Abigail Spencer Wiki Novels & Stories

Who told you that Abigail was a cleaner? Mrs Gates laughed out loud and replied, "Young man, since when is the cleaner richer than the CEO of the company? She coveted Mr Johnson because of his wealth. I don't know where she got the confidence from. Abigail ran away from home when she was sixteen years old. Since she hadn't finished her high school education, which position can she occupy in the company besides being a cleaner?" Ben, the reporter, shook his head and asked, "Where is your husband?" Mrs Gates told him proudly that her husband went to the office to teach their daughter a lesson.

I hid my smiling face and bent to take out Stefan's dirty clothes. "I do not know what you think, ma'am but I'm telling you that I'm Abigail..living in Alagba village with her grandmother. My grandmother was killed trying to protect me and here I am as a maid to lord Stefan. Excuse me, ma." I said and scurried off before she can ask me more questions. ~ I dropped his clothes in a washing machine and breathed out. How the hell did I make such stories?. I need to see the spy immediately.

She knew she would be next. Finally, Mrs. Mia turned her attention to Abigail, who stood up straight, a mixture of excitement and apprehension swirling in her chest. “I'm Abigail," she announced proudly, her voice carrying across the room. "Abigail Huxley. I love to play the piano and want to be a great pianist like my mom.” Mrs. Mia's lips curled into a subtle, knowing smile—a smile that sent a shiver down Abigail's spine even though she was still a small kid.

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

as usual. "You're right," Abigail said quietly. Vanessa blinked, confused. "What?" "I said you are right," Abigail repeated, raising her voice louder, "I don't have proper education. I have no career. My father is a gambling addict who used me as collateral to save his own miserable life." She paused, and let the ugly truth sit there in the open. After all it was indeed her shame to bear. "But," Abigail continued, her brown eyes blazing with a fierce fire. "I'm also the woman Grey chose to marry when he needed credibility for the courts. It's because of me this household kept running for three years while he rebuilt his empire legally."

By the time everything was done, she saw Rebecca returning. She quickly entered Ellie's cabin and asked Rebecca to enter quickly. Even though she can wipe out people's memory, she chose to stay cautious. She didn't want to raise any doubts unnecessarily. They both entered her cabin and started searching one by one. Even though Abigail knows where the things that are present, are searched by them, she chose to stay safe. She went to one of the drawers after searching in two to three drawers. There she found Rebecca's observation notes and her USB.

Spencer said sternly, "Abigael, you're just a manager. You have no power over the Medical Tournament! "Apologize to Ms. Larissa immediately or I will report this to Mr. Solace. You decide!" Abigael felt angry; her chest heaved heavily. In Peacock Hall, Spencer was in a higher position than she was. As the vice president, Arion trusted him a lot. Abigael knew that if Arion found out about what happened, he would only despise her, never mind taking her in as his goddaughter. Abigael glared at Larissa, but a wicked smile began to show on her face.

In another sign that fate was trying to help me out, this was the same Abigail that my brother Mark had been talking about for years and was planning on introducing me to when he could make it down. Apparently Mark knew Abigail from both his "Group" as well as the occult circuit. Abigail was a direct descendant of a family of witches from Salem and was a sanctioned priestess of the church of Satan. Needless to say between her finding out that I knew Mark, was a disciple of Levay, and had Royce talking up my work, things worked out better than I could have expected. Abigail let me display my paintings in her club for ten percent of the sales; Royce received another fifteen and the rest was mi

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.

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.