raised her hand to slap her. Abigail closed her eyes to brace the hit bu

of going hostile. She not only saved your family from facing disrespect of Benedicts but also you from becom

round the church through the window of her room dubiously. Her only thought a

as daily wages to earn a livelihood. If he was Emerson’s son who could render her uncle a ten thousand dollars intere

tly needs a bone marrow transplant to restrain the growing cancer in her body. The cost of the surgery including medication will cost you around t

g up to the cross. But to save Grace, she would even challenge Hades, marriage with an old ugly misshap

k into a cry and Nora doesn't deserve to see her tears. Just then she hear

is features looked torn and withered. What happened to him? It is not like he loves her and shortly is going to part with h

pefully Nora and William are not sacrificing her to their dead forefathers. Abigail k

Abigail walked out of her room in a simple white gown an

in the calloused big hand which held her firmly and p

d head and seven months belly sitting on a wheelchair but a young and very handsome tall and lean man. “Who….” Abigail discreetly bent her

er cold ones. The swirl of his musk and hue cologne had her swooning in the aisles which felt much familiar. It was bringing

kin entanglement brought an unknown delectation in her body. Her legs shivered with the

shock. His robust chest encapsulated her in a gleam of delight and a vigor of youthfu

superfine fabric of his black tuxedo screamed richness and power. “Are you okay?” His very masculine gravelly voice struck a chord in her t

rist spoke volumes about the billions he possessed in his bank account contradicting the claims that he is po

people couldn’t see her reaction. He could easily guess the several queri

lim waist passing through his muscled sternum reaching the basalt shoulders and finally culminating into hi

ou