills as well. After Dennis mentioned the names, they were given to the Wrights Secret Service to be dealt with. As soon as they were found, information would reach him. The next day, he had breakfast with Abigail

Desperation was a moving van that made Abigail accept terms of marriage she didn't understand. To her, it was just a marriage on paper but the paper was mightier than thoughts or vocal words. What the paper held, granted her access to up to fifty percent of the Wrights' fortune, which she hadn't seen because the portion was covered. Ivy knew that if she had revealed it, Abigail wouldn't have signed. She wasn't an opportunist. Being oblivious to everything, her thoughts ran vicious when they sat next to Tony. The usual coldness and loathing that tensed up their partnership wavered. Tony drove with a light heart, trying to be slightly intimate, sometimes running his hand on Abigail's thigh while his other hand held the steering wheel. Each time, she shoved his hand away but Tony would put it right back till she stopped shoving it away. He was sending hints about tonight and she wasn't dumb to not know. Also, Tonys' words that the money belonged to her as well kept ring