Abigail Roberts Rdr2 Novels & Stories

Intimate. There was even a kissing video. Clear as day. The assistant's voice was professional. Factual. "These were found in Isabelle's home. In a hidden drawer. And on Derek's backup phone. The one he thought no one knew about." He swiped through more images. "There are also two intimate videos. Very explicit." My stomach turned. But I wasn't surprised. Not really. Indeed, you couldn't believe a single word from a cheating scumbag. Garrett walked over to my brother and me. He reviewed the evidence carefully. His jaw tightened.

Not Sully, not Mike, none of the victims in the mall attack, not Abigail Evans from herself and, God help him, he couldn’t save himself from getting sucked into this mess and dragging his team along with him. Max glanced at her wrist for the second time. Looking down, Abby saw the red swelling that throbbed in time with her racing heart. Minutes passed as she stared at her still hands, her heart suddenly feeling lighter than it had in years. Max truly cared; the driving force behind this formidable man wedging her into her seat was honor.

Charlie's POV Abigail fell asleep after eating at the Diner, I looked over at Braddock with concern, "Momma and I went to the root cellar on our walk." His eyes stayed focused on the road, his jaw tightened, "and." I took a deep breath, "she found journals, one is from when I was abducted and the other is about Abi," my eyes automatically went to the back seat, her little body curled up with a soft blanket over her. I turned back to Braddock, his knuckles white gripping the steering wheel, his jaw ticked as a low growl escaped his chest, "where are the journals?"

“I remembered a couple of years ago, you had installed two tiny cameras in your office at the desk while clearing out company spies.” I had forgotten about it if she didn't bring it up. “Did you get anything from those cameras?” I asked. She nodded and showed us her phone with a video ready to be played on the screen. I took the phone and tapped the play button, with Max watching together with me. The video showed that when Abigail fell onto the ground, she reached into her dress, pulled out a small pouch filled with red liquid, and placed it between her legs. Her movements were fast and discreet, like she had practiced it so many times.

she said with a chuckle. “Wha.. what are you saying?” I managed to get my resistant tongue to articulate. “She’s coming around,” Rob said. “Give her more of whatever you’ve been giving her,” Abigail ordered. I could hear the clipping of her heels against the stone floor stop as she said, “Bring me her head when it’s all done. I want proof she’s dead.” My mind screamed in outrage, but my tongue remained silent. I could smell the rancid odor of the concoction Rob forced past my lips long before I tasted its bitterness. It was some type of poison that impaired my body functions, but my mind remained clear.

Xavier’s gaze locked onto the doorway, his breath hitching as she appeared. Abigail Hartley. She stepped into the room with a confidence that bordered on arrogance, her form-fitting red dress hugging her figure in a way that commanded attention. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her crimson lips curved into a smirk that was both seductive and cruel. But it was her eyes—those piercing, calculating eyes—that locked onto Xavier’s and refused to let go.

Once she was out she looked up at the tall building. RW Estates and Properties: A renowned name in the market, was written at the top. "Come to think of it. RW might mean Rafael Wyatt. What if some handsome is waiting for you..." Selina's words from this morning rang in her ears. And then she remembered. That was NOT a movie. Hunter was the one who hired Abigail by putting absurd conditions. So. This was the trick. I am not Abigail. She was desperate because she wanted revenge on her sister and fiancé. I don't have any such agenda.

Alice began to despair as she got no response from Abby. Abigail sighed a few times, sounding heavy with words. Indeed, there would be many things that she might have to sacrifice if she were to come and meet Gin directly. It could be that the person who had been targeting her eventually discovered the identity of Abigail Genovhia. That was the reason why she hired some detectives to do such crucial things. For her safety, as well as that of the people she cared about. "Prepare whatever we need to meet that brat. Let's see, I'll pinch his ears when we meet," Abby said.

Aster contributed little or nothing, to the conversation, as it was clear that Darren and his father were the ones leading the discussion, with Abigail as their backbone—the bulldozer that crushed anyone who stood in their way. I gathered that she was the one who had built the formidable army that fought for her husband and destroyed their enemies—the same army that had slaughtered my people. Yet, without realizing it, I found myself admiring Abigail. She instantly became my role model. She was fierce, ruthless, and willing to destroy anything or anyone who threatened her family. And that's exactly how ruthless I will be when I will destroy them all. Now I understood why they had chosen Linn

"You heard him - your work,has officially began. I patted her shoulders as i walked out of the dressing room. ............................................................................. I stood before a large screen, getting into character as i awaited the director's orders . "One,two, three. Action!!!" - Della yelled into the megaphone. In this scene, Abigail ( the female lead,that is, Irina) is kidnapped by Rose ( the second lead, that is me) and held hostage in the woods. After being tortured for a long while and at the brink of death is saved by the male lead, Reynold.