Sebastian’s WrathSebastian took a step forward, his usual calm demeanor shattering as it dawned on him what his father had just said. “Joint heir?” His voice was low, dangerous. “What are you saying?” Gabriel remained unshaken, his gaze locked on his son. “You heard me, Sebastian.” Sebastian’s fists clenched. “You’re giving him my birthright?” Gabriel’s tone didn’t waver. “I am securing the future of this family.” A few of the men exchanged wary glances. This was new. No one, not even Celeste, had expected Gabriel to go this far. Ashton, playing his role perfectly, tilted his head. “Sebastian, you sound disappointed.” Sebastian snapped his glare toward Ashton. “I don’t trust you.” Ashton smirked, folding his arms. “I can't see why.” Sebastian’s nostrils flared. “You think you can walk in here, win my sister’s heart, and suddenly you’re my equal? You haven’t bled for this family.” Gabriel’s voice cut through the tension like a blade. “Sebastian. Enough.” Sebastian’

The Eve of the WeddingFinally, it was the eve of the wedding. The morning sun bled through the grand windows of the Monroe mansion. Outside, the estate was alive with movement. Caterers hauled in crates of fine wines and gourmet delicacies, decorators scrambled to perfect every detail, and additional security patrolled the perimeter with sharp eyes and loaded weapons. The entire place was being transformed into the perfect wedding venue, an opulent prison that Ashton had no intention of staying in. As he stood in front of the mirror in the room he'd been given, adjusting the cuffs of his crisp white shirt, he took in the lavish decorations that filled the room. Red and gold silk drapes adorned the walls, an enormous crystal chandelier glowed above him, and the air smelled of fresh roses. Everything about this wedding screamed power and wealth, just another way for the Monroes to show the world they were untouchable. But Ashton wasn’t thinking about vows or celebrations. His mi

The Truth UnveiledThe rhythmic hum of the helicopter’s blades still echoed in Ashton’s ears as he sat in the grand drawing room of the Reed Estate. It was all over. The fight was over and he'd been rescued by his father. The opulence of the mansion contrasted the chaotic night he had just survived. His head throbbed from exhaustion. Frederick Reed, stood in front of him, arms crossed, his expression already sour. . “You had no right,” Frederick said, his voice controlled but edged with frustration. “You put yourself in danger, Ashton. Do you even understand what you just did?” Ashton scoffed, leaning back against the leather chair, his muscles still tense from the escape. “I had to find out the truth about the Monroe family. If you had been honest with me from the start, I wouldn’t have been caught in that nightmare.” Frederick exhaled sharply, his gaze hardening. “You’re not a spy, Ashton. If I needed a spy, I would have sent someone trained for this. You risked your life f

A Twin, A Spy, and A Lifetime of Lies Ashton couldn’t breathe. The man in front of him, his exact reflection save for the scar on his temple, stood with an air of absolute confidence, as if he belonged here, as if he had every right to march into Titanium Inc. like he owned the place. And maybe he did. Ashton staggered back a step, his mind scrambling for logic. He had no siblings. No twin. He had been alone his entire life. Hadn’t he? The entire lobby was silent, filled with wide eyes and gaping mouths. The employees, the security guards, even Lila, everyone was frozen in stunned disbelief. The man, his twin? A doppelganger? An imposter? Ashton wasn't sure but the man smirked at him, as if enjoying the confusion and shock on his face. Finally, he arched a brow. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” His voice was smooth, composed, and filled with some kind of amusement. Ashton opened his mouth, but no words came. The twin stepped closer, utterly at ease. “I need access

His Heiress in Shining Armor The moment Zoe let out her fabricated cry for help, the entire atmosphere in the hotel lobby changed. A security guard, dressed in sleek black suit moved in quickly, sneering at Ashton. "You need to step back, sir," one of them barked, shoving Ashton roughly in the chest. Ashton stumbled slightly but caught himself. "Are you seriously believing this crap?" His voice was laced with disbelief. "I didn’t touch her." Zoe let out a small, exaggerated sob, clutching her torn blouse. "He grabbed me," she whimpered. "I told him to stop, but he wouldn’t listen." Another guard, a burly man with a shaved head, narrowed his eyes. "Sir, we’re going to have to ask you to come with us immediately while we wait for the police to arrive." Ashton clenched his jaw. This was absurd. He knew Zoe was capable of deceit, but this? This was low, even for her. "I didn’t do anything," he said coldly. "Check the damn cameras." The bald guard scoffed. "Oh, I don’t need ca