The Villainess Married The Evil CEO-Chapter 105: Writing Her Own Story

After hanging up the call, Owen tapped his finger on the table and stared at the document with a frown on his face.

Back when the previous Abigail had initiated chasing him, he had first ignored her. But when she continued on and on like that without stopping, he did a background check on her and found all the critical information.

That’s why he knew that the previous Abigail was habitual of finding trouble for herself and wandering about like some professional vblogger. She was even crazy for her mother despite Chloe’s ignorance.

Of course, he also couldn’t ignore the fact that Abigail’s entire personality transformed all of a sudden within a matter of a few months.

So, how can an entire person change so suddenly? Only one explanation, multiple personality disorder.

Even if it’s like that, where did the previous personality go? Did she fail to get hold of her own body?

Or was she the extra personality that Abigail caught on? This should explain why she had bipolar disorder and a lot of moodiness.

But something was still wrong. There seemed to be a loophole in this story, but Owen seemed like he still couldn’t catch on. But he wasn’t in a hurry.

He already knew what he wanted to do. Thus, he saved the file in his drive and closed the tab, stretching his arms. Then he called his assistant and decided to focus on his other patients for now.

Abigail didn’t realize that she ended up letting out such a big secret without even realizing it. She got up and stretched herself, thinking about what else she could do now that everything had been sorted.

She had already called Owen, had Nicholas and Asher deal with that bouquet and the killer. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Only now did she realize that she had nothing else to do but wait. Then she looked at the laptop sitting on the table beside her bed and hesitated before heading over there.

Since she had so much free time at hand, why not write a novel once again?

Actually, the idea of writing a novel to vent her emotions was given by her psychiatrists from the previous birth. He wanted her to remain stress-free and suggested she write a novel in her free time instead of watching TV the whole day holed up in her room.

He had told her that writing a novel would end up stabilizing her mind and emotions well. Sure, it was another kind of stress to think of a storyline, but at least, Abigail would be productive. Being productive would help her heal faster.

Sure enough, Abigail did heal faster. Her mood swings reduced a lot more than usual, making her feel happy. Even if she was angry, she would make the villain kill people around her and torture others brutally.

That novel was kind of a healing therapy for Abigail. But now that she was living the same novel in real time, she finally realized the horror of being chased around by a serial killer.

This time, she would write a beautiful novel with everything involving love and slice of life! She wouldn’t even include the slightest bit of drama around the characters! In fact, she would also not involve a character with her own name!

Enough of transmigrating into her own novel. She didn’t want to experience it a second time.

No... Wait a minute...

What if she wrote her own life story in the form of a novel? Would she transmigrate back to her world?

That thought sparked up a trace of hope in her heart as she rubbed her hands and sat on the table, opening up a document. She should try, at least. The worst-case scenario would be that she wouldn’t transmigrate at all, right?

Thus, she started writing her own life story right from the start, as much as she could remember.

A few days passed by peacefully. Neither Nicholas nor Asher could find the traces of the young man who gave that bouquet. They had no choice but to increase security at home. Of course, Asher took up that responsibility since he was living here.

At this time, the three of them were having morning breakfast before Abigail would go to the set. That’s right, she had been selected as the villain. She didn’t even have to talk to them and negotiate her price. Asher handled everything and made sure she would earn more.

Finally, it was time for her to get busy with her work.

Of course, it wasn’t easy to pass these few days since she had already decided to ignore the two handsome guys around her, especially since she had been writing about the terrible phase of her life lately in her novel. Sure, her psychiatrist appeared in her life like a knight in shining armor, but that was later when she grew up already.

Even now, she felt frustrated, but at the same time, the novel did seem to put her mind off things that were happening around her. For instance, she had completely forgotten about the fact that someone had sent her a strange bouquet.

If it wasn’t for Nicholas’s and Asher’s terrible expressions as they sat at the dining table to eat, she wouldn’t have remembered that matter at all.

Damn, writing novels really did work!

She looked at Asher and then at Nicholas, not realizing why they were both looking extremely depressed and cold as if their mere auras were filled with utter indifference and darkness. They were oozing out coldness from sitting on their seats. Even she started feeling a little cold after sitting around them for a long time.

Maybe that bouquet event really did affect them, after all.

What she didn’t know was that it wasn’t just the bouquet event. They had both noticed how Abigail would be howled up in her room for the past few days and wouldn’t even greet them if they disturbed her. In the passing, they both noticed that she would write something fiercely with utter focus on her laptop, not moving her eyes away from the screen the entire day.

The only time she would get out of that place was to eat, bathe, and sleep.

And if either of them tried to go and see what she was writing, she would instantly shut the laptop and glare at them. After a while, Asher even tried to sneak a glance at her laptop when she was away, but to his surprise, she put up a lock, and even after trying out everything, he couldn’t open it.

Thus, both of them had dark expressions on their faces, not knowing what was it that suddenly happened to Abigail.