Novel & Cerita Abigail Jones Great Pretender

I nod, “I can see why you might have felt compelled to hide your identity.” She perks up and nods eagerly. “That’s the only reason I did it and felt horrible about it the whole time.” I lean forward, elbows on my knees. “That’s not why I’m angry at you, Abigail.” I spotted a family photo taken at her Princeton graduation ceremony. Was it any wonder I failed to connect her to Luther Harrison with his thinning blond hair, fair skin, and pale blue eyes? Abigail's tawny complexion was exotic, alluring, enticing – she reminded me of that Zoe Kravitz actress. She was obviously the product of Luther Harrison and his Senegalian ex-wife, who’d left him to return to her fashion modeling career.

And she realized that the person who had done this to him… was herself. She dropped to her knees with a hard thud in the middle of the reeking pile of junk. She clawed at her own hair, a raw, inhuman howl tearing out of her throat, sounding like an animal that had just had its heart ripped out. Tears poured down her face. Natalie looked down at her imperiously, watching her kneel in the garbage. Her lips curved into a cold, mocking smile. "The woman who pretended she couldn't see was actually genuinely blind for once. Too bad there's no place for you in his world anymore."

He had embarrassed her in front of the staff, and she caught one or two of them hiding their sniggers behind their palms. “Well, they will all pay for that when Caleb makes me his wife,” Abigail vowed harshly as she yanked out a skintight ankle-length red gown that matched her lips. A few minutes later, Abigail twirled in front of the mirror, turning her head left and right and puckering her lips seductively as if she wasn’t about to commit a crime. With a haughty sniff, she walks to the room’s door and pulls it open, nearly colliding with the maid standing right outside with her hands raised to knock.

she had to solidify her grand daughter’s position even if it means Abigail’s hatred for her deepening. ***************** Abigail cat-walked into the porch restaurant, wondering what she was doing there. She knew, she should not be going on this date, but loosing her seat as the C.E.O of Weston inc wasn’t in her plan. So here she was, 7pm on the dot to her date (she couldn’t be as early as her grandmother wanted) “Mrs Abigail, please this way.” A female waitress said to her. Abigail faked a smile at the female waitress and followed her.

So instead of falling into her trap, Pari continued devouring the food as if Abby didn't exist. "I've never seen someone being so shameless. I can't believe Ian can't see through your cunning plans. Ian deserves someone better, in fact the best one and that's me.. Have you seen the paparazzi photos of me and Ian? That's how a couple need to look. You still have a chance, if money is your need, I can pay you. Just walk out of his life and you'll be rich overnight. Heartbreaks are common for Ian. He can get over it within no time. I'll be there for him. So… what do you say? Quote your amount, don't worry about anything else" Abby thought manipulating a girl like Pari wouldn't be a hard task. S

In seconds, Abigail tried to restore consciousness, briefly dazzled by Ashton's offer. She shook her head confidently even though her heart was screaming in pain. "I'm sorry, Ash. Just a little more. I've succeeded in making Zachary crave me so much; the next step is just to make him heartbroken, and then it's done." Abigail cupped both hands on her lover's cheeks. "And we'll be together." Abby's words made Ashton widen his eyes. "Zachary? Do you mean the crown prince of the Emerson family? You're using him as a means of revenge, Abby?" Ashton asked, unable to believe that Abigail, whom he had known since childhood, had grown into a woman filled with anger and vengeance.

“Tryin’ to play us, huh?” “I’m not lying!” Abigail spat, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. Her voice trembled as she stammered, “It—it was never me! He—he’s been looking for a woman he slept with years ago… a one-night stand. That woman was Annabelle Hamilton, but—” She hesitated, dread pooling in her gut as every pair of eyes bore into her. Her next words came out strangled. “…But I took her place. Britney helped me impersonate her so I could… I could get Richard’s power, his name, his wealth—”

"It’s not appropriate to do this in public. You said Ms. Jenner is talking about you behind your back? Do you have evidence?" Abigail sneered, "Saving the beauty now? Everyone knows you are the most handsome guy in the company. But do you think that Ms. Jenner right here is a good person? A young girl who wears luxuries worth over a hundred thousand gold coins. Do you think that she got it with her own hands? John, as a colleague, let me give you a word of advice. Don't get your hopes up; this woman will only seduce you for your money and not marry you.” John looked at Charlotte.

Lisa looked up at Abigail furiously; she knew she had done it on purpose. "You just ruined my expensive dress. Do you have any idea of how much it costs?" She yelled out in anger, almost as if she was going to devour Abigail anytime soon. Abigail feigned innocence; she looked at her with an expression filled with pity. "I only wanted to help you get rid of your cough; I didn't know that this would also work. The good news is that your cough has disappeared." Suddenly, Lisa remembered that she had dropped the act; she almost wanted to hide her head under that table.

Rose stared directly into his eyes. She wanted to know what he is thinking but somehow couldn't get anything. She wasn't able to fool him because his is too good at figuring things out. How did he even manage to catch her when she has never been caught before? When she pretended to faint, she expected he would take responsibility by taking her to the hospital and she can get his number that way. She never expected that he would bring her to his apartment like this. It's not something she could stop since she had to pretend she fainted.