Abigail Jones Great Pretender Novels & Stories

Why was she here anyway? “I can't,” she voiced out. “I was sent to purchase it.” Cassie scoffed. “You can't fool me,” she said. “I know your type. Destroyers of the perfect homes. In fact, I know you personally. Aren't you the one dating Liam Frey?” Abigail decided not to say anything again. She was simply going to pay for the gown and leave. No one had the right to ruin this night for her. She turned to go but Cassie grabbed her hair, pulling her backwards.

“Some last-minute changes. Didn’t they tell you?” No. No, they did not. So basically, I fought my chains, ruined my hair, wore this tragic robe, mentally prepared for public humiliation… and for what? “I swear,” I muttered, yanking the robe off and flinging it onto the bed. “This academy is full of shit.” “You’ll enjoy it eventually,” the redhead girl said cheerfully, stepping forward like she hadn’t just watched me unravel. “I’m Abigail and I’m a mermaid.” She said it like she was offering cookies and not casually confessing to being Disney royalty. She stretched her hand toward me, smiling so brightly I almost squinted.

Lauren suggested. "You're mean, you want me to miss all the gists." Abigail pouted. "Don't worry my child, we will save some for you. Now go get me some fruits." Jenny persuaded. Abigail threw her mom and her elder sister an unfair look before she reluctantly made her way out of the ward. She found Stanley seated on a chair, typing away on his phone. She smiled sheepishly as an idea came to her. If her sissy didn't want to confess what was going on then she could manipulate Stanley to say something.

Tiffany said, her voice dripping with superiority. “Oh, I know my place,” Abigail answered, gaze locking onto Tiffany like a blade. “Question is—do you know yours? Because last I checked, you’re just James’s girlfriend. No ring, no name, no standing. Actually… maybe you do have a title.” She tilted her head, voice now laced with venom. “The Ulricks should know they’re dealing with a manipulative leech. Or is it that you’re not really here for James? Maybe you're aiming higher. Someone like Edward. He’s a far better catch, right? Unlike your boyfriend here, who can’t even manage his job without screwing things up.” James tensed. Tiffany blinked, stunned. Abigail had never fired back before—an

he said. "Abigail was deceived. The person we had been monitoring was the one who had undergone plastic surgery. Last night, she went to a nightclub and claimed to be a stand-in. It was then that we realized the real Abigail had already left." "Who ordered this substitute to be used?"

“You are noisy, you only know how to be noisy all day, Jennifer, you said so yourself, a few days ago you argued with Anni, and now you are arguing with Ashley, what else can you do but argue with others.” Abigail's eyes were like knives, glancing at Jennifer who was feeling wronged. If it was before, she wouldn't have said that. But, Abigail looked at Ashley's face, this woman looked left and right, looked up and down, if she didn't know the secret, she wouldn't believe it. Ashley had an ambiguous relationship with the mysterious boss of Paradise Club. "Abigail, it's obvious that she..." "Okay, it's time, to get off work." Abigail immediately interrupted Jennifer, coldly looking at her, the

All the pieces were meant to fall my way. So how the hell had everything turned to...this? My ears rang so loudly with this question I didn’t even hear the chair scrape against the floor at first. Abigail stood gracefully like she’d just finished afternoon tea and not just sentenced me to an execution. I didn’t need to look at her to know what face she was making; that fake pitying look. I hated that look. Who was she to pity me? h How had our roles in this game switched so easily? Like the final twist of a knife, she leaned in just slightly and said, her voice soft, “I didn’t think you’d slip up this easily. Getting you to blow up was almost too easy.”

"You will hear them comment like this, 'No wonder Mrs. Hampton's son chose to marry secretly because his son's choice of woman is far better than his mother's choice. I heard besides being twelve years younger than Mrs. Hampton's son, the girl is also of Italian-American descent. Her parents are entrepreneurs, an old-money family that won't be poor for generations. Of course, Mrs. Hampton's son is more logical to marry a girl rather than marrying a single mother Mrs. Hampton set him up with.'" Abigail's words clearly aimed at Phoebe. And the woman immediately glared back at Abigail with anger. Meanwhile, Penelope Madsen looked pale and tense. "That's probably the sentence you'll hear if you

CHAPTER 69 Abigail made her way through the noisy crowd until she was behind the waiter. Caleb and Jane were still too engrossed with whatever they were saying to themselves and the waiter was oblivious of how closely Abigail was following behind him. When she was sure that her aim would be accurate, she pretended to fall, bumping into the waiter. Some of the drinks on the tray spilled over Jane's dress, spotting the perfect white dress with red wine stains. Glasses crashed to the floor and the sound attracted the attention of the others.

The girl chose silence, even though this made her beloved uncle disappointed. "Something must have happened to you and that idiot, because the Abby I know is an independent, intelligent woman who always speaks up about whatever she feels. Are you the same Abby or someone else who pretends to be her? You must return My Precious to me, because she is so precious and can never be replaced." “Uncle G, this is me. I am the real Abigail Laurentia Verz. No one pretends to be me."