Abigail Jones Great Pretender Novels & Stories

Gina was also stunned, "Abigail? So it was you who did this mischief!" She suddenly realized and her voice transmitted through the microphone to everyone's ears, "I got it! It must have been you impersonating Peyton, exposing me to Ms. Haynes. Ms. Haynes is kind-hearted and believed your nonsense!" After all, no one had ever seen Peyton, so if Abigail pretended to be her, it wouldn't be impossible!

"Call the cops? Go ahead." I pulled out my phone and handed it to him. "You have me arrested, and the whole city instantly finds out Cassandra ditched her marriage and hired a body double." "The great heir to the Sinclair Group, played for a fool by a knockoff this whole time." "I've even got the headline ready: 'SHOCKER: Billionaire Heir Falls Victim to Body-Double Honey Trap. Is This the Twisting of Human Nature, or the Collapse of All Morality?!'" Julian took a deep breath, the vein on his forehead twitching.

The executive floor smelled of lemon polish and quiet ambition. Rachael sat at her desk staring at the spreadsheet glowing on her screen, but the numbers meant nothing. Her thoughts kept returning to the night she agreed to Joseph’s offer—pretending to be his girlfriend for one evening in exchange for enough money to help her sick brother. She had accepted because she had no choice. Pride did not pay hospital bills. She expected the arrangement to end after that night. Instead, everything changed the next morning.

“I don’t think now is a good time or that it is a good idea in general.” “Are you asking me to hide it from him? ” “Yes.” “That sounds bad.” “Do you remember Abigail? ” “I do,” I said with a nod. She lived three houses down from mine and was a senior a year before me. I remember how elated her parents were when she got into an Ivy League school. “Well, she is back and pregnant.” “What?”

“Sure, sure, but you can look for it on the Internet. Like pull out your phones and type in…” She watched the two mothers take out their phones as instructed and waited for her words. Andrea then did her best not to look trustworthy. “Gryphon Pearce…” “Aigoo! I trusted you, Gabby! Delusional!” “Aw, hell naw! He can’t be your baby daddy when you live in a place like this!” …

I asked, cynically. "We just wanted to tell you that your fiancé is so hot. I looked into him yesterday and it said he's the president of GV corporation and also one of the youngest billionaires in America. How did you manage to snag a man like that? We need tutorials." Another girl, with a gorgeous halo of afro rambled out as she looked toward her friends who nodded enthusiastically in unison. That was quite a strange question that I wasn't expecting, so had no idea how to answer because I knew I didn't snag Roman.

Seeing Abby holding her wife’s hair, Gilbert immediately thought Abby was causing trouble, as usual. He rushed to the scene, and his face flushed in anger. “Enough of this! Abby, what the hell are you doing?!” “Gilbert!” Sarah pathetically cries, “This woman is trying to kill me!” Abby rolled her eyes. It wasn’t new that Sarah was playing victim, as Abby grew tired of it, she just decided that playing the villain is the only option she should take and if used well, she could turn the odds in her favor. Abby sneers at her father, “I’ve been wondering why you invited us in your goddamned anniversary party. is it because of this? You want us to become a laughingstock for you rich people to laug

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.

What if Abby didn't tell me? “I just got information that the CEO was coming to the office today,” I said, and he didn't even look up from his document. “Yes,” he said calmly. “She just got back from her trip.” I never took out the time to G****e about who the Quinns were. I just knew that they were popular. I didn't know if I was supposed to be ready to act perfect for some old woman. The thought made me gag slightly. “You didn't tell me,” I said in a slightly accusing tone.

Abigail I sat in my apartment, scrolling through social media on my laptop, and smiled with satisfaction. The headlines were everywhere: "ALEX THOMPSON: BILLIONAIRE PLAYBOY OR PREDATOR?" "FOUR WOMEN CLAIM THOMPSON CEO THREATENED THEM" "THOMPSON INDUSTRIES STOCK PLUMMETS AMID SCANDAL" It worked. My plan had actually worked. I picked up my phone and looked at the text messages from the three women I had hired: