Abigail Telenovela Novels & Stories

"Are you sure Uncle will allow you to travel to France, knowing the reason?" Chloe asked her, playing with a spoon and fork on the empty plate at the dining table. "Without any doubt, it would be a struggle I will go through, but he has to allow me at the end." Abigail winked at the end after she answered her. Abigail tied her dark brown hair in a high ponytail that reached below her shoulders; her hair was silky and straight like her mother's, and her teal eyes had expertise in hiding her emotions until she wanted to express them.

She asked eagerly, but Mia's answer came in the form of a deep hiss. "Are you out of your freaking mind, Abigail? Why the hell would I care about Dave?" Mia's sudden outburst didn't surprise Abigail. She never liked Dave. In fact, Mia hated Dave for her, she had always believed that Abigail deserved someone much better, even though she was deeply in love with Dave. "Enough with everyone asking if I'm crazy. I'm not crazy, I only lost my memories!" Abigail grunted over the phone. Mia went silent for a half second, sensing something was wrong. "Oh shit Abigail, are you alright?"

The detectives keep talking about a motive but I don't know why they are really trying hard to pin a murder on me. "And would you mind enlightening us further on the motive detective?" Attorney Stiles spoke up with a chuckle. "It is to our knowledge Miss Abby had a fling with Mr. Clay, she became obsessed with him and started stalking him even after the end of the relationship, our sources reveal Mr. Clay got engaged to Miss Taylor months later, which led to Miss Abby arguing with her outside the hall before kidnapping her." I raised my head and stared at the detectives confused, I stared back at Darren and noticed his face twitching, I can tell he actually believed all they were saying.

She turned to face me, a scowl on her face, she signified to the guards to let go of me to which they obeyed and released me from what felt like a death grip pushing me forward roughly. They all turned to leave and I was left alone with this strange man once again. "What is your name?" he asked as he leaned forward on his desk accessing me. The way he looked at me made me squirm. "Abigail, Abigail Hayes" I responded "Please sit Abigail" he instructed gesturing to the chair opposite him in front of his desk. I moved to take my seat. I was playing with my finger on my lap which is something I usually do when I am nervous.

“No wonder he never dignified those rumors about him and Celes. Chloe’s a powerhouse in her own right.” Abigail stared at the door Chloe had just exited, her thoughts tangled. Why pretend to be Edward’s wife? Then again… maybe it wasn’t pretense. Chloe and Edward shared history, and truth be told, she was the more believable match. Who’d ever accept that she—the quiet secretary—was his actual wife? “Ah—” Abigail murmured, clutching her stomach suddenly. “You okay? Something wrong?” Clara asked, her concern kicking in at once. “It’s just a stomach cramp,” Abigail replied quietly.

That was enough to send Abigail into shock, she had a plan, if he was unwilling to let the cat out of the bag, maybe she was just pushing him to forget his initial resolve and then doing something weird that was going to lead him astray. It wasn't hard to get men to forget their major purpose now was it? "Are you saying that you're my family member? Are you saying that this is all you have to do especially when you've got the chance? I wouldn't put it past you to make such a mistake. I don't think you would love it if you passed up on the opportunity to be with such a wonderful species like me." Abigail tried him. Sometimes one needed to stoop to conquer and dad was exactly what she was plan

Aiden yells, bursting out with laughter like a maniac. As I empty the drink in my glass, Aiden shoves his phone screen right into my face. "This is Abigail" Looking at his screen with the side of my eyes, I stilled then spat out the drink in my mouth. "Holy Fuck Please let it not be Ricky. Please let it not be Ricky. I prayed, afra!" lits up his own cigarette butt. "I take it 'Number four' moved in today" "With her daughter" Aiden hollered with laughter. "Is she hot?"

Lightning flashed across the sky. Her hand slowly moved to her stomach. Because there was something Adrian didn’t know. Something Sophia didn’t know. A secret she had discovered earlier that day. Elena was pregnant. Tears mixed with rain as she whispered softly, “I’ll protect you.”

My breath caught in my throat as I tapped the screen, opening the secure text interface. The message was short, direct, and completely devoid of any formal greeting: 'Hey, sister. The brute has not killed you yet, has he?' The room around me went completely cold. The phone felt like a block of ice in my palm, my chest tightening until I could barely draw air into my lungs. It was Abigail. It was the very first time I was hearing from my elder sister since she had packed her bags and vanished into the night, leaving me to step into the wedding dress and marry Martinez to save our pathetic father from his gambling debts.

Abigail said and wiggled herself away. "Abby, why did you turn off the phone after sending me a gift? You don't have to rip your husband off so much money. Anyway, I can't accept it. I'm returning everything to you even though I have to sleep on the street and mum will hate me," Tanya continued to say at the end of the line but Abigail was lost. "What are you saying?" she asked. "Stop pretending. I know it's you," Tanya insisted. Abigail didn't want her to get worried and made it anonymous, so she couldn't trace it back to her.