The Unpredicted Ascendance Of Ashton Pearce

A Web of Lies

Ashton paced the length of his living room, the dark light of the evening made out very long shadows against the walls. His mind raced as ge struggled to process the bombshell his informant had just dropped on him.

For the last few weeks, Rebecca had held the upper hand, weaponizing that kid against him, threatening to take away the one thing he had vowed to protect above all else. But now, everything had shifted. The truth, as ugly as it was, lay before him. Kelvin wasn’t even his son.

He grabbed his head as he felt the migraine come down on his oh so heavily. She was sick, Rebecca.

His phone buzzed on the coffee table, and without hesitation, he grabbed it, his thumb hovered frantically over Thomas Gomez's contact.

Ashton’s mind flashed back to their last conversation—the one where Thomas had warned him about Rebecca’s unpredictability. He was right, more than Ashton wanted to admit.

Taking a deep breath, Ashton hit the call button. It rang twice before Thomas answered.

“Gomez,”