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The Rise of Ashton Chapter Seventy six
The Boogeyman Some men find their lives on the right track. Others have to find their own path through life. This was the case of the one known as the Boogeyman. Rain hissed off the black armored truck as it pulled into the glowing heart of the city. The engine purred like a restrained beast, barely audible over the hum of neon signs and the distant thrum of nightlife. The door opened, and out stepped a man whose presence demanded silence wherever he went. They called him Scorpion.Draped in sleek, matte-black armor that gleamed beneath the streetlights, his face hidden behind a helmet with a red-tinted visor, Scorpion looked like something born of shadow and vengeance. “Nothing like the rain to set the mood," he smirked cruelly as he stepped down. He took a slow glance around, reading every motion, every sound. He had to be in charge of his surroundings and be sure everything was just as he wanted. Then, his gloved hand raised, tapping a button on his ear comm. A female voic
The Rise of Ashton Chapter Seventy seven
The ReturnThe island was behind them now, the ocean winds blew against their skin as the trio made their way to the helipad. It wasn't a chase. The doctor had given them the best escape and they were out of the city before their pursuers could catch up. Ashton’s boots thudded against the damp ground as they arrived at the small town. Veronica was just a step behind him, while Rovan lagged slightly, watching behind them with alert eyes. The trees had thinned, giving way to an open field where the chopper awaited, its blades rotating slowly, ready to lift at any time. Michael led them slowly to the base of the chopper. He looked like he was ready to fight but whatever anger was on his face softened the moment he saw Veronica.A rare tenderness he rarely showed as he stepped forward and held her eyes. “Veronica,” he said quietly.She stopped a foot away from him. “You’re not coming?”Michael shook his head. “This is where I stay behind. There’s still clean-up to do in town. Those
The Rise of Ashton Chapter Seventy seven
A Scorpion's Sting “Run!" Rovan hollered again and most of the patrons rushed out of the cafe. The glasses were raining down and shards flew all around. Ashton saw a little boy standing by the door of the restroom, lost, confused. “Head out to the exit, now!" Rovan instructed him and Veronica but there was no way he was leaving that boy there. At once, he ran after the little boy. Rovan looked at him, confused. What was he doing? Couldn't he see the danger? “Ashton! What are you doing?" She called out but he was already by the doorway of the room and he grabbed the little boy. “I want my mummy!" The boy cried out. “Shhh…you'll find your mummy. First, I want you to tell me your name." His little lips wobbled as he replied, “Zion," and then began to cry. “Good, I need you to show me where your mummy is and I'll take you right to her, okay?" Zion nodded and began looking around. He found his mother standing by the exit of the cafe, panicked, begging everyone to find her son.
The Rise of Ashton Chapter Seventy nine
A Strange Father Rovan was out of the picture now until she reached out to them. Maybe, just maybe breaking off wasn't such a bad idea. They just had to get to a safe place and Ashton knew just one way to do that. He turned to Veronica as they stood by the graffiti-smeared wall of an abandoned subway entrance. “He’s sending someone,” Ashton said, slipping the phone into his jacket pocket. “We wait at the fountain by Eden’s Falls. That’s the extraction point.”Veronica narrowed her eyes. “Father said that?”“Yes. We’ll wait there. He said someone from the estate will recognize me and pick me up.”She folded her arms tightly across her chest. “And you believe that?”“We don’t have a choice.”Veronica’s voice dropped cold. “Ashton, that man wiped our memories. He’s not going to save us, he’s going to erase us all over again.”Ashton looked away, jaw tight. “He’s Frederick Reed. He has more security muscle in this city than the governor himself. If we want a chance to survive, we take
The Rise of Ashton Chapter Eighty
Blood LiesHis children? Ashton froze. What was the old man talking about? He looked back at Frederick, some form of answer. But Frederick had turned pale.“Why are you looking so shocked, Freddy?" The man asked, smirking, “seen a ghost?"“You,” Frederick breathed, staggering back a step. “You’re supposed to be dead.”The stranger’s eyes remained on him. “Not dead, your men didn't do a good job,” he showed his teeth. Ashton couldn't breathe. Did Frederick send an assassin on him? He knew his father was dangerous alright. But what was the old man talking about? And why did he look like a hunter back to end Frederick? “I never forgot you, Frederick. Or what you did.” he stated coldly. Ashton blinked, turning to Veronica. “Do you know him?”She shook her head, her hand brushing his arm lightly. She was trembling in confusion and fear. For goodness sake, they were sandwiched between two cars with guns pointed in their face. “Move away from that madman!" Frederick said to Ashton.
The Rise of Ashton Chapter Eighty One
The Mansion of MemoryThe ride to the mansion was silent.Ashton sat beside Veronica in the backseat of Marcel Green’s sleek black SUV. It was quiet. No one had words to say. Augustine had dropped off at a clinic after saying hello to Ashton and Veronica. But he was clearly still recovering. How has he survived? Ashton needed to speak with him, to ask him questions. It was a long ride and Ashton couldn’t stop glancing at the rearview mirror, watching Marcel, who sat upright in the front seat beside the driver calmly. His words, “I am your real father”, still echoed in Ashton’s skull like a distant, ringing bell. Could it be true? Could everything he had believed about his life be a lie?Veronica didn’t say much, but her fingers never left his sleeve. She held on lightly, like she was anchoring herself. He didn’t mind. He needed it too.Thirty minutes later, the SUV passed a tall iron gate. Beyond it, a private driveway wound between trees trimmed like artwork and golden lights h
The Rise of Ashton Chapter Eighty Two
The Crazy Girl in the Mansion Marcel had money. That alone was certain. Ashton could only imagine how much he'd spent just to find them. For a second, he couldn't help but wonder if most of the attacks that he was facing were because he was looking for them. He didn't even know what to think. Was he being hunted or sought for? It didn't make sense. It had been hours after the dinner where Marcel poured out his heart. But still, he couldn't sleep. Ashton couldn’t sleep.The moonlight streamed through the wide balcony windows. Indeed, it was a beautiful scenery, romantic even, but his thoughts were too loud. Marcel’s words played on a loop in his mind. Every single word. .He needed air.Throwing on a hoodie, he slipped out of his bed, grabbed a glass of water from the cabinet and walked out of his suite into the long hallway. The mansion was quiet, too quiet, like it was holding its breath. He could still see some men strolling the grounds but they didn't come too close to the
The Rise of Ashton Chapter Eighty Three
Once Again, An Heir. Ashton awoke to the soft chime of bells echoing from somewhere outside the large window. Golden sunlight poured into the room brightly and he had to squint to adjust to the light. When did he sleep? He'd barely had any sleep since the odd events of the previous night. The thoughts of the crazy girl and the idea of taking over Marvel's legacy. It was all too much. For a second, he forgot what time it was. He looked around his room and all he could see was pure luxury. His fingers sank into the silky sheets as he sat up slowly, a little still heavy from sleep. Across the room, a massive oak wardrobe stood to his right, and his dark suit from yesterday lay draped over a chair near the window. He needed to get ready for his day. He'd had his feelings looking through the house and frankly, he didn't think there was anything else to find. The door was locked and he was sure as hell that the key wasn't just going to lie around somewhere waiting for him to pick
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Taking His Place A finger. A bloody boxed finger. Ashton hummed as he took a good look at it again. He was still waiting for the report from the forensic team. And he also had to make sure his so-called new father didn't get to know about it. “Sir, the reports are ready from the lab," Amanda said as she peeked into the office. *Okay, I'll be there shortly,” Ashton replied and slammed the box shut. He didn't want to upset her with the sight of blood. But the lab scientists could do that. It was literally their job. "Wait,” Ashton said as she was about to step out. Amanda looked back, "Sir, anything I can do for you?” She asked. Ashton nodded. "I was wondering if you could keep this between us.” He said, nodding at the box. “I would love it if no one else knew about this present." She looked uncertain for a minute but then she nodded weakly. "But the lab team knows and they'll ask questions.” Ashton smiled, it was a flat smile. "Don't worry about the lab team, let me take car
Chapter Eighty Four
The Boxed Flesh Ashton couldn't believe his eyes. Verena. The pretty Mallory heiress. He never thought he'd seen her so soon. And eigh Liam? It didn't make any sense. But he couldn't act shocked and so he schooled his expression and simply nodded at them both. Verena smirked at him as she sauntered into the office, arms folded and eyes glinting with mischief. “Hello, pretty boy,” she purred. “Never thought I'd see you again. Are you surprised to see me?” Before Ashton could register her words, Verena planted a soft kiss on Liam’s cheek. “Meet my man, Liam Johnson." Ashton’s mind raced. They were together? Like lovers. When did Liam become such a man? Ashton wondered, his thoughts veering into a painful territory. Just moments ago, Liam had been with Zoe after betraying him and making friends with his crazy ex girlfriend. They were fucking and it irked him. Looking at Liam, Ashton couldn’t help himself, he leaned in closely and whispered just so only Liam could hear him
Chapter Eighty Three
Once Again, An Heir. Ashton awoke to the soft chime of bells echoing from somewhere outside the large window. Golden sunlight poured into the room brightly and he had to squint to adjust to the light. When did he sleep? He'd barely had any sleep since the odd events of the previous night. The thoughts of the crazy girl and the idea of taking over Marvel's legacy. It was all too much. For a second, he forgot what time it was. He looked around his room and all he could see was pure luxury. His fingers sank into the silky sheets as he sat up slowly, a little still heavy from sleep. Across the room, a massive oak wardrobe stood to his right, and his dark suit from yesterday lay draped over a chair near the window. He needed to get ready for his day. He'd had his feelings looking through the house and frankly, he didn't think there was anything else to find. The door was locked and he was sure as hell that the key wasn't just going to lie around somewhere waiting for him to pick
Chapter Eighty Two
The Crazy Girl in the Mansion Marcel had money. That alone was certain. Ashton could only imagine how much he'd spent just to find them. For a second, he couldn't help but wonder if most of the attacks that he was facing were because he was looking for them. He didn't even know what to think. Was he being hunted or sought for? It didn't make sense. It had been hours after the dinner where Marcel poured out his heart. But still, he couldn't sleep. Ashton couldn’t sleep.The moonlight streamed through the wide balcony windows. Indeed, it was a beautiful scenery, romantic even, but his thoughts were too loud. Marcel’s words played on a loop in his mind. Every single word. .He needed air.Throwing on a hoodie, he slipped out of his bed, grabbed a glass of water from the cabinet and walked out of his suite into the long hallway. The mansion was quiet, too quiet, like it was holding its breath. He could still see some men strolling the grounds but they didn't come too close to the
Chapter Eighty One
The Mansion of MemoryThe ride to the mansion was silent.Ashton sat beside Veronica in the backseat of Marcel Green’s sleek black SUV. It was quiet. No one had words to say. Augustine had dropped off at a clinic after saying hello to Ashton and Veronica. But he was clearly still recovering. How has he survived? Ashton needed to speak with him, to ask him questions. It was a long ride and Ashton couldn’t stop glancing at the rearview mirror, watching Marcel, who sat upright in the front seat beside the driver calmly. His words, “I am your real father”, still echoed in Ashton’s skull like a distant, ringing bell. Could it be true? Could everything he had believed about his life be a lie?Veronica didn’t say much, but her fingers never left his sleeve. She held on lightly, like she was anchoring herself. He didn’t mind. He needed it too.Thirty minutes later, the SUV passed a tall iron gate. Beyond it, a private driveway wound between trees trimmed like artwork and golden lights h
Chapter Eighty
Blood LiesHis children? Ashton froze. What was the old man talking about? He looked back at Frederick, some form of answer. But Frederick had turned pale.“Why are you looking so shocked, Freddy?" The man asked, smirking, “seen a ghost?"“You,” Frederick breathed, staggering back a step. “You’re supposed to be dead.”The stranger’s eyes remained on him. “Not dead, your men didn't do a good job,” he showed his teeth. Ashton couldn't breathe. Did Frederick send an assassin on him? He knew his father was dangerous alright. But what was the old man talking about? And why did he look like a hunter back to end Frederick? “I never forgot you, Frederick. Or what you did.” he stated coldly. Ashton blinked, turning to Veronica. “Do you know him?”She shook her head, her hand brushing his arm lightly. She was trembling in confusion and fear. For goodness sake, they were sandwiched between two cars with guns pointed in their face. “Move away from that madman!" Frederick said to Ashton.
Chapter Seventy nine
A Strange Father Rovan was out of the picture now until she reached out to them. Maybe, just maybe breaking off wasn't such a bad idea. They just had to get to a safe place and Ashton knew just one way to do that. He turned to Veronica as they stood by the graffiti-smeared wall of an abandoned subway entrance. “He’s sending someone,” Ashton said, slipping the phone into his jacket pocket. “We wait at the fountain by Eden’s Falls. That’s the extraction point.”Veronica narrowed her eyes. “Father said that?”“Yes. We’ll wait there. He said someone from the estate will recognize me and pick me up.”She folded her arms tightly across her chest. “And you believe that?”“We don’t have a choice.”Veronica’s voice dropped cold. “Ashton, that man wiped our memories. He’s not going to save us, he’s going to erase us all over again.”Ashton looked away, jaw tight. “He’s Frederick Reed. He has more security muscle in this city than the governor himself. If we want a chance to survive, we take
Chapter Seventy seven
A Scorpion's Sting “Run!" Rovan hollered again and most of the patrons rushed out of the cafe. The glasses were raining down and shards flew all around. Ashton saw a little boy standing by the door of the restroom, lost, confused. “Head out to the exit, now!" Rovan instructed him and Veronica but there was no way he was leaving that boy there. At once, he ran after the little boy. Rovan looked at him, confused. What was he doing? Couldn't he see the danger? “Ashton! What are you doing?" She called out but he was already by the doorway of the room and he grabbed the little boy. “I want my mummy!" The boy cried out. “Shhh…you'll find your mummy. First, I want you to tell me your name." His little lips wobbled as he replied, “Zion," and then began to cry. “Good, I need you to show me where your mummy is and I'll take you right to her, okay?" Zion nodded and began looking around. He found his mother standing by the exit of the cafe, panicked, begging everyone to find her son.
Chapter Seventy seven
The ReturnThe island was behind them now, the ocean winds blew against their skin as the trio made their way to the helipad. It wasn't a chase. The doctor had given them the best escape and they were out of the city before their pursuers could catch up. Ashton’s boots thudded against the damp ground as they arrived at the small town. Veronica was just a step behind him, while Rovan lagged slightly, watching behind them with alert eyes. The trees had thinned, giving way to an open field where the chopper awaited, its blades rotating slowly, ready to lift at any time. Michael led them slowly to the base of the chopper. He looked like he was ready to fight but whatever anger was on his face softened the moment he saw Veronica.A rare tenderness he rarely showed as he stepped forward and held her eyes. “Veronica,” he said quietly.She stopped a foot away from him. “You’re not coming?”Michael shook his head. “This is where I stay behind. There’s still clean-up to do in town. Those
