Abigail Wyatt Novels & Stories

Benton’s attention. “Have a seat, please,” the woman said finally. Ava gladly did as she was told. She was so tired from the trip and hiding her real emotions that sitting was welcome. Mrs. Benton didn’t have a smile on her face as she pushed some paperwork in front of her. “Name?” Mrs. Benton asked. “Ava. Ava Morgan.” A folder appeared in front of the older woman, making Ava almost jump out of her seat. Mrs. Benton stopped in the middle of opening the folder and raised her brow at her in question. She tried to calm her heartbeat as she gave an overly bright smile.

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.

Kate turned her gaze toward the window, but her mind was elsewhere. Abigail. At first, Kate had been skeptical. She had seen countless women pass through these circles, each one desperate for validation, status, or wealth. Abigail had seemed no different, meek, uncertain, clinging to Luke’s name like a lifeline. But recently… Recently, she had surprised her. At the gala, Abigail had not only stood firm against public humiliation but done so with dignity. She had not been rattled. She had not begged for Luke’s defense. Instead, she had shown spine. And spine, Kate thought, was a quality not easily ignored.

I suggested, but she shook her head quickly. “No. I just need to rest. Your wife and maid have been ganging up on me, stressing me, and your heir.” Abby hissed yet again, louder this time. “What problem do you have, woman?” I barked, meeting her raged hazel eyes. “Why are you yelling at me? Ask your baby mama here if she’s got a problem with me! Since you’re too blind to see how manipulative she is!” she snapped, her voice trembling with fury. “So much for an Alpha who can’t tell the truth from manipulation right under his nose!”

“I need air.” She stormed out of the room, barely registering her mother’s voice calling after her. Abigail barely noticed the autumn breeze as she walked aimlessly through the neighborhood, her thoughts a tangled mess of fear and fury. Marriage. To Edward Dante. The man whose name sent shivers down people’s spines. She had seen his face before...in news articles, business magazines, whispered conversations at high-end social events. He was as powerful as he was untouchable. A man who built his empire on ruthless ambition and merciless deals.

I have to say I don't think I'd ever seen a more beautiful woman, and it wasn't just her looks, she had an air about her as if she were royalty and in this type of crowd she was. Abigail was not only the owner of the club, but a practicing witch as well as one of the most feared Dominatrix's that had ever picked up a whip. There was a rumor that men had paid up to $25,000 for an hour's session with her to get nothing but abused. Abigail Lefay's nick name was "The Unattainable" as she had not been with a man in over ten years. I knew for a fact that it was a different story with women, as she had a taste for sweet young girls, and also had a live in girlfriend, but supposedly she had decided

Evelyn said with a smile. Thank you… Vivian said, she was very happy Evelyn thought it was okay. Okay enough about me… how's things on your end. Vivian asked taking a sip of her soda Well everything is okay except Rowan hasn't gotten enough information about the culprit. Evelyn said. Don't worry, Rowan is capable. I'm sure he will deliver. Hmm…. Do you know Abigail Carter? Vivian asked Abigail Carter….. the wife of the famous tycoon.. the one into textiles? Evelyn asked

Rebecca said, turning to her side, "Your Majesty, meet Zita. She is my personal help and Lady Cathy's governess." "It's nice to meet you, Your Majesty." Zita said politely and curtsied. "Same here." Violet said calmly, with a warm smile. "Um, I would love to continue this conversation but I have to return home. My husband is coming back today and I..." Rebecca said as she collected Catherine from her, "...plan to surprise him by making him a special meal." Violet felt a little sad when Catherine returned to her mother.

said a female voice and they all turned around to see Rashidat in the room with them. She was a pretty young lady with a low cut. She hugged Adams before facing Ichabod. “Wow. My father was right. This is remarkable. I have read so much on duality but I have never seen anything like it before. This is too good to be true.” “Well, lady, as long as I appreciate being the first of my kind, I don’t have much time left. Please can you help me?”

He didn't hesitate to return it. "I missed my princess." He muttered in my ear and I smiled back. "I missed you too." I said and laughed, pulling away from him. "Do we need to start afresh?" My dad asked, pointing to his wife with his jaw. She didn't see it because she wasn't looking at us. "I'm Abiola, your husband's daughter." I said smiling too wide for my own good. She looked at me and smiled back. "I'm Fikayo, your dad's second wife." She replied. I rolled my eyes mentally. Who cares. I faked a smile and walked back to stand beside Konyii.