Abigail didn't know what to expect when Tony dropped her gently on the bed, paralyzing herself with overthinking. She had never experienced this side of life, making her nervous, as she began taking in deep breaths to calm herself. She was hit by the coldness, being without any covering, warming herself with her frail hands around her chest. Tony instantly turned on the heater and realized that she was too tense. She had no idea how nervous he was, the fact being that he had never been with a naive and fragile woman like her. This was a new journey he was willing to take with her, bringing her into his world of pleasure. He dimmed the lights, not turning them off because he didn't want to make love to her in the dark. He wanted to see as well as hear her response to everything he would do to her."Relax, sex is delicious. It's something we are both going to enjoy," he cooed when he sat next to her, only in his boxers. His closeness and words only increased her nervousness ins

Abigail didn't want Tony to get involved. This was her revenge. Her father's return in good health would be her first step so what sweetness would remain if Tony did that for her? Moreover, Tony would never let it slide if she explained therefore, she remained quiet. "Do you want me to force you? I can do that," he moved strands of wet hair from her neck and said in a deep voice.Abigail was nervous. How could she get his mind off this finding? Her stepmother had meant to stab her father in his sleep and she protected him with her body, the pain was all she felt before blacking out. When she woke up, the story had changed. A thief got into the house looking for an escape route after being caught, barged into her father's room. From the fear shadowing him that he could wake up and get him arrested, he was about to stab him when Abigail threw her body over his. The thief had escaped before her stepmother barged in to save the situation. That was what her father was

Abigail was in the middle of her makeover when her phone rang. Tanya removed it from her purse for her and she swiped the answer button. "Madam, sir has refused to eat the food and he said that you know why." Abigail broke out in cold sweats. Of course, she knew why. If lunch wasn't delivered by her, then Tony was going to starve. It was as simple as that and she couldn't believe he would still hold it against her even when she was out with his knowledge. "Can you be a little faster?" she pleaded with the beautician.  She didn't know that this was going to take so much time. Tanya had recommended a specialist to take care of her hair since it was in very bad shape. Now, it looked as if she just had a hair transplant. She finished and left her shop to that of the make artist. Just walking from one shop to the other after having her hair washed, dyed and blow-dried with some other specialist treatments, Abigail had unknowingly caused a car crash so what was going

Tony jolted awake from the continuous ring of his cell phone. It was in the wee hours of the morning, 4 am to be precise so who was disturbing his sleep again? If it was Isaac, then he was going to murder him this time. His screen showed Mom, an understanding chuckle escaped him. Time difference. That was the only reason Ivy called at this time. His slender fingers slid over the screen of the phone, the call connecting instantly. "Hurry and check on Abigail, she isn't answering her phone," Ivy raged in frustration at the end of the line. Like a mother hen, Ivy couldn't help being worried about Abigail, especially when Tony didn't love her. Has she eaten? Was she in good health? She hadn't spoken to Abigail since yesterday and was disturbed. Tony was going to have a headache. He recalled turning off Abigail's phone to let her sleep. Picking it up, he turned it back on and said, "Mom, you called at this time to check on your beloved daughter. That's cool but what about me?" He asked sa

Tanya's mood dulled the moment she received the invitation. Her only mistake was receiving a call on speaker mode when her mother was there. It was too late to switch it from the speaker mode because her mother had developed an interest in her conversation on the phone. Ever since moving into the luxury 3 bedroom estate house, her mother's behaviour towards her had changed drastically. Tanya was now the breadwinner of the family and upon finding out where she kept her money, her mother would go for it without permission. Once Tanya complained, "mum, I'm saving up for school." She was polite, not wanting to stir her mothers' anger. Her mum was impressed, her voice carrying warmth but her words slashed Tanya's heart. "Why go to school when you already have a job which pays a lot? Aren't you going to school to get a job and make money? You already have both. No need for school." Tanya stuttered and couldn't utter a word. She was already clouded in the confusion of finding the anonymous