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.

ever existing. But even after Frey's release from

planned the car accident and the fire that had ruined everything.

Please, Dad!" Abigail

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 Hill Mansion's basement, gradually fading by

days later,

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

She sneered inwardly, seeing the hypocrisy in

unaware that the fire she had set at Abigail's instigation had

Frey had died..." Abigail knocked the ashes from her cigarette, "I would have ensured you got

keep Nathaniel tied down. Frey was

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