Abigail Jones Novels & Stories

"No, I meant. People like us." "Whatever," Abigail said glancing at the phone. "She already sent the address." "Good for us; I see you mean it by getting on the good and bad sides of someone." "Well, that's why Mr. Rizzo chose me for the job, 'cause I'm Abigail Fothergill." Abigail boasted and Jose chuckled. "What now? It's been two weeks, I've been stripping and Blake Knight doesn't even seem to be paying any attention to me." Abigail said.

The atmosphere in Abigail’s mansion was tense as she, Alexander, Shawn, and Belle gathered around the sleek glass coffee table, a nervous silence filling the air. A low hum from the TV barely reached their ears until Dominic’s voice came on, icy and sharp, cutting through the quiet. “Gail Spark,” Dominic’s face sneered on the screen, “the name everyone trusted, the figure everyone admired, turns out to be nothing more than a lie. Her real name? Abigail Monroe—the daughter of the traitorous Monroes. For years, she’s deceived you all, hiding her true identity while secretly sabotaging deals and manipulating those around her.

*** The private clinic was located in a quiet, leafy suburb—intimate, elegant, and entirely unlike a sterile hospital. When the mahogany door opened, a woman stood up to greet us. She was in her late thirties, dressed in an immaculate cream pantsuit, exuding an aura of calm, polished authority. "Liam," she greeted smoothly, her voice rich and welcoming. Then, her hazel eyes moved to me, studying my face with sharp, analytical precision. "Abigail." "Abby, this is Dr. Vienna Vance," Liam introduced. "She’s a neuropsychiatrist and a close consultant for the family."

“What’s wrong with you, Robin? Did you fight with your husband?” “Ah! Of course she wants to break up with me.” When Abigail heard that, she felt better. She thought she had a chance with Robin. Abigail had long liked Robin before when they met at Robin’s graduation. The first time she looked at Robin, she was amazed, but Robin didn’t know that because they were cousins ​​and he had no intention of hitting Abigail. Because Abigail was obsessed with Robin, she tries to get it. What she didn’t know was that Robin has another girl who was pregnant. How would she react if she found out Robin’s secret?

“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?”

Their giggles were light and carefree, and for a moment, I felt like an outsider in this warm, cheerful place. I stood there awkwardly by the entrance, my suitcase still in hand. Abigail was across the room, her back to me as she arranged jars of paint on a shelf. I hesitated, unsure whether to call out or just wait for her to notice me. Before I could make up my mind, one of the little girls tugged on Abigail’s apron and pointed toward me. “Miss Jones, someone’s here!” she said in a high-pitched, excited voice. Abigail turned around, and as soon as she saw me, her face lit up. The sunlight streaming through the windows hit her face, making her look like some kind of glowing angel which I wo