Abigail And The Forbidden City นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I’m not strong alone. I have Luke. I have you. That’s where my strength comes from.” At the mention of Luke, Maya hesitated. “Will you tell him? About what Obetta said?” Abigail thought for a moment, then shook her head. “Not yet. If I tell him now, he’ll burn the entire city down to get to her. And while a part of me wants that, another part knows it’s not time. But if she makes one move against you just one I won’t hold him back.” Maya nodded slowly, wiping her eyes again. “Thank you, Abigail. For not turning away. For listening.”

“No more warnings, Ceynol. No more security adjustments or defensive plans. It’s time we go after her first.” Ceynol’s lips curled into a slow, dangerous smirk. “I was hoping you’d say that.” Somewhere in the City, in a hidden safehouse, Lily leaned back in her chair, a glass of wine in her hand, watching the live news broadcast on the small TV. The headline flashed: BREAKING: Billionaire Ceynol Offers 100M Bounty for Fugitive Lily Worrisome She laughed, swirling the wine in her glass. “One hundred million? That’s insulting.”

She stormed out, slamming the door behind her. My mother finally turned to me, her expression hard and unyielding. “When you’re done playing your games, remember we’re visiting your Luna’s family tomorrow evening. Don’t embarrass me.” I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms over my chest. “Noted,” I said. Left alone, I turned back to the city, my mother’s words echoing in my mind. I hated the idea of a mate bond. Love was a weakness, a distraction I couldn’t afford. But even as I tried to push it aside, curiosity crept in.

But Havana and Abigail were fast enough to hold me back in place. I can't believe Tristan was more despicable than I had thought. What? He gets his maids Pregnant? Does this mean he has other kids? “Tell me, Abigail. Where is your sister now? And the child?” Abigail let out a short pained laugh. “Someone like Alpha Tristan will never let just anyone give him his heir.” “Hold on a minute, what are you saying in essence?” I asked with a raised brow. “When Alpha Tristan found out about her pregnancy, he forced her to get rid of the child.”

On the way to the hospital in my daughter's car, my legs felt cramped, so I adjusted the angle of the passenger seat. A second later, I heard a soft snap from beneath the seat. A toothpick had broken. I jumped in fright as my daughter, Marissa Langford, slammed on the brakes, her face turning pale. "Why would you touch that? Tyler set that seat to a specific position on purpose. He uses it to check whether another man has been sitting in the passenger seat. How am I supposed to explain this now?" Realizing I'd caused trouble for her marriage, I immediately sent Tyler Ashford, my son-in-law, an apology. Hours passed without a reply. Eventually, all I received was a cold laughing emoji.

Violet’s POV "You are not going." Abigail's voice cracked, the parchment map she’d snatched from under my pillow slammed onto the floor with dramatic flair. Her hair was sticking out in weird directions from where she'd been tugging it, and her eyes were blazing with fury. “Did you see this map, Vee?! It goes deep into a forbidden area. That woman, that damn Morgana, Devil Queen, Madam Send-You-to-Die is trying to kill you!” she snapped, storming around our room like a caged beast.

His hand settled over hers on her abdomen. “An heir,” Nathan whispered, his voice trembling with emotion. “A prince or princess of the Nest.” The war with Rodriguez was over—but a new chapter had begun. Abigail was no longer a vulnerable human. She was the mother of the Nest, carrying beneath her heart a new generation—one that could finally become the bridge between two worlds.

And why was her husband treating her like a prisoner on their honeymoon? "Where are we going, Sebastian?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. Sebastian's cold, calculating gaze met hers. "Our new home, my dear. A place where you'll learn to behave." The helicopter banked sharply, and the city skyline came into view, Abigail's heart sank. They were heading to New York, a place she had never been before. A place where she knew no one, and Sebastian held all the power to control her, to hurt her—

"Sure it’s not. He came in swinging promises and empty credit chips. Thought he could play big. Left limping." “I’m not here to play.” She unzipped the satchel, just enough for the Adrium inside to shine. Not raw. Not cracked. Refined. Ready. "I know what this is worth. And I know what you offer." The woman’s expression shifted, not surprise, but interest. “You want passage.” “I want in.” "And what? Join lover-boy behind the walls? You think the Citadel lets in poets with bleeding hearts?" Abigail stepped forward. "I think they let in what the Fangs smuggle. And I’m paying for that service. Right now."

The fear… I was a gay man in a world where everyone despised people like me. “My son, Stanley, is back to rule this pack and claim a mate.” My heart sank into my stomach at those words. I looked at my father and mother. Smiles lit up their faces, while I wanted to frown. But I had to fake it… play along. “Mira…” Not that same girl I hated more than anything. She wasn’t even fit to be called a friend, let alone my lavender bride. I sighed deeply. My chest tightened. “Are you okay?” my mom whispered.