Abigail Jones Great Pretender Novels & Stories

he said as he pulled me away from the house where his father and Claudia lived. BREAKING NEWS: Joaquin Alfonso Agravante—the most respected and the wealthiest businessman in the country, and the heir to the Agravante Inc., who has been promised to marry the daughter of the owner of Chua Holdings, was caught on camera while having the hottest night of his life… with a prostitute. Now known as the epitome of darkness; the most handsome beast of his generation was never expected to do such a thing just to pleasure himself. What a very scandalous affair, indeed. Such an event only proves that once lust takes over, not even a saint can escape the chains of temptation.

“Why would they do that? Are you for real?” “My friends want to celebrate tonight as the end of my single life and for us… Plus my aunts are fussing already, asking me if Aliaa is pranking them,” “No… no... why would they and I don’t understand what’s happening… what is going on?” “Well… when you’ve been single for a long time and have family members who wanted you to settle down, this is what happens,” “You’re not going to settle down with me Mr! This is pretending,” Jihyun didn’t even know why she said that. Her flustered claim made her cheeks red in embarrassment and the sight of her blushing cheeks made Chris bit back a laugh.

“I knew that man was nothing but worthless trash. How dare he keep us waiting? If he didn’t want to get married, he should have said so. What a coward!” Isabelle closed her eyes momentarily, wishing her sister would shut up. Naomi was the reason she was in this predicament, to begin with. Now, she had to pretend to be the eldest daughter of her family to save their reputations. A murmur rose around her as the guests reacted to Naomi’s accusation. “Poor girl. I heard he’s joblessand a son already abandoned by the Garcia’s. Who wants such a husband?” “She could do better.” “He is an useless drunk.”

She was about to call him when someone covered her eyes, making her flinch. “Who are you?”Amelia panicked, trying to free her eyes from the person’s palm. “Your killer,”The person uttered, making Amelia giggle. Even though he tried to fake voice she could still recognize him as she knew he was Andrew but decided to play along. “Oh spare me,I haven’t committed any crimes before I’m innocent I promise”Amelia begs faking tears as she did her best to make the acting look real. “That’s the reason I want to kill you,you are too innocent for this world”Andrew chuckles pulling her closer to him by her waist

"Wife of the late billionaire Emmette Nash. I ran away with my lover after my husband died. He's a murderer, and I want nothing to do with him. I renounce every share, every property my husband left me, and I want them transferred to Abigail De Ronte, the rightful owner of Nash Corps." Her hollow tone and the rehearsed words sent a chill racing down my spine. Before I could blink, the phone was snatched away, the video gone. Abigail’s entourage tucked it out of sight as if erasing the evidence from existence. "You already have everything settled then. I should take my—" I turned again, only to find the men closing in, their bodies forming a wall. They crowded together, herding me backward un

“You okay?” Abigail looked down, tracing the rim of her glass with one finger. “Honestly? I don’t know. Some days I feel like I’m floating above my life. Like it’s not even mine.” “Tell me everything,” Maya said, resting her chin on her hand. “Start from the top. The fake marriage, the billionaire drama, the gunshots I want the full soap opera, please and thank you.” So Abigail did. She told her about the contract. About how it started as an agreement, a survival tactic. About Luke the cold stranger who had slowly, against all logic, become someone she cared for deeply. About the gala. The threats. Walter.

Selena was the only one using the bed alone, so how could the quilt bulge so high? Abigail sneered: "Bitch you really won't admit the true huh?" As she said that, she walked towards the bed. Selena frowned suddenly, and her expression seemed a little nervous, "What do you want to do?" "What does it look like I'm doing? To expose you of course. " Abigail said in an angry tone, "Don't you usually love to pretend to be innocent and cute, to win everyone's favor and seduce men! Today I will tear off your mask in front of everyone!"

"You're close to Ethan, right? Go smooth things over. Tell him it was a misunderstanding. We have a multi-million dollar contract on the line. We can't lose it over a dress." Sophia forces a smile, suppressing her own panic. "Don't worry, Uncle. Ethan won't care about her. Their marriage is a sham. He won't blow up a business deal for Claire." Andy relaxes. "Good. Good." He relaxes too soon. The next morning, the bomb drops. The Lowe Group cancels the collaboration. Effective immediately. No negotiation. Along with the termination notice comes a video file. In the clip, Sophia is seen walking past the waiter. Her long gown trails on the floor, but just for a second, her white high heel hooks

It looked… fake. I looked up slowly, my heart racing. Before I could even say a word, Miss Kendra snatched the paper out of my hand. “I’m sorry, Abigail,” she said quickly. “But there’s nothing I can do. The grades have already been recorded.” Her tone changed sweetly, almost too sweet. Like she was trying to sound caring, but it came off rehearsed. My instincts screamed that something was wrong. I could feel it in the air. Still, I didn’t argue further. I just nodded slowly, pretending to accept her explanation. “Alright,” I said softly and stood up. My legs felt weak, but I forced myself to walk to the door.

The bright Sun let its reflection dance on the floor of her room. Did that mean he woke up this early to punish her? She wondered. However, she summoned enough courage to speak. “Who is there?” She stuttered, swallowing some lump of saliva. “Georgia, Ma’am.” A feminine voice responded. “Are you alone?” Eleanor asked, refusing to fall into her Master’s trap. She knew that if he could devise a grand scheme to bring her as his pretend bride, he could do more. He might be standing right behind her, waiting patiently for Eleanor to open the door before devouring her.