Palmer Estate was a sprawling property spread over three thousand acres. The primary residence, Palmer House, was a Chateauesque-style mansion built between 1856 and 1892 by Reginald Palmer, the late founder of the family.
Palmer House was the largest privately owned house in the city, with over fifty thousand square feet of floor space. Jake Grayson was undoubtedly the wealthiest in the city, but the Palmer family was literal royalty. Ashley was ushered into the house by a Head Butler whom she did not recognize. "Who are you?" she asked him quizzically. "Where is Marvin?" Marvin had been Head-butler even before Ashley was born. He had practically raised the little girl when her mother passed away. The servant looked at her garb and frowned. Ashley's clothes were shabby, and it seemed she hadn't conditioned her hair for weeks. Even though she was technically wealthy again, the young woman didn't have time for a makeover before returning home. "I am Levi," he replied, trying hard not to be rude. "Miss Scarlet asked Marvin to retire after Mr. Arthur passed away." Ashley furrowed her brows. Scarlet had practically replaced all the staff after she took over. Ashley had not set foot inside her birthplace since her wedding. She was led through the guest hall. The young woman passed the tall portraits of her family and predecessors in the guest hall. She observed the 1921 Howard Miller grandfather clock, smiled at the three fireplaces with mounted animal trophies, and trod on the nut-brown Persian rugs. Ashley was overcome by nostalgia for the past when she frolicked around the place as a child. They used to have a pet tigress, Dottie. The animal was her playmate until Arthur remarried. Mary, her stepmother, brought along Scarlet, a child from her previous marriage. Scarlet... An ungrateful child who grew up to kill her father! Ashley gritted her teeth. She needed to confront the bitch before calling the cops on her. "Would you prefer a bath and a change of clothes first?" Levi interrupted her thoughts rudely. He was constantly frowning at her appearance. The head butler could not believe that Jake Grayson's wife looked like a homeless person. So, the rumors were true. Ashley Palmer was penniless and lived the life of a slave. "No, thank you, Levi," Ashley replied. "Just tell me where Scarlet is." The servant pursed his lips irritably but kept his cool. "Miss Palmer is in the third-floor library. I'll show you the way." "There is no need to usher me," she snapped. "I know where the library is. But if my husband, Jake, arrives, bring him straight to me." Levi nodded and left, grumbling under his breath. 'I will fire this idiotic butler first once I have my company back,' Ashley told herself. 'I'll have to undo everything Scarlet has done.' Ashley ascended the grand staircase, again adorned with portraits and paintings, some more expensive than sports cars. She reached the third-floor landing and entered the library. Scarlet, the current CEO of Palmer Industries, was reclining on a situation table in the middle of the room. Several project maps lay across the table. Her secretary stood beside her, taking notes. When she saw Ashley, Scarlet's face lit up. Dismissing her secretary, she rushed to greet her sister with a hug. She was twenty-three, slender and attractive, with dark, short hair. "Oh, sis! You are a sight for sore eyes!" she exclaimed. "We're having a grand party in the evening in our Alpine Hills Lake House. If you can clean yourself up, you can attend it!" "Stop the theatrical drama, Scarlet!" Ashley thundered. "I know now what a snake you are! Your fake love won't fool me anymore!" Scarlet's facial expression transitioned from shock to smugness. "What are you talking about? I will always love you, even if you have become downtrodden. I mean, look at you. You seem to have walked out of the sewers! No wonder Jake divorced you!" Ashley's lips quivered. Wasn't the divorce Scarlet's plan? But it was not the subject she wanted to broach. Ashley bit her lower lip to keep herself steady. "You won't fool me, Scarlet. I know everything was your idea! You stole both my company and my husband! Now you dare to call me a sister?!" The young CEO shook her head dismissively. "I think you lost your mind after becoming a homeless, penniless divorcee. I can't help you if you keep talking nonsense." Ashley slanted her eyes at her stepsister. It was time for the confrontation. "Why did you do it?" she demanded. "Why did I do what?" "You snake! You killed Dad! Let's see what Jake thinks of you once I reveal your true colors to him!" Scarlet took several steps back, her face contorted with surprise. "Lies…" she mumbled. "You were the one who abducted him! And stabbed him seven times in that abandoned garage! I've seen everything with my own eyes!" "What rubbish!" Scarlet growled. However, when Ashley mentioned the specific details, she turned away and started sobbing. "Keep your crocodile tears to yourself, Scarlet! I have video evidence. You thought you could get away with the crime, but a CCTV camera recorded you! You're going to prison!" Scarlet stopped sobbing and turned around with a flourish. Her expression had changed. She was grinning ominously. The villain cocked her head and cackled loudly. "Yes, I killed Dad!" she growled viciously. "And I stabbed and watched him bleed to death!""Why did you do it?!" Ashley asked in a fury. "Was it even worth it? I have already been reinstated as Chairperson!" Scarlet laughed hysterically, pointing at her stepsister. "You ask why? Because Dad always loved his firstborn daughter more! I had to live under your shadow! All my life, I received hand-me-downs. Always second priority! Arthur always favored his previous princess, Ashley!" "You never deserved or earned the happy life you lived! Did you think I would torture myself, watching you have a loving husband? Or let you become the Chairperson of Palmer Industries? There's no way I'd let any of that happen! So I destroyed everything!" Scarlet's eyes were wild and flaring as if she was possessed. "You need a psychiatrist, Scarlet," Ashley said, deeply disturbed by her sister's outburst. "But first, you will go to prison!" "What is going on?" a voice asked from the door. Ashley turned to see Mary Palmer, Arthur's second wife and mother of Scarlet. Mary was in her forties b
Ashley woke up with a start. Her heart thumped like a hammer inside her chest. She remembered being cold and near-death. Now, she was suddenly warm and flushed. As Ashley’s eyes adjusted to the light, the young woman realized she was on a toilet commode with her trousers and panties down. Did she fall asleep while taking a leak? That would be ridiculous. The brutalities that happened to her seconds ago were too real to be a nightmare! Ashley’s own family killed her. Scarlet, and Mary—the monsters in her life. Ashley pulled up her lowers, flushed the toilet, and left the cubicle. It was the executive washroom of the Grayson building. "I'll splash some water on my face. That should get my bearings in place." Ashley went to one of the luxurious Whitehaus basins and looked into the mirror. What she saw almost made her fall over in shock. It was impossible! She looked almost a year younger. The dark circles, the signs of impoverishment, the dehydrated skin—everything was gone! Ashl
Even though Ashley's inner being rejected him, her body was instantly aroused by Jake's touch. It had always been like that. Jake was a maestro when it came to sex or even foreplay. He was a fantastic kisser, and he knew all her weak spots. In her previous life, as a slave of the Grayson family, Ashley couldn't remember the last time she had been touched amorously. The young woman, with shattered self-esteem, had no sexual drive. The married Jake of the future had treated her like a disease, ignoring how attractive she was. Perhaps he felt guilty for betraying his wife? Right now, it felt like years... no... decades since Ashley had been touched so tenderly. Her body felt like it was freshly thawed from ice. Jake caressed her thighs and slid a sneaky hand between them. Ashley pressed her knees together on instinct. She didn't want him to know how hot the fire was between her legs, how wet she was already. Jake raised a questioning eyebrow. Why was Ashley resisting his advances? T
"Whoa! That's a surprise," Jake declared. It was always him pleasuring her. She never took the gear stick into her possession. "An eye for an eye," Ashley said with a grin while pulling out his erect member. The beauty marveled at the size and mentally patted herself on the back. Jake was a future rotten guy, but presently, he was a Chad. Ashley wet her right hand and grabbed his monstrosity, sliding up and down slowly for minutes. Then she started jerking him off faster. Jake closed his eyes and leaned back. She sped things up real soon. What was the hurry? "Hey, slow down there, cowgirl!" Jake pleaded, breathless. However, Ashley's hand went up and down like a plunger, making him climb the orgasm hill faster. And then it happened. Jake exploded. Ashley dodged at the right moment, and his load splattered into the back of the driver's seat. Jake let out a long moan and shivered, with his hips tensed. "Mother of freaking God!" he exclaimed. "Full marks, Ash!" Ashley wasn't payin
Ashley turned to the receptionist. "Could you tell me Tessa's room number? Don't be alarmed; we are soon to be sisters-in-law. My wedding's tomorrow, so I need to discuss a few things. But Tessa's phone is switched off." Bella was reluctant, but it was difficult to say no to someone from the Palmer family, who could purchase the Marigold Hotel with a snap of their fingers. Besides, the union between the Graysons and the Palmers was the talk of the town. It was usual for the bride to barge into her future sister-in-law's room a day before the wedding. "Miss Grayson is in Suite No. 4," Bella said. "But she doesn't want to be disturbed..." Ashley ignored her and rushed into the elevator. On the way up, she tried to put things together in her head. The back panel of the elevator was a mirror, and Ashley observed her reflection. She had missed looking like that. After their wedding, Jake ruined her beauty and health by imprisoning her in a maid's room. She was treated worse than a serva
"Get inside now!" Ashley called out, lunging at Tessa and shoving her roughly inside. The girl was taken aback. Both of them fell into the room in a heap. Ashley jumped to her feet and locked the door behind them. "Listen…" Tessa mumbled, getting to her feet. "Please let me be and leave my room. I have an important photo shoot with TEEN VOGUE. I know you are the Palmer Princess, but you can't bully me like this! Even as a prank!" Ashley turned to her with a raised eyebrow. "Do they call me the Palmer Princess? That's a terrible moniker." Tessa bit her lip. "Aren't you acting like a spoiled Princess right now? Locking me in my own booked room? What's wrong with you? Has the anxiety of marriage gotten to your head?" Ashley shook her head. "I'm trying to save you, so don't get in the way. Your TEEN VOGUE interview is scheduled for next week. This one is fake! Didn't you see that hulking guy? Did he appear like a normal hotel staff to you?" The girl winced and shrugged. "I didn't rea
"Let me get this straight. You woke up A YEAR IN THE PAST after your stepmother and stepsister KILLED you?" Tessa asked over the bubbling noises of the jacuzzi. "That is AMAZING! Like a second chance reincarnation novel!" She was literally bobbing up and down in the bathtub. Ashley's sharp gaze made her freeze. "I mean, of course, it is not that amazing. Especially considering what happened to you was tragic…" she trailed off. After escaping from the hotel, the girls retreated to Malory Towers, the tallest skyscraper in the city, owned by the Grayson family. Their first stop was Tessa's master bathroom on the forty-fifth floor. The girls felt they deserved a break after the horrors encountered earlier that day. The bathroom had a glass-bottomed spa bathtub with Amazonian crystal sides. With Pietra Firma tiles, a champagne ice wall, and double vanity bidets, it was an exhibition of the filthy rich. There were two walk-in showers, a double massage couch, and super-chic mirrored furn
"What kind of help are we talking about here?" Tessa asked curiously.Ashley put on a serious face. "A security consultant to begin with. Neither you nor I are safe anymore, and our regular bodyguards are useless against Scarlet's goons."The girl nodded. "You're right. But where is he?""I think he is late," Ashley replied, checking her phone. "His agency assured me the candidate is very professional.""What's his name?""An odd name. Err… Chevalier de Guiscard.”***Chevalier de Guiscard hated Billionaires. They were pompous and egotistical and believed they could purchase everything with money.'Well, the last part is not entirely wrong,' he thought, checking the time on his military-grade watch. Guiscard's services did not come cheap. Even an hour of hiring his skills cost a small fortune to the client. Almost every billionaire in Norwich had partaken of his resources at some point in time. He was an ace in the security industry and had lent his services to even the Governor once