Abigail Jones Great Pretender Novels & Stories

I most certainly wouldn’t wanna humiliate myself in front of my sister as well. Endless problems come through my mind during the ride home in the cab. I didn’t even realize the cab driver babbling about his daughter- or was it his wife? Sorry Mr. Cab driver, I don’t care. And quite frankly, I’m exhausted and apparently very stupid and pathetic. Everyone already thinks I’m a snob anyway, so what’s the difference if God forbid another cab driver in New York City finds Sophia McAdams to be a snob.

“You pulled that trick out of your pocket like magic.” Domie had received his law degree from an unapproved online college. His father hired him because he was trying to be a good dad, not because Domie had the skills necessary to work at this prestigious firm. “The boyfriend, Gin, was an obvious redirect,” I explained. “Gail flaunted him in Senator Peterson’s face to make him jealous.” I visited the senator’s office one day and overheard Gail’s sisters talking about Gin. She’d said Gail was drawn to abusive men. “I had our detective, Bolman Underwood, investigate him. It turned out that Gin had been charged with sexual assault down in Louisiana.”

She wondered if he did spy on girls he brought home. She grimaced whilst remembering acting like one of his slútty girlfriends. A blush tinged her cheeks as she realized she had been naked a few minutes ago. "How much did you see?" She crossed her arms in front of her and glared at the camera. "I promised I didn't see anything. Moreover, stop glaring at the camera, it did nothing wrong. " Jason chuckled. "Why should I believe you? You said you weren't a pervert, but now I'm thinking otherwise." Said Ximena, whilst smoothing her dress.

Eric’s POV “S…s…so you’re The Eric Jones?” I nodded my head to answer her “And there isn't another Eric Jones, right?” she asked with nervousness and embarrassment written all over her face. “Right…at least not any that I know of” I replied to her as she nodded her head looking anywhere but my face. ABIGAIL’S POV “This is it! I’m the most stupid girl on earth. How could I have missed that? I even told him to his face that he might be relatives with himself. Ahhh” I groaned and facepalmed in frustration.

"How much are you being paid to try and set me up with Flavia's dad?" Abigail pretended not to hear, her eyes darting around the room, avoiding Claire's gaze. "Tell whoever asked you to play matchmaker for me and Flavia's dad that I'm not an easy woman to win over," Claire said coldly. Realizing that Claire was angry, Abigail grabbed her aunt's arm with both hands. "Aunty, I'm not lying. No one asked me to match you with Flavia's dad," she pleaded with a whining tone. "Flavia really loves you and wants you to be her mom. Besides, Flavia's dad also said that he likes you," she blurted out unintentionally. Claire shot her a sharp look once again.

“If I had kept the note and flowers, I could have taken it to them. But I just hope that gives him a clear indication that I'm not interested in a scary person like that. Everything about him literally reeks of danger and I don't want that.” “Hopefully, he'll get it into his psychopath brain and leave you alone,” I said, as Janine leaned against me. “I hate seeing you so distressed.” “I hate this whole thing too,” She sighed. “Let's talk about something else. Did you know Abigailbigail has relocated to Canada?” “No, I didn’t and now that I do, I honestly don't care,” I said, and Janine sighed before sitting up. “Me neither,” She said. “You remember that my colleague whose sister works at Abi

She laughed cynically. "Wait….. you're planning to……?" Matilda was slowly connecting the dots. "Miguel never rejected Vivian and Vivian never rejected Miguel too. They are still true mates with a real mate-bond." Abigail laughed to herself. Her plan was finally back on track and she couldn't be happier. She was The mistress of conspiracy, Abigail could manipulate absolutely anything into her favour. "Get ready, Matilda. It's about time I paid a visit to my stepdaughter."

Over and over, never allowing any of them to get too close, too familiar, or to learn who they were really protecting. But she knew. "Gail? Gail?" The supposed Mrs. Smith pitched her voice louder with each word. Abigail turned in her seat. "Yes, ma'am?" "Could you be a dear and get my purse?" Mrs. Smith smiled, her white teeth so perfect they had to be fake. In fact, Abigail knew they were fake. As were the woman's nose, breasts and lips. "Yes, ma'am." Abigail pushed to her feet and crossed to the luggage hold near the rear entrance. Mrs. Smith's designer bag sat on a shelf by itself. Abigail hefted the purse and carried it gently back to its owner.

Most of the company's contracts were even retracted. My name and photos were used by others to slander me hurtfully. Just as the internet got heated with this discussion, Ivana suddenly appeared teary-faced. She shared a video that declared her real identity. "I'm Summer Lang's best friend. My name is… Summer Lang said she didn't want her husband and son anymore, so she approached me." Ivana paused, her eyes growing even redder. She covered her face while sobbing. "She threatened me with her parents' money and paid me a hundred thousand dollars to seduce her husband! Summer pretended to be blind in order to successfully catch her husband cheating…"

Scarlett asked again teasingly. "Fuck you, Letty!" Abigail rolled her eyes at Scarlett. "I will call you later; it's time I start preparing to meet my dramatic billionaire undercover Mafia client." "If not Jose, then Mr. Blake Knight could be suitable---" Abigail didn't let Scarlett complete her words when she suddenly hung up chuckling. Abigail dished out the chicken noodle soup in a bowl; she carried it to the dining and placed it on the table before returning to the kitchen.