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CHAPTER 52 Am I Dying?

  Abigail's POV

  I wasn't born yesterday, nor was Maxwell the first male I had met with an agenda. I knew the second he approached that he wanted something from me. What wound me more was that if he asked outright, I would most likely oblige him; I was a people pleaser, I always had been. 

  But scheming to get what you want irritated me, which meant I was more than likely going to drag my heels and then not help to be a stubborn mare. Deciding I would be all sugar and sweet, I smiled my most innocent smile and played the part of 'damsel' he had already decided to cast me in.