Abby Mallard

Elijah Morris has been fooling around for four out of the five years we've been married. And from the very first month, he openly betrays me. Meanwhile, I spend my time warding people off with expensive contracts, one after another. Eventually, all that's left between us is constant fighting. One day, his younger stepsister, Abigail Wright, returns. And just like that, he finally settles down. That's when the system tells me that I can finally go home. For the next five days, I no longer ask about his schedule. I don't care if he is with Abigail, nor do I care if she is pregnant with his child. I even move out of the master bedroom myself, listening to them going at it all night. The fifth day after Abigail's return is our wedding anniversary. Elijah bursts into the room, tears up our marriage certificate in front of me, and smashes my most treasured vase into pieces. He grips my throat tightly and growls, "Why did you put mango in Abby's cake? She's allergic, and she almost died! How could you be so cruel?" For the first time, I don't argue with him. Instead, I go along with his accusations. "So what?" I then pick up a shard from the broken vase on the floor under his disbelieving gaze. Then, I draw it across my artery. Just like that, I end my life in this world.

Blurb "Sign the papers, Celeste." I wiped the blood from my nose, my hands trembling as I handed my husband the contract I had worked tirelessly to finalize for him. But instead of gratitude, he shoved divorce papers in my face. And beside him, smirking in triumph, was the woman he had replaced me with—the daughter of his boss. Five years of sacrifice, of love, of loyalty… all reduced to nothing. Ethan Carter had used me, discarded me, and now he was climbing higher on the back of another woman. I thought that was the end of my story. Until he appeared. Damien Sinclair—the youngest billionaire in the country, ruthless in business, feared by his enemies, and a man who never gave without taking something in return. And he wanted me. Overnight, I went from the forgotten ex-wife to the envy of high society, the woman draped in luxury, held in the arms of a man who commanded the world. But Damien’s interest in me wasn’t coincidence. He knew my past. He knew my pain. And when he whispered my childhood nickname in his sleep, I realized… he knew me. Now, I must uncover the truth before I lose myself in the passion, the power, and the dangerous game I never saw coming. Because in Damien’s world, love is just another negotiation—and I might be the one paying the ultimate price.

La noche antes de que mi prometido, Soren, y yo partiéramos hacia el Norte de Europa para comenzar nuestra nueva vida, los sonidos de una animada discusión se filtraron desde su club privado. —Dios mío, jefe, ¿estás loco? ¿Por qué esta alianza matrimonial repentina con la familia Rosetti para hacer una jugada por Italia? ¿No dijiste que dejarías esta vida con Abby y te dirigirías al norte? Soren se reclinó en un sofá de cuero, su voz fue de indiferencia y amortiguada por una nube de humo. —Los planes cambian. Además, recuerda, yo soy el que la hizo quien es. Una vez que vea el nuevo imperio que estoy construyendo, ese pequeño canario volverá volando a mi jaula. Esa mujer no puede vivir sin mí. Me quedé en las sombras del club, con una copa de vino en la mano, y un dolor fuerte floreciendo en mi pecho. El regalo de aniversario que había elegido con tanto cuidado para Soren todavía estaba en mi bolso, esperando a que se lo diera. Salí del club lleno de humo, tiré el regalo al cubo de basura más cercano y reservé un billete de ida al Norte de Europa. Pero lo que él no sabía era que, justo como él podía traicionar nuestro futuro por Mónica, yo podía abandonarlo por el mío. Todos esos años que pasamos bailando con la muerte nunca fueron sólo por ella.

Ahhhhh...... Tama na Luther maawa ka, maawa ka sa magiging anak natin... Umiiyak na pagmamakaawa ni Abby ng maramdaman niya na tumama sa likod niya ang latigo na inihampas sa kanya ng kanyang asawa na si Luther. Puro pasa na din ang aking mukha at katawan sa walang tigil na pananakit nito sa akin. Sobrang sakit nito at pakiramdam ko matatanggal pati balat ko tuwing hinahampas sa akin ang latigo na gamit nito. Nakadapa ako sa lapag habang walang tigil sa pananakit sa akin si Luther. May mga bakas na din ng dugo sa sahig na nanggaling sa akin. "Your Slut Abby... Pagbabayaran mo ang lahat ng ito. Alam mong ayaw ko sa lahat ang niloloko ako. Sigaw ni Luther sa akin sabay hawak sa aking mukha ng mariin at sinampal ako. Halos mabagok ang ulo ko sa sahig sa lakas ng impact nito. Nandito kami sa basement ng mansion. Alam kong walang makakarinig sa akin kahit na ilang beses akong sumigaw para humingi ng tulong. Parang mga bingi ang mga tauhan ni Luther sa pagmamakaawa ko. Mariin kong ipinikit ang aking mga mata. Hindi ko na mabilang kong ilang suntok, sampal, at latigo ang tumama sa aking katawan. Siguro kailangan ko ng tanggapin na hanggang dito na lang ako. Marahan kong kinapa ang aking tiyan. "Sorry anak, hindi kita magawang ipagtanggol. Siguro hanggang dito na lang tayo. Pangako mamahalin kita sa kabilang buhay." anas ko sabay pikit.