The road ahead felt dark and lonely even though the sun was still up and shining. Ashton made his way through several people that occupied the road with rage burning inside of him.At first, it was anger, then it soon developed into self hatred. But after a while, it dissolved into emptiness. He felt like an empty vessel as he walked down the road with his hands buried into the depth of his pocket.The sky was a beautiful light blue with white smokish clouds floating about and the way everything came together to make a beautiful picture, including the birds that flew around in the farthest part of the sky making them look like little floating objects, it could make a sad person feel better just by looking at it.But Ashton didn't even see the specialty in it at the moment, what he felt was the sun beating down on him heavily-- even though it wasn't that heavy-- and a bunch of birds flying about aimlessly in the cloud that hurt his eyes a little when he tried to look at it. He had ne
Matson relaxed into his chair while sipping on a cup of herbal green tea. Hot and fresh from the kettle. He leaned forward and dropped his cup down on the small stool-like table that sat in front of him as he heard a knock on his door. "Come in." He responded to the knock.Rio pushed the door open and walked into the room with a few others that were present at the scene of the fight. Some of them had bandages on their head, some their hands, but all of them had a bandage on one part of or the other of their body. Matson arched his brow as he saw them file in and formed a straight horizontal line with their heads bowed down.Rio's was the only one that was up after he gave the man a deep bow in respect. "So…?" Matson's brow twitched as he asked."That man, he goes by the name Ashton Pearce and he happened to be the ex husband of Ms. Knowles. They only got a divorce a few days ago so I am guessing he still has feelings for her and he fought to protect her." Rio explained to the man w
Rebecca's eyes watered as she stared at her mother. When did it ever get to this? Getting hit by her own mother?Theron's jaw dropped and he couldn't close his mouth. He had never witnessed it before. Their mother treated both of them like she did the most expensive jewelry in her jewel room. Never to let anyone touch them and given only a short period of time to admire them from the fear that your gaze alone could wash away the beauty. She would never let anyone lay their hands on them and talk less of her doing it herself. Myles couldn't speak either, he just stood where he was and watched the scene unfold in front of his eyes. Diana knew she had over stepped just now but the deed had already been done and she couldn't take it back nor apologize for it. She let out a soft moan while rubbing her temples. “Oh dear… can you see how stressed I am? You talking about him all the time just keeps getting on my nerves and I couldn't just take it anymore. I–”Rebecca silently turned away
Mai Lee managed to clear her head of every funny thought she was having and they continued their lesson by the water shore. After training for quite some time, she felt drained of her strength and finally sat herself down on the sand to catch her breath. She had brought along plastic bottles of water for them to drink whenever they felt tired or thirty and she picked up one out of the two she had brought and snapped the cover open.“So tell me, what were you able to find out?” Ashton asked while he undid the cap of his own bottle. After drinking to her satisfaction, she put the lid back on the bottle and placed it down into the sand before bringing herself to speak after a soft sigh. “I did a lot of relentless findings on the name Cara Lewis and apparently there aren't so many living in the city for some reason. There are actually seventeen Cara Lewis residing within the boundaries of our city.” She explained to him.Ashton's gaze was on the bottle of water he placed on the sand i
Rebecca felt dumbfounded. If there was a feeling more greater than shock,that was what she was feeling at the moment.“What?” The look on her face was even more confusing than a puzzle of many pieces. She felt that even if Ashton was no more than someone she was sleeping with for fun, she thought that the lady would at least care about him enough to act on what she had just told her. How could Elizabeth just plainly refuse to help him like that? Did he not mean anything to her at all? She couldn't utter another word before Elizabeth hung up the phone. “What did she say? I'm probably sure that she told you not to worry about him. Now can we just worry about ourselves?” Diana asked her daughter without taking any time to read the expression on her face. She turned towards her mother with an expression that resembled that of someone who had just seen a ghost. “Mom?” She said distortedly. “Yes?” Diana finally turned to look at her daughter's face. She didn't quite understand why sh
Rebecca left the hospital and drove herself down to the Brynn villa while her nerves were on edge. She couldn't even think of what she should be expecting once she arrived there. How would they treat her? Would they kill her at once? Would they even care to listen to her plea?All those questions ran through her mind as she tried to stay focused on the road before she let herself get buried even before she died. She shook her head intermittently in an attempt to shake away the thoughts that drowned her senses. Before she even realized it, she was already at the gate of the mighty villa and beads of sweat glistened on her forehead as she gulped down heavily on her saliva. Two men who seemed to have been waiting for her arrival walked towards her car. One of them pulled the door open for her to step down and she immediately did so.He was dressed in a black suit and a white collar shirt on the inside with a black tie hanging tightly around his neck. The manner in which the other ma
Rebecca stood still while trying to remain calm in the presence of both tall standing men.Jason was fine and on his feet. For a second she had been worried that he was dead or probably paralyzed.Seeing that the man was standing fine, she let out a soft sigh.“Mr Brynn, I sincerely apologize for the unfortunate incident that happened to your son earlier today and I've come to beg for your forgiveness in person.”Matson rolled his eyes as he heard the words that left her mouth. He had told her before that it wasn't in the blood of s Brynn to forgive people when they overstepped yet she still confidently repeated the words.She didn't mind the look of disinterest on his face and still continued speaking. “I know it was wrong to beg you on the phone, I knew there was something wrong with that method but I've come to beg for your forgiveness in person.” She explained to him.“What nonsense are you
Matson stared at her with anticipation while waiting for her to stop glaring at him and speak up her mind on his bargain.His wish finally came through but it wasn't words he found pleasing to his ears at all.“Mr Brynn, I am willing to pay you millions if you wish, I can give you any amount you want, I'll hustle for it. But this, I cannot give you this. I cannot give myself to your family.“I will not live as his second wife for the rest of my life, I will not foolishly lay down my own life!” She firmly stated to him.Her fists were clenched into a ball of rage as she stared at him and she would punch him so hard in the face if only she was a skilled fighter.Matson still remained calm and kept his cool. “No one is asking
The night was thick and the wind blew incessantly as Rebecca Knowles sat alone in her dark study. Her fingers drummed anxiously and noisily against the glass table as she mulled and thought over and over about the events of the past few weeks. She had played her hand well, or so she had thought. Manipulating Ashton and blackmailing him with Kelvin was one of her best plans in her grand scheme—everything had gone exactly as she planned. She let out a laughter at the thought. Soon and no one would hear anymore about the man, Ashton Pearce. He would be long gone, and so would his legacy. She was going to make sure of it. But right now, there was this unusual feeling of unease that was beginning to creep in. Things weren’t adding up. No doubt, Ashton had been far too calm lately, and she could feel something shifting beneath the surface, something she hadn’t accounted for. She hoped that it wasn't exactly what it was that she was thinking. As far as she knew, Ashton had asked to see Ke
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,”
Ashton had barely left the bar when his phone rang again. This time, it wasn’t Marco or Elizabeth—it was someone unexpected. He glanced at the screen and saw the name. A cold chill washed over him as he hesitated for a moment before answering.“Pearce,” the voice on the other end growled, low and menacing. It was Gregory, one of Rebecca’s most trusted associates and a man who had never hidden his disdain for Ashton. “We need to talk. Now.”Ashton’s hand tightened around his phone. “What do you want, Gregory?” he asked. “There’s no time for games. Meet me at the old pier in thirty minutes. Don’t be late.” The line went dead before Ashton could reply.A sense of unease settled over him. What could Gregory possibly want? He had never approached Ashton directly before, and the suddenness of the call reeked of desperation. Ashton wasn’t a fool—he knew he was walking into something dangerous. But if Gregory had information or was willing to talk, it was worth the risk.He texted Elizabeth
Ashton’s thoughts raced as he walked alongside Elizabeth, their footsteps echoed down the dimly lit streets. The weight of Rebecca’s threats still hung heavily in the air, but Elizabeth’s revelation about the mysterious meeting had lit a fire within him. He needed answers—and fast. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and when he saw the name on the screen, a flicker of hope stirred within him.It was his contact, the spy he had placed to gather intel on Rebecca."Ashton," the voice on the other end was low, cautious. "I’ve got something big. Meet me at the usual spot in an hour. You need to hear this in person." He said to him. Ashton nodded, though the man couldn’t see him. "I’ll be there." He said. Elizabeth looked at him questioningly, and Ashton explained, “It’s my guy. He has something—something important. This might be the break we need.” he said to her. Elizabeth nodded, her expression unreadable but supportive. "I’ll come with you." She said. They headed to the meeting plac
Ashton stood under the shower, the steam enveloped him like a shroud. The water cascaded down his body and it washed away the remnants of the earlier confrontation with Rebecca, but he knew the bitterness of her words lingered in his mind like a stain that wouldn't come out. He could hear her mocking laughter echoing in the recesses of his thoughts, taunting him with the possibility of losing everything he held dear, including his son and his job.His phone buzzed incessantly on the counter, jolting him from his thoughts. Elizabeth's name flashed on the screen, and he immediately felt a feeling of urgency mixed with dread. He had kept her in the dark about the fallout with Rebecca, not wanting to drag her into the chaos. But as he turned off the water and toweled himself off, he knew he couldn't hide from her forever.After pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, he picked up the phone and answered. “Hey, Liz." He said. “Ashton,” Elizabeth’s voice came through, steady a
Ashton leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking beneath him as he stared at the glowing screen of his phone. The fury that had once consumed him now simmered beneath a surface of determination. Rebecca had made her move, but he was ready to play the game on his own terms. He had to find a way to outsmart her—find a way to reclaim not just his son, but his entire life.He opened his contact list, scrolling through names until he landed on the one that stood out. A name he hadn’t thought he’d have to rely on again: Myles Jameson. They hadn’t spoken since their falling out over the rumors, but desperate times called for desperate measures.With a deep breath, he dialed Myles’ number, his heart racing as the line rang. He had no idea how Myles would react after everything that had happened, but he couldn’t let fear hold him back.The call connected, and after a few rings, Myles’ voice broke through. “Ashton? Is that you?” Myles asked. “Yeah, it’s me,” Ashton replied, trying to kee
Ashton Pearce paced back and forth in his apartment, his phone was clutched tightly in his hand as he paced. The walls felt like they were closing in on him, like they were going to suffocate him as the weight of his situation bore down on him. His career, his reputation—everything he had worked so hard for—was now on the line, and he knew exactly who was behind it. Rebecca.Why was she being this way ?Why did she had to be so cruel and evil to him?The sound of his phone dialing Rebecca’s number sent a jolt of fury through him. He'd had enough of her games. After about three rings, the line finally clicked open and her cool, composed voice greeted him.“Ashton,” Rebecca said, her tone was smooth. It was laced with a venomous sweetness that made his blood boil. “What a surprise.” She purred into the phone. “Cut the crap, Rebecca,” Ashton snapped at her, he was unable to keep the anger from his voice. “I want to see my son. Where’s Kelvin?” he demanded. Since she claimed he was h
Rebecca’s mind still buzzed endlessly with how intense and the discussions of her meeting she had with Miguel as the car cruised through the darkened city streets. She glanced out of the window, and watched the blurred lights as they passed, but her thoughts has already spinned ahead, she anticipated her next move. Miguel was a snake, she knew that much, but for now, he was her snake—one she could use to finally dismantle the Cooper empire alongside Ashton Pearce and claim her victory.But as much as she felt in control, there was a gnawing voice in the back of her mind. Was she truly prepared for what working with Miguel would entail? She knew that she wasn’t naive. Miguel played by his own rules, and while he may have agreed to their alliance, she knew trust was a fragile thing in their world. Still, the adrenaline that coarsed through her vein was undeniable. The rush of power, the thrill of knowing she was about to topple giants—it was almost addictive. Myles wouldn’t underst
Rebecca stepped out of the sleek black car, the hum of the city faded as she stood before the entrance to Miguel’s exclusive club, the same one she had been to with Myles but tonight, let's just say she was doing things in her own terms and by that, going with Myles was too much crowd. The neon lights flickered above the doorway, it illuminated an eerie glow on the street. Tonight was different—tonight, she had come alone.Myles had no idea about her plan, and she oh so discreetly intended to keep it that way. This was her decision, her strategy to forge a new alliance and take control of the situation. Myles could be too cautious, too predictable. But Rebecca knew that if they were going to bring down the Coopers, they needed someone ruthless, someone like Miguel.Not that she hadn't slandered him behind his back, but he mustn't know about that. She was dressed to kill, she wore a dark emerald dress that hugged her frame, it exuded power and confidence. Her heels clicked against the