Chapter 239: The Truth behind Abigail’s Actions
Roselle's POV
I sipped my wine slowly, the taste dry and bitter—just how I liked it. The door creaked open, and my eyes narrowed as she stepped in. Abigail Bardot. Draped in designer elegance and high heels that clicked like hollow confidence.
She tried to hold her head high, but her presence screamed insecurity masked in perfume and diamonds.
"Thank you, Ms. Vasilyev, for meeting me here," she said with that rehearsed smile of hers. The kind meant for press conferences and red carpets. Not for me.
I didn't smile back. Just leaned forward slightly, resting my chin on my hand.
"No need to mention it, but I'm more curious—why would someone like you want to do business with a Mafia Queen like me? More so... with the very woman responsible for making you a widow?"
Her expression shifted. Dark. Calculated. But not broken.
She didn't deny it.
It almost made me laugh. She hated the original Samuel, sure—but she never once knew the truth behind why he left her. Why he walked out of her miserable life.
Mark. That snake. He invested in Bardot Industries with one condition: Samuel had to cut all ties with her. Never tell her the truth. Let her think he abandoned her when she needed him most.
And Samuel... poor fool... he believed in her. In her. He thought it was love. Thought he was doing what was best for her future.