It had already been one heck of a long day for Ashton. He had spent the rest of the afternoon avoiding the onslaught of messages, calls, and the constant buzzing of his phone as the fallout from Rebecca’s TV interview spread like wildfire. He watched it himself. He wondered how on earth he was ever in love with that woman. She was the devil herself. Every media outlet seemed to have picked up her story, and now, everywhere he looked, it was 'Ashton Pearce, the absent father'. He let out a deep sigh as he clenched his fists tightly while he paced back and forth in his office. The sun was beginning to set in the sky. If had already made long shadows to reflect through the window, and ironically it mirrored the growing feeling of unease within him. His mind raced with conflicting emotions—anger at Rebecca for going public with such lies, guilt for not having seen this coming, and, beneath it all, a nagging doubt about the child she claimed was his.Because up until that moment, he stil
Ashton walked into the faintly lit bar, the weak smell of whiskey and wood smoke continue to permeate the air. It was quite a quiet night at the upscale establishment, and he preferred it that way. Tonight wasn’t about getting lost in the noise—it was about him getting answers. The place was one of their faves, himself and Thomas'. They both would come to the bar to both while away some time or relax and on many occasions attempt to get drunk but failing inevitably because they were too responsible for such shenanigans, try as much as they could. He spotted Thomas as he was seated at a booth near the back, while he nursed a drink in his hand. Thomas raised his glass in acknowledgment as Ashton approached, his face was set in a grim line.“He man,” Thomas greeted as he slid a glass across the table to him. “You look like hell. I take it Rebecca’s interview didn’t exactly do you any favors.” he deduced immediately. Well, no shit.Ashton sank into the booth with a heavy sigh, he tiredl
Rebecca sat in her sleek car, her fingers drummed rhythmically against the steering wheel as she drove. She glanced at the office building of who had now become her one and only long-time confidante, Myles Jameson. She wasn't going to lie, she had been surprised to have received a call from him and that had stirred a glimmer of hope within her chaotic day. Don't get her wrong, she was over the moon with Ashton's recent misfortune and her role in it but she still felt shitty here and there and this day was one of those unlucky days, you know. As she entered his office, she was greeted by Myles' calm yet determined presence. His suit was immaculate, his expression was carefully neutral. He stood up as she walked in and extended a hand which she took."This had better be something good like you said over the phone." She said with an eye roll. “Aww, it's good to see you too, Rebecca,” he greeted her. “Glad you could make it on such short notice.” He added with a smile. Rebecca only smi
The nightly air was quite thick with the scent of city life as Rebecca and Myles arrived at one of Miguel Dominguez’s clubs. The towering building stood like a monument to excess, its flashing neon sign shone brightly and made out an eerie glow over the street. They parked at a short distance away and approached the entrance, Rebecca’s nerves continued to hum beneath her calm exterior.“This is quite the place,” she remarked while she took in the grand façade of the club. She had heard a lot about Miguel's clubs but she had never actually been to one. Judging by the looks of things, she was sure Myles had been to one ......or numerous of them. “I suppose it suits someone like Miguel.” she said. Myles nodded his head. “He’s always been a fan of dramatic settings. Keeps his rivals guessing.” He gave Rebecca a sideways glance. “Ready for this?” he asked her. Well.........Rebecca took a deep breath. “I don’t think I’ll ever be ‘ready,’ but I know what’s at stake. Let’s do this.” She
The next morning, the sun had barely risen to the sky when Rebecca found herself pacing around her office losf in thoughts. It had been a while since she had been there but that day she felt like visiting the place, just for old times sake at least. The once-empty space of her office was now cluttered with so many papers, folders, and charts that detailed the remnants of Knowles Corps—all of her life's work. She hadn't slept all night. How could she anyway? Who would? Miguel Dominguez’s proposal still weighed heavily on her mind and it disturbed her, and the clock was ticking fast.She stood at the window and watched the city stir to life beneath her. It felt like a world that was far away from the dangerous undercurrent in which she,not so unfortunately, was caught in. Her fingers drummed against the glass and the sound somehow merged with the hum of the city. She could still feel Miguel's eyes on her, the way it was calculating, cold, and eager to see her fall into his trap. But th
Rebecca hadn’t slept all night. The offer Miguel Dominguez had laid at her feet was a golden opportunity but also a poisoned chalice. She knew this much. She watched the early morning light as it began to creep through her apartment windows, her thoughts were still in disarray. She definitely know that she was developing a hellover gigantic eye bags.She let out a sigh as she sat on her couch and nursed a cup of cold coffee, her mind kept replaying every word Miguel had said. His promise to help her reclaim Knowles Corps in exchange for taking down the Coopers along with Ashton. She thought it over and was confused. It was going to be out of her control, she knew this much and handing over Ashton meant that the revenge wouldn't be hers anymore. That gnawed at her conscience.But there was no time to dwell on it. Today, she would face a new set of challenges—ones that didn’t involve backroom deals or devilish bargains. She knew she was the devil and she hated that someone else was abou
Rebecca’s pulse raced and her grip on the door tightened. She forced herself to appear calm, despite the turbulence that inadvertently swirled within her. Ashton’s sudden appearance at her door was..... unexpected, but it wasn’t unwelcome—yet. She had spent so much of her life tangled in his orbit that moments like this felt inevitable. Still, his presence tonight, after everything, was somehow unsettling."Ashton," she repeated, her voice was steady as she stepped aside. "What brings you here at this hour?" She asked him. Not that she didn't know that of course. Ashton didn’t move immediately. His eyes, which were shadowed in the dark hallway light, flickered over her, as if he wiegeed every aspect of her existence in that moment. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he stepped inside. His movements were deliberate, slow, as though he was trying to contain something beneath the surface.Rebecca shut the door she had her back pressed against it as she watched him survey the a
Ashton sat across from Thomas in the dark corner of a secluded café, his hands were clasped together as he stared down at the wooden table. The silence between them was becoming more and more resounding, it was being weighed down by the information their spy had just relayed.“You sure about this?” Ashton asked him, his voice was barely above a whisper.Thomas leaned back in his chair, he let out a sigh and nodded. “He’s reliable. Rebecca met with Elizabeth last night, and it wasn’t just a casual chat. Something’s up, Ashton.” He said. Ashton’s heart sank. He had expected something to be off the moment the spy had mentioned the meeting. But hearing it confirmed—hearing that Rebecca had drawn Elizabeth into her web—made his chest tighten with worry. His fiancée, the one person who had always stood by him, was now tangled in Rebecca’s schemes.Shit!“What did they talk about?” Ashton asked, his was voice thick with concern.The spy who was a somewhat wiry man with sharp eyes and a cal