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ABIGAIL'S DILEMMA: BEWARE OF A FIBBING SAINTESS

Warning; Mature Content (r18) If you are given the option to choose between being comforted by a lie or being hurt by the truth, which would you pick? Remember, one lie has the power to taint a thousand truths. ---------------- Abigail Woods, Abby for short, is a beautiful and strong-willed girl born out of wedlock to a poor and struggling mother. From a young age, she craved the genuine love of a father. However, life plays a cruel game on her when she ends up with a pedophile stepfather and a heartless stepsister. After years of enduring abuse, Abby flees her past life on her twenty-first birthday and starts a new life in a faraway countryside as Stella Peterson. For one whole year, Abby, now Stella, adopted the fake identity of a local farm girl and worked for the Dawsons as a vine dresser. Everything was perfect for Stella until she crosses paths with two wealthy and handsome gentlemen, who are both rivals in the same line of business. Both young men are tenacious and want Stella as a wife. But Stella's falsehoods and past are out to hunt her. How far is Stella willing to go, to keep her real identity a secret? Would she succeed in her mission or would karma come calling? ********* #Betrayal #Love triangle #Revenge #Weak to strong #Dark #Survival ********** Welcome! Thanks for choosing this book. This is my third book and I am thrilled to share it with you all. It is dedicated to all my fateful old and new readers who love a good face slapping novel. Note: This is a slow burn romance novel. Please add this book to your collection list, drop a review, and vote. The book cover does not belong to me. Kudos to the talented designer. Do not forget to check out my first book; A Stolen Kiss From THE CEO!

Tres_Aguila · Urban
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260 Chs

Broken Ties

Abigail came into view for everyone to see her. She was escorted by Alex on one side and Cynthia on the other side.

"He knew all this while that I was his daughter and yet he kept mute. For years I have itched to know who my father was. For years, I believed my mother was at fault for denying me the love and tenderness of my father. For years, I have dreamt of what today would be like. But now, standing in front of you..." Tears rolled down Abigail's eyes. "... I detest the knowledge of you. I curse you. I curse the day you met my mother and planted me in her womb. I would rather die a thousand times than call you my father."

There was complete silence in the room aside from Abigail's intermittent sniffing. She was heartbroken and she hated the fact that she was crying before Greg. Hence, she angrily wiped the tears running down her cheeks, while glaring at the man responsible for all the pain she had been through.