Novels by pinkaureliaxz

Julian’s POV:“You must be joking, mother.” I chuckled sardonically. She definitely had to be joking. I thought we were gone past the bullshit matchmaking game she enjoyed playing. She had set me up with yet another girl? When was she going to give up and understand that I was never going to get married to any of those girls she picked out for me. “I’m not son, and the sooner you understand that I’m being very serious about this, the better for you and that girl, Marilynn.” “It’s Ashlynn, mother. You should also know that I’m being serious about marrying her. And the sooner you understand that I’m fucking serious about her, the better for you and whatever girl you’ve arranged for me.” And with that, I stormed out of the living room despite her calls for me to come back and her speech on how a child should be respectful and not walk out on their parents. I slammed by bedroom door shut and that was the sharp cut that faded my mother’s angered voice. I let out a pent up frust

Ashlynn’s POV: I had to take a moment to digest the absurdity of what Julian had just spat at my face. Remind me again, what sort of obnoxious jerk did I get myself involved with? “You really want me to sleep on the couch?” I questioned, the annoyance in my tone was vivid and profound. “I believe I didn’t stutter, Ashlynn. And I like repeating myself.” Julian’s stance was unwavering and it infuriated me the more. I shot him a death glare, “I hate you.” He shrugged unprovoked. I sighed, realizing once again that there was no winning against Julian Kings. I got off the bed murmuring profanities at him and made my way to the couch, taking one of the smaller blankets and a pillow alongside. I scrunched my face in disgust as I laid on the unpalatable material I was being forced to sleep on. It was very comfortable for a couch, but as a bed? Not so much. “Good.” Julian commented and I flipped my middle finger at him. He huffed, switching off the lights and the room

Ashlynn’s POV: This little girl lept into Julian’s arms and he caught her, twirling her around with a broad smile on his face as she giggled. “I’ve missed you too, Hazel.” Julian spoke, kissing her cheek and then set her down and she latched unto his hand. I was resisting the urge to smack Julian’s head, then ask him a million and one questions about his daughter, especially the fact that he hadn’t told me about her. I tried to mask my surprise and shock, hoping that none of those emotions had crept to my face because his family would be suspicious that he hadn’t told his dearest, darling fiancée that he had a daughter. A scowl took over Hazel’s face as she noticed my presence, “Who is she?” She pointed at me. “Another one of your dad’s concubines, sweetie.” That was Mrs. Kings answering before Julian could even speak. “Come let’s get you ready for bed.” She added, glared at me wickedly and then came over to get Hazel. As her grandmother led her away,

Ashlynn’s POV: I had read about Julian Kings during my free rime at the hotel and I saw how much of a bloody casanova this guy was. The blogs, tabloids, media pages and his whole search results feed was full of headlines of how he had affairs with some of the most prolific ladies in the entertainment industry and had so many other conquests apart from that. Being that I grew up in the United Kingdom, I didn’t really know how much of a fucking playboy Julian Kings was and now, I’m no longer associating myself with such energy. I took the elevator down to the gala hall and was about making my way towards the exit, angrily stumping and carried away with my angered thoughts and because of that, I didn’t even know when I had stumbled into someone. “I’m so sorry.” I immediately voiced an apology and the person immediately turned around, it was none other than Sydney, Julian’s sister and I had just spilled her wine on her beautiful emerald green dress. Just great. “I’m

Ashlynn’s POV: The moment Julian’s lips parted mine in a kiss, it felt like a wave of electricity surged through my veins and rejuvenated my being and I felt every of my cells come alive with a new light. I found myself kissing back with the same fervour and intensity his lips pressed on mine, and god did it feel so good. Jesus, I was so unbelievable. This was a man I was supposed to be angry at for ditching me at this gala, yet instead of pushing him away, I did the most pathetic thing by moaning, thereby granting him the access and pathway to slide his tongue into my mouth. And it was when I felt the foreign element in my mouth that realization slapped me right across the damn face and my eyes widened, as I pulled away from him. I could still feel the current throbbing in my lips from the endearing kiss and I resisted the urge to touch them, that would only fuel his already massive and highly inflated ego. I could also still taste him in my mouth; he tasted so good and

Ashlynn’s POV: What in the name of—Someone else knew my secret? My Lord! When does it end?My phone began to tremble in my hands as I stared at the message plastered on my screen, trying to process all the feelings those nine emotion–taunting words stirred up in me. I wanted to hurl my phone across the bathroom and watch it shatter against the doors of one of the stalls but that wouldn’t solve the grievous matter at hand, and for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to look away from the text just yet. So many questions ran through my mind, the winning set of troubled inquiries were;‘Who is this person?’ ‘Where is this person?’ ‘And how does this person know my secret?’I made sure to dispose of everyone who had gotten a hold of anything incriminating that would expose me. So how come this person knows my secret… and is alive? A wave of fear ravaged my being, and I began to sweat profusely. My hands were still trembling, my knees were buckled and it felt like they woul