The President’s Mistake A Tale of Love and Regret

Michael's ambitions were vast, and his methods were ruthless.

Abigail had hoped that marrying Nathaniel would be her ticket to using his influence to rid herself of Michael, that perverted devil.

However, now that Nathaniel had called off the engagement, she felt a surge of hatred as she lowered her head.

Seeing her slumped on the floor, Michael, unimpressed by her disheveled appearance and nightclub attire, yanked her roughly to her feet.

Panic flashed in Abigail's eyes. It had been years since Michael had laid a hand on her. He had left her alone because she had been useful to him, and in recent years, he had turned to other girls. Though injured in his youth, he had only grown more perverted with time.

Abigail knew of several girls who had suffered greatly at his hands.

She had envied Frey, who seemed to have everything as she was born into the influential Gomez family, and engaged to the perfect man, Nathaniel.

fueling her desire to make Frey regret ever existing. But even after Frey's release from prison, Nathaniel had remained obsessed with

failures. She had planned the car accident and the fire

Abigail pleaded, desperate

unforgiving of her failures and indifferent to her pleas. It was her fault that the engagement was ruined, and she had to face the consequences. Throughout the night, muffled cries and screams echoed from the

days later, aboard

Pier, Abigail sat in a chair, dressed in a long-sleeved gauze dress. Wearing sunglasses and smoking a cigarette, she stared across at

Abigail's ear. She sneered inwardly, seeing the

fire she had set at Abigail's instigation had completely sabotaged the grand

Abigail knocked the ashes from her cigarette, "I would have ensured

You couldn't even keep Nathaniel tied down. Frey was saved because you let

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