Chapter One Hundred And Seventy EightAshton stood at the entrance of the luxurious mansion, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. The sun bathed the opulent estate in a golden glow, accentuating its grandeur. It had been a long road for him, a tumultuous journey that had led him down a path he never imagined he would traverse.As the large double doors swung open, revealing a spacious marble-floored foyer, Ashton's eyes widened in awe. His gaze drifted toward the sweeping staircase, adorned with an ornate wrought-iron banister, leading to the upper levels of the mansion. A crystal chandelier hung majestically from the ceiling, casting a shimmering light that danced across the room.The sound of approaching footsteps drew Ashton's attention, and he turned to see his father, Samuel, striding purposefully toward him. Samuel was the epitome of success—a distinguished figure dressed in a tailored suit, exuding an air of confidence and authority. His eyes held a mix
Chapter One Hundred And Seventy Nine Ashton took a deep breath as he stood outside the pulsating doors of the nightclub. It had been five long years since he had experienced the vibrant energy of the dance floor, the thumping bass reverberating through his body. He had been released from prison just a month ago, and tonight, he was determined to revel in the sweet taste of freedom.Stepping inside, the young man felt an electric surge coursing through his veins. The air was thick with anticipation, a mélange of laughter, conversations, and the rhythmic beats of music. The neon lights painted the room in a kaleidoscope of colors, casting a surreal glow on the dance floor. The vibrant energy was contagious, and Ashton couldn't help but smile, feeling alive once again.As he made his way deeper into the club, the bass grew louder, enveloping him in a symphony of sound. He was drawn towards the dance floor, where bodies swayed and moved in perfect synchrony. The atmosphere was intoxicati
Chapter One Hundred And Eighty The sun cast its golden rays over the small, dilapidated house nestled on the outskirts of town. A sense of weariness hung heavy in the air as Ashton’s father stood at the front door, staring at the world through tired eyes. His heart ached with both love and concern as he prepared himself for the inevitable confrontation with his son, Ashton , who had recently been released from prison.Ashton , a young adult with a troubled past, had fallen into the treacherous clutches of addiction and crime. Ashton’s father had hoped that his time behind bars would have served as a wake-up call, a chance for him to reflect on the choices that had led him astray. But now, with the echo of loud music and raucous laughter reaching his ears, Ashton’s father knew his son's demons had not been fully exorcised.Pushing the creaky door open, Ashton’s father stepped into a scene of chaotic revelry. The living room had been transformed into a makeshift party zone, filled with
Chapter One Hundred And Eighty One Xander 's eyes darted across the room, scanning the chaotic scene before him. Papers were scattered haphazardly across his desk, each one representing a crucial decision that could determine the fate of his company. Sweat trickled down his forehead, and his tired eyes burned from the long hours he had spent pouring over financial reports and formulating strategies. The weight of responsibility pressed heavily on his shoulders, but he refused to succumb to the mounting pressure.As the young man with tousled brown hair and determined eyes, Xander had always been driven by a relentless pursuit of success. He had poured his heart and soul into building his company from the ground up, putting in countless sleepless nights and sacrificing personal relationships along the way. Now, with the threat of bankruptcy looming, he found himself at the precipice of a pivotal moment in his career.Days blurred into nights as Xander pushed himself beyond the limit
Chapter One Hundred And Eighty Two The sun cast its golden rays across the spacious, tastefully decorated bedroom. The room exuded an air of elegance and refinement, much like the young woman who inhabited it. Her name was Anastasia , a breathtaking beauty with cascading locks of chestnut hair and eyes that sparkled like sapphires. She possessed a grace that drew the eyes of every passerby, but it was her husband, Xander, who held the key to her heart.Anastasia lay upon the plush, silken sheets, her body entwined with the memories of their passionate nights. Her thoughts danced with desire, longing for the touch of Xander' warm hands against her skin, the gentle caress of his lips upon her neck. Her senses yearned for the unmistakable scent of his cologne, the sound of his husky voice whispering sweet nothings in her ear.The room hummed with anticipation as Anastasia awaited her husband's return. The clock on the nightstand ticked away the minutes, each one stretching into eterni
Chapter One Hundred And Eighty Three Kim sat on the edge of her floral-patterned couch, her fingers trembling as she held onto her phone. She stared at the number on the screen, her heart pounding in her chest. Taking a deep breath, she mustered the courage to dial the familiar digits. The phone rang, and her anxiety grew with each passing second.Finally, a weak voice answered on the other end. It was a voice she hadn't heard in years, but it carried the weight of familiarity. "Hello?" came the hoarse whisper.Kim's throat tightened as tears welled up in her eyes. "Mr. Xander?" she choked out, her voice filled with concern.There was a pause on the line, and then a faint gasp. "Kim? Is that really you?" Mr. Xander replied, his voice barely audible."Yes, it's me," she replied, her voice quivering. "I heard you were sick. How... how are you feeling?"A sigh escaped from Mr. Xander' lips. "Not too well, I'm afraid," he said, his voice filled with exhaustion. "The doctors aren't sure w
Chapter One Hundred And Eighty Four Anastasia sat nervously on her sofa, clutching her phone tightly in her hands. She ran her fingers through her long, chestnut hair, contemplating the words she would soon utter to her best friend, Princess . The evening sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow upon the room as she prepared to have a life-altering conversation.Anastasia and Princess had been inseparable since childhood, sharing secrets and dreams over countless cups of tea. But tonight, Anastasia's heart was burdened with a weighty dilAnastasia. Her marriage to Xander, her husband of five years, had become a mere facade, crumbling under the weight of his busy schedule and constant absence.She hesitated for a moment, her finger hovering over the keypad, before finally summoning the courage to dial Princess 's number. The phone rang, and with each echoing chime, Anastasia's pulse quickened. She took a deep breath and pressed the device to her ear, her voice tre
Chapter One Hundred And Eighty Five Xander sat on the edge of his bed, clutching his cellphone tightly in his hand. The room was dimly lit, with shadows dancing on the walls as the evening sun began its descent. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead, and his throat felt dry and constricted. He knew he had to make the call, to reach out to his wife, Anastasia , for help.With trembling fingers, Xander dialed Anastasia 's number, the phone ringing with an urgency that matched his increasing anxiety. Each ring seemed to echo through the empty room, amplifying the heaviness that settled in his chest. Finally, on the fourth ring, Anastasia 's voice filled the silence."Hello?" Her tone was rushed, indicating she was caught up in the chaos of her own day.Xander's voice was strained, but he mustered the strength to speak. "Anastasia , it's me. I don't feel well. I think I'm sick."There was a momentary pause on the other end of the line. Xander could almost imagine Anastasia furrowing her br