Third POV***As Grandfather Brundeen's piercing gaze settled upon Abigail, she instinctively turned her head away, her eyes averting his own as if the weight of his stare were too much for her to bear. She glanced downward, her gaze resting on the table.That was right! She deserved to be frightened, she didn't have a place in this family afterall.He looked away and focused on his meal,he didn't find her worthy of his stares either.To him, she was just another lowlife looking for a way out of her pitiful situation.The fact that he had never heard of her family didn't surprise him. He knew all of the elites in the country and the Williams weren't among the class of people that he associated himself with.Grandfather Brundeen cleared his throat, and then began speaking. "I will not tolerate this act from you Abigail, you gave me a great grandson but that doesn't mean that you should disrespect me by not honoring my wishes."Grandfather Brundeen's dominance of the situation was not l
Third POV***Everyone had almost finished their meal and they were starting to leave one after the other.Grandfather was actually the first to leave, he left about five minutes before everyone decide that they were ready to leave also.The Brundeens had to wait for Grandfather to leave before they could go themselves. Luckily, he didn't stick around for long, and the rest of the family was able to get out of there not too long after he did.And just like before, only Henry and Abigail were left in the room.A beeping sound came from her purse and she unzipped the cute silver purse to reveal her phone, it's screen flashing and signalling her of an incoming call."Dad?" She whispered quietly, and got up from Henry's laps, luckily he didn't try stopping her this time.As Abigail stood, she was reminded of the discomfort in her leg.Her leg ached a bit, she couldn't recall how long she sat, it seemed like she had been sitting for hours.Abigail spoke into the phone the moment she picked
Third POV***"I'm here to see father! Where is he?" Abigail uttered aloud, she was starting to get irritated with the evil witch pretentious attitude.Her stepmother's demeanor changed instantly, her once-aloof manner transforming into a sneer. "You insolent brat!" she hissed at Abigail. "Can't you see I'm entertaining a guest?” Her words dripped with venom, but she quickly composed herself, pasting a saccharine smile onto her face for Henry’s benefit. Then, in a flash, she turned back to Abigail, her gaze showing much disdain."Guest? He is actually with me" Abigail said, smiling proudly as she declared.That made her stepmother scoff, she knew that Abigail wouldn't be more than his maid or his servant.It was even better that they came together, she would be here to see the handsome young man talk about her lovely daughter, Lana.Her stepmother’s scorn only grew as she turned back to Henry, a condescending sneer twisting her lips as she addressed Abigail. "Oh, of course. Working as
Third POV ***Mr. Williams decided that he would inquire with Abigail about Henry later, but for now he extended a cordial greeting to the young man.His grin widened as he offered Henry a warm welcome. “We have plenty to offer here at home! My wife is an excellent cook, and I’m sure you’ll find her homemade meals quite good.” He exuded a friendly, accommodating aura, doing his best to make Henry feel at ease and at home.Henry hesitated, caught off guard by Mr. Williams’ hospitality. He did not want to appear ungrateful or rude, but he also did not want to accept an offer that would make him appear Audacious.His brow furrowed in thought, his lips parting as if to speak, only to close again as he considered his response. "I would like a glass of water instead" Henry finally said after observing a moment of silence, he saw the huge grin on Mr Williams face disappear slowly and he could help but think he had said something offensive.Henry changed his mind and tried to make a better
Abigail's POV***It felt so good to be snuggled close to Henry, perceiving his scent and not feeling afraid.Father had mentioned something about wanting us to discuss an important topic. I wondered what he wanted to say and I couldn't help but look up eagerly, waiting to hear his words.Clang! Clang!The shock of the sound was almost physical, and without thinking, my hands flew to cover my ears. Whatever had made that noise had nearly blown out my eardrums, and the ringing that followed left me stunned and disoriented.The sound was harsh, much like the violent clatter of plates smashing against each other. Glancing to my right, I spotted my stepmother, her face flushed red with fury, and two metal pots clutched tightly in her fists. What in the world was going on?Faced with my stepmother's rage, I instinctively turned to my father, pleading for his assistance. However, the look of tiredness on his face indicated that he had long since given up trying to pacify her tempestuous s
Abigail's POV***My father couldn't contain his excitement about the Bugatti Veyron, raving about its features and marveling at its price tag, which, much to my surprise, was even higher than I had expected. I listened with a mix of awe and disbelief, trying to process the sheer amount of money that Henry spent on a single vehicle.Apparently, it was a rare car that was sold for six hundred million. That was a lot higher than I had expected it to be.As I sat in the passenger seat of the Bugatti Veyron, I was so conscious of its value that I felt like I was sitting on a throne of gold. Every slight movement was met with a gentle rearranging of my body, as if the slightest contact could damage its precious surface. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Henry's giggle as he steered us smoothly toward our destination, which was obviously a five star restaurant.As Henry brought the Bugatti Veyron to a smooth halt in the parking lot, we could only stare in awe at the towering skyscraper
Abigail's POV***"If you had bothered to ask me about what happened five years ago then maybe we wouldn't be having this conversation today" I said with tears in my eyes, wiping them away with a napkin that was placed on the table neatly."I'm sorry, I failed as a father."Suddenly, tears brimmed in my eyes, overflowing and flowing down my cheeks. In a desperate attempt to hide my vulnerability, I brought my palms up to cover my face, my shoulders curling inward as if to shield myself from the world. I didn't want him to think that I was his pathetic daughter.Finally finding the courage, I said, "Henry was the man I slept with five years ago." The words flowed out of me, a rush of relief washing over me as years of secrecy were lifted from my shoulders. My father’s eyes were also damp with tears as he responded, "I'm so sorry, Abigail. I failed you." His voice shook as he spoke, causing his shoulders to sag in defeat. Indeed men do cry, I tried to tell myself that it wasn't his fa
Third POV***Mr. Williams’ gaze met his daughter’s, each glance stirring a sense of disappointment within him. Though he did not speak, his furrowed brow and tight-lipped expression revealed a hidden pain that he couldn't conceal.Despite Mr. Williams’ attempts to conceal his disappointment, it became visible in his facial expressions, especially in the obvious shifts of his brow and mouth.Determined to rectify his perceived failure, he promised in his heart to be the father she deserved, no matter the obstacles or challenges that might arise. He knew that this was his chance to make amends, and he wouldn’t let it slip away.Clearing his throat, he started. "Abigail, I need you to listen attentively to me."Abigail’s lips stretched wide into a vibrant smile, her eyes bright with curiosity as she met her father’s gaze. The anticipation was evident as she leaned in closer, eager to hear the words that hung on his lips.Mr. Williams struggled to get out the words, choking on his own th