Semua Bab Tuberose: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Abigail's pov - I am really happy with him. He gives me a smile effortlessly. "Make me wear this one." He extends his left hand and I put the chain on his hand. Needed another spiral to adjust and it's looking so nice on this wrist. "It's beautiful." I chuckle and he comes to me. He gently puts the chain on my neck and moves my hair from the nape. His touch is giving me a thrill. I never liked this ever. "Done. It's really looking nice after putting it on your neck." He takes his seat whilst looking at my neck. For the first time, I am blushing for any man. "Thank you." And our coffee is here. We enjoy our coffee and keep talking about random things. "So, what is your next plan? Your graduation is almost done." Mick puts a severe line between our random conversations. "Now, I will check on jobs. Otherwise, anything I get first." I am thinking about what to do for real. "Why don't you join for an internship before trying for a real job?" I nod at his suggestion. "I can try that

Michael's pov - I sit anxiously next to Abigail in the doctor's cabin, my fingers tapping nervously against my thigh. The sterile scent of the room only adds to my growing unease. I've been dreading this day, the day we receive Abigail's after-recovery report. I can't help but worry about the implications it might hold. The doctor enters the room, a serious expression etched across his face. His presence commands attention, and my heart skips a beat as he begins to speak. "Abigail, I've carefully reviewed your test results and examined your progress. While you've made significant strides in your recovery, I must emphasize the importance of caution moving forward." Abigail nods, her expression serious as she listens intently. I can see the flicker of concern in her eyes, mirroring my own. The doctor continues, "The head injury you sustained was quite severe, and it's crucial that you avoid any further trauma to that area. Any subsequent injury to the same spot could potentially resul

Michael's pov - We are 15 minutes away from the office and its traffic signal. Suddenly, a crowd of reporters is in front of my car. The police order us to get in the way as others won't need to face trouble for me. I nod and park my car at the side. I came out with Jack from the car. "Please, don't utter anything which can cause any trouble. Please, I request." I nod and look at the reporters. The chaotic scene unfolds before me as I stand surrounded by reporters, their relentless questions and insults echoing in my ears. I had intended to make my way to the office, to salvage what remains of my crumbling reputation, but the swarm of media prevented any forward movement. Their vulturous presence engulfs me, leaving me feeling trapped and exposed. And then, like a twisted plot twist, Julie enters the fray, commanding the attention of the crowd. They flock to her, hungry for the next scoop, the next sensational headline. She steps out of her car, feigning a pitiful expression, clutch

William's pov - I am eagerly watching the live news coverage of Michael's downfall. The satisfaction that had filled me earlier now transforms into seething anger as I witness an unexpected turn of events. Abigail, that conniving woman, has entered the scene, taking charge and leading Michael away from the clutches of the media. A surge of rage courses through my veins as I witness Abigail's audacity to interfere, to stand by Michael's side and shield him from the storm I carefully orchestrated. How dare she inserts herself into our game? How dare she take control and manipulate the situation to her advantage? I clench my fists, my knuckles turning white with the intensity of my fury. This was not part of the plan. Abigail was not meant to play a role in Michael's redemption. It was supposed to be me, the architect of his downfall, who would revel in his demise. But no, Abigail has stolen the spotlight, becoming the unexpected savior in this wretched tale. I watch in helpless frust

Abigail's pov - Our preparations with the tech team are finally complete. We've arranged for three different hotels as backup options, just in case Julie denies the first one. We can't afford any slip-ups in our plan. The tension hangs in the air as we approach the crucial moment. It's time to make the call to Julie. I turn to Michael, my voice filled with a mix of anxiety and determination. "Put the call on the loudspeaker, Michael. We need to ensure that everything is recorded." Michael nods, his fingers poised over the phone. He dials Julie's number, and as the line connects, my heart skips a beat. A seductive voice greets us on the other end, calling out Michael's name. I can't help but feel a pang of jealousy and disgust, but I push those emotions aside. This is all part of the plan. Michael takes a deep breath as the call connects, his voice filled with a confident charm. "Julie, it's been too long. I can't resist the urge to see you tonight. How about meeting me at the Carlt