Novel & Cerita Yours Truly Abby Jimenez

Aria Vance never wanted a new family. After her mother marries a billionaire businessman Richard Hayes, eighteen-year-old Aria is forced to leave behind the life she knew and move into the enormous Hayes estate. But there is only one problem. Richard already has a son, Jaxon Hayes. And Jaxon immediately hates Aria. To him, Aria and her mother are outsiders who have invaded his home, his family, and potentially his inheritance. He makes Aria’s first year at Crestwood College miserable, constantly reminding her that she doesn't belong. But Aria has one secret, Blake Reed, Crestwood’s golden-boy hockey captain. She's admired him from afar for months but lacks the confidence to approach h

But then, a thought crossed her mind. She pressed record, switched on the microphone, and picked up. The moment the call connected, Abby's face filled the screen, smug and triumphant. "You saw my post, didn't you?" she sneered. "I posted it just for you. Jess, you never should have been born. You can never win against me. And now, even the fiancé you painstakingly found is siding with me. That slap must've hurt, huh?"

As soon as the waitress opened the bottle, I grabbed it and drank without using a glass. “Slow down. Are you that thirsty?” It's sweet and I think this is not a hard one. My phone suddenly received a message. ‘Drink responsibly’ -Dante I glare at Abby, who I believe is secretly communicating with her original boss. “Have you been to Rikers Island?” I asked them both. Abby shakes her head, but Yvette almost chokes on her drink. “Are you asking if I was once an inmate?” “You do? What sins have you committed?”

I hear a whispering. Destined one, why is your heart breaking? Why are you running away from your destiny? I hesitate at that. I remember what Brian said about me being the destined one. Could he be right? Was this magic in me all along? “What do you mean?” I ask, saying the words to no one in particular. “Am I really the destined one? Is this really what’s meant to be?” Silence fills the forest for a moment. The rain continues to fall and I suspect I’m just making all this up. Whatever Brian said has got into my head. There’s no one I’m destined for anything but to be sad in this life away from my mate.

“You should have seen the girl he’s with. Her hair was dark and long, she was slim, able to pass as Kendall Jenner. She was beautiful to the extent it hurt, Mimi.” She put her phone away. “But you're beautiful too. Have you seen you? With those killer legs?” she asked, standing up to her feet, gesticulating with her hands. “Don’t ever second guess yourself.” She walked toward my seat and sat and tapped my lap. “And James? Fuck James. He's a loser for all I care.” she threw her arms in the air with the most serious look ever. Her display made me laugh. Mimi was a good dose of medicine needed in my life. I didn't know what I’d do without her.

She said like a ray of sunshine. “Well, I'll leave.” I tell her, trying to leave the room, but she stops me. “Sit down, I haven't talked to you much.” I feel embarrassed and listen to what she has to say. “I'm Abby Miller, but you can call me Abby.” She doesn't stop smiling. “I'm Victoria Jefferson.” She scoffs a little. “What's so funny?” I asked a little unsure.

"Papa, I want to introduce our guest" Lissie Wright calls out for the man whose back is on them. "Yes, Lissie doll? Excuse me and my daughter is here" They watch the man graciously excuse himself from his company before walking towards them. "Papa, meet Dr. Abigail Marie Fuentebella Sandoval. A neurosurgeon at the age of twenty-eight" Lissie, with an expectant look fixed on the man she called Papa, introduced Abby.

"This is Abigail!" Abigail quickly went up to them. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Nimone!" Nimone smiled as he gave Abigail a hug. "Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Zane! You're so pretty. You're the prettiest Chrysalian woman I've ever seen." Abigail wanted to explain again. "You're mistaken, Mr. Nimone. I'm Mr. Zane's assistant, Abigail Renee. I'm not his wife, Abigail Renee. We just share the same name."

Her faded denim jacket looked like it had just been tossed off the runway. She babbled, dragging Abby the rest of the way. Lizzy had spent most of her childhood in Santa Barbara and still retained that buttery Californian accent. “Holy Shiblets! You’re meeting my sexy man. He’s like a chilled version of Jason Momoa.” “Who the hell is Jason Momoa?” Abby asked.

She answers, pausing for a moment then she continues on “Drake and lilly are useless, they hate our people, they want to kill you, the kids hate it here, they miss you you, damn even i miss you, they killed our daughter and it broke us and i don't want to be broken anymore, i want to be free with our girls, with you” “Daddy?” Abby calls, she was the yougest at only 11 years old “Abby baby, its so good to hear your voice” She wiggles her little chin at me, her eyes watered as she looked around the big room surrounded by big scary people