Ashley's POV:My eyes open with a sharp pain in my waist, like I have somehow landed on the cold hard ground after falling from the soft cushions of clouds.And within a few seconds, I realize that my thoughts are not completely false; moments ago, I had really landed on the rough ground from the soft bed, sending a jolt of pain up my back and jerking me awake. But the question plaguing me isn't just how it happened… there is yet another clause attached to it- why? And just like the other surprises– or say, shocks– going on in my life one after another, I don't have to wait for the revelation of this one either. Because the moment I touched my waist and let out a squeal because of pain, I heard a slightly sleepy yet deep and clear voice coming from above.“Miss Waverly, who told you that after we are done with our business… you are allowed to stay here at night, with me? Wasn't I clear enough on my terms that I don't like to see the person I have spent the night with, in front of m
Ashley's POV:Only after I sit in the taxi, do my panting breaths finally find a reprieve and my mind starts to function normally again. And it is then that I realize that the person whom I just saw was probably the same butler named Peter, whom Ethan was searching for yesterday, shouting his name all over the house.Not just that, but I think Peter was also trying to call out to me in a similar fashion, that is, while screaming something at the top of his lungs. I try to remember what he was saying, but now, everything is blurry… his words, his face… the seat on which I am sitting, the driver who is driving the car; making me realize that there are tears in my eyes.But why am I crying? Just because my life's in hell now, or because this is my very personal hell, which I have selected by myself?I pay the driver and step inside the completely lonely house, which once used to be my safe and happy place… Nobody who has ever met me or seen me with my parents could have ever imagined t
Ashley's POV: Aunt Claire’s commotion has gathered the attention of my other relatives, and the one standing right in front of me is Mrs. Iris Waverly. My dad's mother and my grandmother; although she has never done anything to show me the affection and familiarity associated with that title. Despite her short stature, grandmother still manages to overshadow everyone else with her commanding presence. Her back may be stooped due to her age, but she believes in holding her head high enough where she is looking down upon the mortals. This is the posture of dignity she has clung to stubbornly over the years. However, there is something different about her today… I can’t help but notice that her eyes, usually so sharp and unforgiving, seem clouded, and her gaze is distant. Maybe… somewhere deep, deep down, under the mask of this woman who has always pretended to have it all together, there is a mother mourning the untimely loss of her son? Yes, she might have been unkind to me in
Ashley's POV : “Grandma, it is not fair… you are telling me to drop the rights to something that solely belongs to me-” I say this, in spite of knowing that I'm just trying to make the impossible possible. As far as I know my grandmother, she has always been a gatekeeper of the patriarchy; seemingly unaware of the fact that as a woman, she, too, is affected by it. “You brat! You really think that you have the authority to tell me what you own and what not? My words are not mere words, but they are my verdict, which no one in this family can change, or even challenge!” This time, I can see that she is spitting out every word after chewing it completely, making her red face turn crimson. I know that if I argue with her now, it is only going to fuel her anger to greater heights. But now, I don't care; one day, maybe she will realize that I was right. Perhaps, she will understand me one day, when she realizes that I'm doing everything for my parents’ sake. After all, we are famil
Ashley's POV: I have never been an aggressive person, nor could I have ever imagined myself shouting at someone, or refusing anyone after they have asked me for something, so many times.I mean, I could have given them my own kidney without a single question, or even before letting them ask for it… but this is not about giving away something that solely belongs to me.This company, everything related to it belongs to my parents, and their wish to keep this company running on their practices and principles. Then how can I just keep quiet and let it be ruined in front of my eyes, at the hands of someone whom I know is good for nothing? I decide to try one last time, thinking that they are just supporting Liam because they think he is capable. They are not familiar with his reality, and if only I can make them believe in my credibility, they might trust me too and understand me… probably then, the beliefs held by my grandma will change.Clearing my throat and swallowing the lump that h
Ethan's POV: Everything had just started to fall in place slowly, and somehow, this is exactly when she appeared in my life. I'm not afraid to accept that her presence is slowly turning me into a monster that I have never been, but who has asked her to walk in front of me with the face I used to love the most… or I still do? But she isn't the same person whom I may be able to forgive for what she has done, just because I can't see her in pain. On the other hand, she is my perfect revenge plan… by hurting her, I am able to satisfy the fire burning in my heart and guts since the betrayal. But all of this isn't even the worst of it. The worst fact is, I am not feeling the slightest bit guilty after treating her like a garbage bag whose only purpose is for me to dump my trauma revenge on her. In fact, every time I see the lines of pain appearing on her face because of me, it somehow indulges me in some kind of weird satisfaction… I start to crave more of it. This is why, it is
Ashley's POV:“Ashley! Are you okay? Tell me, what happened? She didn't hurt you anywhere else, did she?” I can now identify the voice that is knocking against my eardrums, trying to make sure if I was okay or not… and I can now finally identify the face and the person who is now standing in front of me as my shield, protecting me from everyone and everything… Ethan. Ethan Johnson.But the next moment, it clicks that something is off. How is he here in the first place? I haven't even mentioned anything regarding my parents' memorial in his presence; then telling him anything specifically or inviting him here is a totally different matter. “Mr. Johnson! What a lovely surprise, I never expected that you would really come here.”I hear Liam's voice echo from somewhere behind me, before I can reply to him or say anything at all. I am still lost, everything still seems hazy, and my mind is lagging while trying to decipher what just happened to me.Somehow I'm stuck in a limbo, unable to
Ashley's POV: I don't remember anything about how I walked out of the venue, I don't know if there was any expression printed on the faces of my family members… I don't know if they objected to our departure, or not. All I know is, I have almost been led by Ethan towards his car; and when I still struggle to climb into the high seat of Ethan's SUV, even after three attempts, he simply lifts me in his arms and makes me sit on the passenger seat. He fastens the seatbelt himself, and before I know it, he is sitting behind the wheel and has ignited the engine with a rumble. But all I can feel is the rumbling in my guts, that is making me bawl my eyes out with the thought that after the death of my parents, everyone has suddenly turned their back on me… Everyone who used to show their loving and caring nature for the last twenty one years, has turned out to be a monster in disguise, waiting for me to be left alone. My tears don't take a break throughout the time that Ethan is dri