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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
The Rise of Ashton 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
The Rise of Ashton Chapter Eighty Five
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
The Rise of Ashton Chapter Eighty Six
Brothers of Ash and IronAshton froze in the doorway of his office, his heart skipping a beat as he came face to face with someone he hadn’t expected to see again, Augustine.Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit with a Titanium Incorporated pin clipped to his lapel, Augustine stood at Ashton’s desk, fingers grazing the edge like he owned the place. The smug curve of his lips told Ashton he’d been waiting for him. He wanted him to see him there. He wanted to taunt him. “What the hell are you doing here?” Ashton demanded, he was already shaking with irritation. “How did you even get in here?”Augustine turned to face him, his eyes glinting with something between mockery and menace. “Did you really think you could just walk into Marcel’s world, become one of the Greens, forget everything else and then the Reed family would still need you?”Ashton’s fists clenched. “You’re one to talk,” he snapped. “You’re still clinging to Frederick like a leech. You’re nothing but a fucking cow
The Rise of Ashton Chapter Eighty Seven
The Mad GirlThe red letters glared back at Ashton from the mirror.DIE.A single word. But it was direct. Cruel. Enough to send chills down his skin. Written in thick streaks that looked too dark to be paint. Ashton froze where he stood, one hand still hovering near the sink. The steam from the warm shower filled the bathroom and he could almost hear his own heart thundering in his ears."What the hell..." he whispered in awe. A sickening wave of unease swept over him. He stumbled back a little, the tile cold under his bare feet, eyes still locked on the message. Then, adrenaline kicked in. Was someone in his room? Who's broken in? Was this a threat? He spun around and ran out of the bathroom and across the bedroom, nearly slipping on the hardwood floor in his haste. His hand clutched the doorknob to his suite, ready to throw it open and call for security but then he paused.No.A memory surfaced and that made him wait. He could vividly remember the finger that had been mail
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Chapter Eighty Nine
The Madness of Celeste MonroeAshton’s mouth hung open at the sight of her. “Well, well,” she said, slowly rising to her feet. “Hello, stranger. Are you shocked to see me?”Ashton adjusted his suit and offered her a professional smile. “Hello, Miss Monroe. I look forward to a productive meeting.”He gestured toward the chair opposite hers and calmly sat, Amanda hovered closely by his side. No doubt she thought he couldn't handle Celeste's craziness and she'd need to butt in and help at any moment. Amanda opened a folder and began distributing documents to the boardroom table. But Celeste had no interest in the meeting. Her eyes gleamed with mischief and contempt. Almost like she was here to fight rather than settle a business deal. She leaned forward and snapped, “What are you doing here? Last I checked, Frederick Reed kicked you out of his family. You’re no longer in charge of Titanium Incorporated. You’re nothing.”Ashton’s jaw tightened. He was right. She was still trouble.
Chapter Eighty Eight
Who Called Them Crazy Girlies?! “Let her go!” Ashton’s voice sliced through the house fiercely. If he had to repeat himself then he was going to make sure they bloody well heard him! The guards paused, startled. One of them had a gash across his cheek, clearly from an earlier scuffle. The other grunted and kept pulling.Ashton stormed toward them. “I said let her go!”“But, sir," the taller one argued, not taking his hands off the girl. Ashton glowered at him and he swallowed nervously. “Sir,” one of the guards said, stiffening. “This girl, she’s dangerous. Master Marcel said she was to be taken back to the cell. She got violent again.”“Violent?” Ashton’s eyes darted to the girl’s face. Tears were still rolling down her cheeks and her eyes looked swollen. Her lower lip was split. She looked no older than nineteen. “Anyone who touches her again will have to go through me.”The guards exchanged a look, hesitating.Ashton knelt by the girl. She was trembling, eyes wide with disbel
Chapter Eighty Seven
The Mad GirlThe red letters glared back at Ashton from the mirror.DIE.A single word. But it was direct. Cruel. Enough to send chills down his skin. Written in thick streaks that looked too dark to be paint. Ashton froze where he stood, one hand still hovering near the sink. The steam from the warm shower filled the bathroom and he could almost hear his own heart thundering in his ears."What the hell..." he whispered in awe. A sickening wave of unease swept over him. He stumbled back a little, the tile cold under his bare feet, eyes still locked on the message. Then, adrenaline kicked in. Was someone in his room? Who's broken in? Was this a threat? He spun around and ran out of the bathroom and across the bedroom, nearly slipping on the hardwood floor in his haste. His hand clutched the doorknob to his suite, ready to throw it open and call for security but then he paused.No.A memory surfaced and that made him wait. He could vividly remember the finger that had been mail
Chapter Eighty Six
Brothers of Ash and IronAshton froze in the doorway of his office, his heart skipping a beat as he came face to face with someone he hadn’t expected to see again, Augustine.Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit with a Titanium Incorporated pin clipped to his lapel, Augustine stood at Ashton’s desk, fingers grazing the edge like he owned the place. The smug curve of his lips told Ashton he’d been waiting for him. He wanted him to see him there. He wanted to taunt him. “What the hell are you doing here?” Ashton demanded, he was already shaking with irritation. “How did you even get in here?”Augustine turned to face him, his eyes glinting with something between mockery and menace. “Did you really think you could just walk into Marcel’s world, become one of the Greens, forget everything else and then the Reed family would still need you?”Ashton’s fists clenched. “You’re one to talk,” he snapped. “You’re still clinging to Frederick like a leech. You’re nothing but a fucking cow
Chapter Eighty Five
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
