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.

regret ever existing. But even after Frey's release from prison,

fire that had ruined everything. Her

Dad!" Abigail pleaded, desperate

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

days later, aboard

Gateshore Pier, Abigail sat in a chair, dressed in a long-sleeved gauze dress. Wearing sunglasses and smoking a cigarette,

sneered inwardly, seeing the hypocrisy in Abigail's outward appearance of purity while secretly seeking

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

the ashes from her cigarette, "I would have ensured you

in disdain. "Is it my fault? You couldn't even keep Nathaniel tied down. Frey was saved because you let him be

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