The Unpredicted Ascendance Of Ashton Pearce

Fractured Faces

Rebecca drove home in the dead of the night, the glow of the streetlights flashed across her face while she drove. Her mind was still churned with thoughts of her confrontation with Ashton. The memory of his shocked expression, the disbelief in his eyes—it fueled her. She laughed out loud, it was in despair though. Ashton Pearce had built an empire, moved on from her, and was about to live his perfect life with Elizabeth, but now she had the power to destroy it all. Yesss. And it was such a satisfaction seeing him that flustered.

Her knuckles whitened as she gripped the steering wheel tighter, her breath came out in short, controlled bursts. She was almost smiling as she pulled into the long driveway of her family’s estate, the heavy iron gates creaking as they shut behind her.

The Knowles mansion stood imposing against the night sky. She stepped out of the car and her heels clicked against the stone path much like they had when she walked toward Ashton. It was a sound that felt comf