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Abigail approached the director's office, the staff member knocked on the door with urgency. The sound echoed through the hallway, a sharp rap that cut through the silence like a blade."Come in," a voice called from within the office.The staff member pushed open the door, ushering Abigail into the room before stepping aside respectfully. Abigail took a deep breath, steeling herself for the encounter that lay ahead."Sir, we have Abigail Palms wanting to see you," the staff member announced, her voice ringing with a note of deference.The director looked up from his desk, his expression one of mild surprise at the unexpected visitor. "The Abigail Palms?" he repeated, a hint of incredulity creeping into his tone.The staff member nodded eagerly. "Yes, sir," she confirmed.Abigail met the director's gaze head-on, her eyes steady and unwavering."Thank you, Emily. You can leave us," the director said, gesturing for the staff member to depart.Emily nodded obediently, casting a curious
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The kitchen was a battleground, the air thick with tension. Abigail and Ella, once inseparable friends, now faced each other like sworn enemies. The room crackled with their animosity, and the utensils bore witness to their rage.Abigail lunged at Ella, her fingers like talons as she grabbed a fistful of Ella’s hair, yanking her head back, and slamming it into the fridge with a resounding thud. Ella winced, her hands flying up to protect her head as she stumbled backward her eyes narrowing in fury. She retaliated with a swift kick to Abigail’s stomach, the blow knocked the wind out of Abigail, causing her to double over in pain and the force of it knocked Abigail back against the electric stove. The metallic clang reverberated through the room.Their guards rushed forward, eager to separate the two women and put an end to the altercation but Abigail and Ella both shouted, “No!” Their voices overlapped, warning them not to interfere, a symphony of defiance. “This bitch is mine,” E
Untold chronicles of power Chapter Hundred
Fernando's heart raced as he pulled up to Sophia's grand mansion, the weight of his impending conversation with her bearing down on him like a heavy burden. He knew what he had to say would be difficult to hear, but it was the only way to save her life. Taking a deep breath, he stepped out of his car and approached the imposing front door. The door swung open, revealing one of Sophia's guards, who regarded Fernando with a nod. "Hey, what happened? Did you talk to them?" Angela's voice was filled with urgency as she caught sight of Fernando's troubled expression. Fernando hesitated, the weight of his words pressing down on him like a lead weight. "No, I..." he began, but his words trailed off as Sophia herself emerged from the kitchen, her presence commanding the room. "What? What happened?" Sophia's voice was tinged with anxiety as she approached, her eyes searching Fernando's face for any sign of news. "They didn't agree to postpone the conclave after you gave birth," Fernan
Untold chronicles of power Chapter hundred one
The midday sun cast a warm glow over the sprawling mansion, its elegant facade standing proud amidst manicured lawns and towering trees. Realtor Charlotte stood beside Abigail, her well-manicured hand gesturing towards the grand entrance as she recited the impressive features of the property."Ma'am, this mansion boasts two indoor pools, eight spacious bedrooms, and breathtaking views of the surrounding countryside," Charlotte began, her voice filled with practiced enthusiasm.But before she could continue, Abigail cut her off with a wave of her hand. "I'll take it," she declared, her tone firm and decisive.Charlotte blinked in surprise, taken aback by Abigail's abruptness. "But ma'am, you haven't even seen the bedrooms or the backyard," she protested, a note of uncertainty creeping into her voice.Abigail shook her head dismissively, her eyes fixed on the imposing mansion before her. "I don't care. I want it," she insisted, her voice leaving no room for argument.Charlotte hesitate
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As Abigail worked, the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the room. But Abigail paid it no mind, then,Abigail's stomach grumbled insistently as she pored over the documents, her mind consumed with thoughts of her birth parents and the mysteries of her past. She hadn't realized how hungry she was until now, and the idea of venturing out to a restaurant seemed daunting in her current state of mind. But then she remembered the safe in the master bedroom, and a glimmer of hope sparked within her.Gathering up the papers, Abigail made her way to the master bedroom, her footsteps echoing in the silence of the grand hallway. As she entered the room, her eyes scanned the walls, searching for any sign of the hidden safe. It didn't take long for her to spot it—a small, inconspicuous box nestled between two paintings.With a sense of anticipation, Abigail approached the safe and carefully removed the paintings, revealing a piece of paper tucked behind them. It
Untold chronicles of power Chapter hundred three
Stood at the door of her apartment, the dim hallway light casting a soft glow on the worn carpet, As Sophia escorted Fernando out of her apartment, the weight of their conversation lingered heavily in the air. Fernando's apology hung between them like a fragile thread, his sincerity evident.Fernando shifted uncomfortably, his gaze fixed on the floor. “I am sorry,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. His hand hovered over the doorknob, ready to make his exit.Sophia stepped closer, her heart aching. “Fernando,” Sophia reassured him, her tone soft yet firm. “I already told you—you have nothing to apologize for.” She reached out, pulling him into an embrace. His warmth enveloped her, a silent gesture of understanding and forgiveness.But life had a way of interrupting even the most poignant moments, their shared warmth was interrupted by the shrill ringtone of Sophia's phone. Startled, she reluctantly pulled away from Fernando, her hand diving into the pocket of her coat to ret
Untold chronicles of power Chapter hundred four
"Dad, we have a lot to talk about," Sophia began, her voice trembling slightly with emotion.Benedict's expression softened as he sensed his daughter's unease, his gaze filled with a mixture of concern and understanding."It's okay, Sophia. We can talk later," Benedict reassured her, his voice gentle but firm.Sophia nodded, her heart heavy with the weight of the conversation that lay ahead.Just then, Fernando now fully entered the room, a warm smile spreading across his face as he greeted Benedict."Is good having you back, sir," Fernando said, stepping forward to extend his hand in greeting.Benedict returned the handshake, his grip firm yet gentle, feeling the rough calluses against his skin as he met Fernando's gaze.Benedict shook Fernando’s hand, “Ah, Fernando,” he said. “My memory is a little shaky now, but I still remember glimpses of how you saved me. Thank you.” Benedict said, his voice filled with gratitude.Fernando’s eyes crinkled at the corners. “It was nothing,” he sa
Untold chronicles of power Chapter hundred five
Benedict's jaw loosened with laughter saying “Hahahahahahahahaha, those bastard, they always thought they were better than we Rake’s, serves them right,”“Dad!” Sophia cautioned, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry continue” Benedict begged still laughing, "And Ella arrived at the Wills mansion during a battle with the Mitch’s and killed James Wills," Sophia continued, her voice trembling with emotion as she recounted the final, tragic act of the bloody feud."Alexander arrived, thinking it was Jackson, and went for revenge," Sophia concluded, her voice filled with sorrow as she spoke of the tragic chain of events that had led to the death of Jackson.Benedict's face became serious with the mention of Jackson as he listened to Sophia's words, his heart heavy with grief.As the weight of the truth settled over them, Angela, Fernando, and Sophia exchanged solemn glances, their hearts heavy with sorrow at the grim realities of the past.In the silence that followed, Benedict's mind raced with questio
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