Abigail Spencer Wiki Novels & Stories

“I’m Margaret Harrison.” Without hesitation, the woman extended her hand first. “Abigail Spencer.” Abigail politely accepted the handshake. But suddenly, she felt Margaret’s fingers tighten firmly around hers. The older woman’s expression changed. Her eyes widened slightly, and the sharpness in her gaze gave way to something much deeper—almost stunned recognition. “Abigail Spencer?” Margaret murmured to herself. “Abby?” Abigail and Jasper exchanged an uneasy glance. “You’re the single mother who lives at Nora’s house, aren’t you?”

Books were written about Abigail’s work as one of the first female commanders in the Motherland. Even more books were written about their love story. Abigail’s diaries were found by a family member during a renovation of Coursar Hall. They were edited, mostly for spelling and grammar, and released as a series of novels. It was discovered through her writings that Abigail was dyslexic, which explained the troubles she had with reading. Her husband had been correct - she was brilliant and would have accomplished more if they had understood her disability.

What a thought! “Ma’am?” The spy called anxiously, breaking into Abigail’s murderous thoughts. “Yes, yes. Is there any other thing you have to tell me?” She demanded. “Well, the miss has been unconscious for the past three days. She is being privately treated in her room by the family doctor,” the spy said, and Abigail’s face nearly split into two with how widely she grinned. The opportunity to remove her competition just dropped in her lap, and she was ready to seize it.

He lamented, "The good name of Judge Spencer Lynch has been tarnished by his eldest son!" "If Bryan Hanssen became the scapegoat, what about Abigail ..." Xavier's sentence was cut short by a ringing phone. He picked it up. "What's the matter?" Xavier's expression grew serious after the call. He quickly reported to Jasper, "Something's happened. The police have arrested Abigail on the charges of defamation and perjury!" Jasper saw that coming. While Abigail deserved to face consequences for her actions, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger at the outcome.

Chloe took a photo with Abigail beside the river before sending it to Joseph. Joseph was on his way back from a business trip. Sitting in the spacious back seat, he closed his eyes to rest. "Sir, we’ve got something on Dr. Spencer. It's been a long time since his daughter and wife have appeared in public. He claims that they were with his wife's family, but the investigation shows that they’re not," Joseph reported the latest information he had received. "Go on."

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."

“Here’s what I’ve got so far. Abigail’s past is… tragic, messy, and perfect for someone like you.” I folded my arms, waiting. “Go on.” He pointed at the screen. “Her parents died under suspicious circumstances. Officially, it was a car accident when she was fifteen. Unofficially… the insurance papers, some old corporate filings, and private investigator reports hint at foul play. Could have been orchestrated, could have been opportunistic but the point is, someone left her vulnerable. Emotionally, financially. She’s been running on instincts ever since.” A thrill ran through me. “Keep going.”

Abigail, her friend, looked beautiful in a white dress. It had a Sabrina neckline with straps on each shoulder. The bottom reached her ankles, and when she walked, the dress swayed along with her. Abigail always looked beautiful in Haisley's eyes. She was a friendly and brilliant girl with occasionally crazy ideas. No one would think that at her teenage age, she was already skilled at matchmaking – even though her own love story never succeeded because the only one she loved until now was Gilbert. And no one knew that, even at her young age, Abigail was already good at making money. Clearly, she would become a wealthy woman someday.

"They don't care about you, do they? The way I see it------" “You witness it earlier. I’m not the daughter they want to see.” Abigail said, then touched her hair. “All because I am different. I guess my Red is not---” the young woman stopped speaking when the man suddenly held her hand. She flinched and looked at the man, his face almost touching hers.

And who's this Abigail my mother asked me to find? "You're looking for Abby?" Why?" I asked, surprised. "My mother, before her death, asked me to find her because she said she made a big mistake with her. I searched for her in the US for a year. After all, I thought she was living there because I'd known we had lived there since I was born. I searched for her there. I even hired an investigator, but they found nothing. So, Harry, you know Abigail?" "Sorry about that, sir, but I don't know her. I don't know your past also because we only met during our college days."