1. Diavolo Ch 01


    Date: 2/21/2016, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    home and treated them like family. Abigail was eternally grateful for her auntie sending her abroad to the best schools where she studied, art, music and philosophy. After Daniel and Mikayla announced their engagement, Abigail felt shamed into saying that she actually wanted to pursue a vocation as a nun and Paulina had promptly sent her to the best nunnery in Italy. Surprisingly, Abigail had found peace at the convent tucked away in the mountains, but her Mother Superior lovingly accused her of trying to run away from her problems by hiding at the convent and refused to allow her to take her final vows as a nun. Abigail was prepared to prove her Mother Superior wrong, but the call from her mother, hysterical over the situation with Mikayla, Daniel II, and the rock star had her boarding the first of a series of planes to get her from Italy to the west coast of the United States. Her mother begged her to talk sense into her younger sister, before Paulina found out and tossed them all out of the mansion. Marjorie hadn’t a penny to her name during all these years. Aunt Paulina had given them everything. They would indeed be homeless. Her mother would be exposed to the ridicule of the society she ran in now, something that was obviously very important to her. Perhaps Mother Superior was right. It was time Abigail came back home and perhaps started working, putting to use her many degrees in art, music, literature and philosophy. She could provide for her mother and her sister. ...
    Her family would just have to adapt at living modestly. Closing her eyes, she did her best to convince herself that her spoiled sister and mother would accept that fate graceful and gratefully. Deep inside, she knew they’d be outraged and mortified, but there was nothing else she could do. The car finally passed the immense gates to the Montenegro estate. She rubbed her sweaty palms on her pants before stepping out of the rear of the car when the chauffer opened the door for her. “Thank you, Edvard,” she said with a smile. The young pimple-faced chauffer nodded and stepped back to retrieve her luggage. About to tell him she could manage her small case by herself, she turned when she heard her mother call out to her. “Oh, thank-god you’re here!” Marjorie had aged much since last Abigail saw her mother. Her short blond hair was stylishly cut into a sleek bob that accentuated her sharp chin. Mother wore a silky cream-colored blouse, a pair of pale green palazzos, and gold ballerina flats. The modest string of pearls caught on the buttons of Abigail’s. jacket when she pulled away. Lines bracketed Marjorie’s mouth and eyes, as if all her mother did was frown and worry. “How are you mother?” Abigail said politely. She was about to tell her mother how much she missed her, but was interrupted by her mother’s impatient, “Why did it take you so long to get here? I called you two days ago.” Abigail resisted the urge to curl her shoulders in dejection. “Mother, I was in Italy. I took the ...
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