Ashley spends the next day in secret places of the house – in the closet, under the kitchen sink, in the attic. She is always hugging a pack of wipes which she uses to dry her nose and dry her eyes. She cries out her eyes and sobs her heart out, but it's never enough for her. She is crying because she has to pay Angus fifty million and another fifty million to the court, but she doesn't have more than a few dollars in her name. She is in deep trouble, but her new husband, Quinton doesn't even care for her. She is hurting so much because she knows that her parents aren't going to give her the money. Not because they don't care for her, but because they don't have it. What of her brother? He is no better than her. They all depended on Quinton, but she knew that he was not going to move a muscle to help her with it. Her friends are not going to borrow her such an amount of money. She won't even go to them because of the shame. She has racked her brain so hard, but she can't come
Ashley feels a chill on every inch of her body, but she still manages to be still. "What has brother Quinton seen in her?" Another asks. "She looks like a whore. I'm sure that she has been giving him sex and suddenly, he thinks that she is a good wife." Ashley feels her mind shred, she can't believe that they are talking about her like that. She knows that they hate her very much, but this is terrible. "Don't mind the foolish woman. She wants to wiggle her way into our family like the snake that she is." Nora snorts. At that instant, Ashley decides that she is going to walk in so that they can see her. She knows that the longer she stands here eavesdropping, the more hurt she is going to receive. So she puts on her brightest smile and walks into the room of almost ten young women. "Hey, ladies!" She beams and waves at him. "Oh my God, everyone looks great!" The girls gave her the cold shoulder, some of them did not even reply to her greeting. The ones that even did, didn't
It has been three days and Angus hasn't heard from Matilda, not even to thank him for taking her home the other night. It's very unlike her, Matilda is a very grateful person. He decides to call her phone, but his calls keep going straight to voicemail. His heart immediately starts to face, is she okay? What has her crazy boyfriend done this time around?He knows that her boyfriend, Greg, doesn't like him being around Matilda, but he decides to risk it. All he wants is for him to know that she is okay. He picks up his keys and gets into his car. He doesn't care what will happen, he is going to come back right home when he sees she is okay with his own eyes. He drives carefully till he gets to his house. His heart sinks even deeper when he sees Greg's car parked out front. Still, he turns off his car and walks to the front door. He raises his hand and knocks on the door, firmly beating against the door. The door opens and Greg looks down at him. "Angus Knighton, you have some
Ashley is taking her bath. She spends longer time in the bathroom than she usually does, but it's not because she wants to tend more to her body, but because she wants to drink. Each time the water drips down the drain, she drifts into thoughts. Her conversation with Mrs. Goldwater comes up in her head again and again. She has to do this, she knows that she doesn't have another choice. Mrs. Goldwater is right. If Quinton had wanted to save her from going to prison, he would have fought for the money, but he is not doing that. If she wants to avoid jail, she has to fight for herself, she has to do what Mrs. Goldwater has asked of her. With that in her mind, she turns off the faucet and grabs a towel. She doesn't look at him, but she knows that he is looking at her. She wraps it around herself as she goes back to the room. Quinton has changed out of his office clothes, he is wearing pajama bottoms and he is going to bed. She sits in front of the mirror and starts her night r
Ashley has a lot of hope in herself when she walks into the office of the man, Mister Lorenzo. The office is magnificent, she can tell that this man is powerful, even though he is just an assistant. She should be equal to the task. She has had men in her palm since the day she hit puberty, this shouldn't be too hard for her. That changes when she comes face to face with Lorenzo. It seems that the very moment that she set her eyes on the man, the braveness left her body. His swift eyes scare her like he has seen lots of beautiful women and might not think too much of her. "Yes?" He looks up. "Mrs Goldwater, I suppose, how may I help you?" "Hello, sir…" "Sit, please." Oh, he is offering her a seat! Maybe this is a sign from God that her mission is going to be successful. "Thank you." She lets herself sit down. She wants to stop herself from looking around, but this is a very beautiful office. "Mrs Goldwater?" He raises his eyebrow. "I'm afraid, the only Goldwaters are from t
Angus is satisfied, surely it's a good thing that he has done for Ashley even though she sure as hell doesn't deserve it. He takes a long sigh as he heads back into the building. He suddenly bumps into someone with the same height as him. "Sorry, man, my bad." The person apologized. "No problem." Angus looks up and is startled. The person he has bumped into is no other than the man he met in the club, Christian Webster. "Goodness, it's you, my friend." Mister Christian laughs. "What a pleasant surprise." They immediately shake hands, they look delighted – like two long-lost friends. "How are you doing, man?" Angus asks. "I'm sorry, but I have to admit that I have forgotten about you." "And I have taken no offense in that." Christian waves off. "We are both busy men, why are we going to blame that on one another?" Even though their meeting is pure coincidence, Angus is happy to finally meet him again. Christian Webster is dressed as fashionable as the first day Angus sees hi
Ashley pulls her eyebrows together. "Wha– what?" "You don't have to spend a single penny, Ashley. I don't know what touched Angus or the anonymous person who paid off your debts, but it's a miracle indeed." Ashley is not religious, she doesn't believe in mere coincidence or miracles. This is not an anonymous savior, this is someone that she knows, but the person doesn't want to be known. "Ashley, are you there?" She quickly brings herself out of the deep thoughts that are raging in her heart. "Yes, yes, I'm here." "Or perhaps it's your husband, Quinton that paid it off. I told you that you were worrying yourself because he was nonchalant, but look what he has done for you." "Yes, of course, Tyler. It has to be Quinton." She laughs. "I better go and prepare him a heavy meal to thank him for this." "Alright, Ashley. Have a nice day." She ends the call immediately. She chews her lower lip as she walks around the place, trying to make sense out of everything that has happened
Angus visits his grandfather again. This is the first time that he is visiting after the "fight" they had. His father ordered him to dump the company and also cut ties with Matilda, but he has returned now that he has found a way around it. He drives his car smoothly into the parking space where he leaves his vehicle. He takes out the key and walks to the front door. It's opened by a servant even before he gets a chance to knock on the door. "Good afternoon, Young Master." The young man bows. "Thank you, good day." Angus returns the greeting. He walks into the house and looks around the place. His mother hasn't descended the stairs to greet him, like she does whenever he visits, where is she? "My mother, where is she?" He asks the servant. "The Mistress has gone to spend a few hours in the park. She said that she misses going out." "I see," Angus says. "And the Master?" "Right behind you, son." Angus feels chills. He turns around to see his grandfather behind him, with a