Ashley pov
The time for dinner came quickly. I was in the middle of curling my hair when Ethan called to remind me not to be late.
Today is the day I'm going to meet with the famous Grandpa Greyson. Damn! I could feel my heart beating faster than usual.
“I can do this!” I reassured myself before walking out of the house. The weather seemed a bit cloudy, so I grabbed my umbrella before walking down the street.
Truth be told, I have no cash on me to make it there. That is why I prepared earlier than I was supposed to, so I could trek down there. Luckily for me, the address he sent was just an hour away if I'm to walk with my legs.
Walking down the street, I could see eyes lurking around me and whispers from people talking about how beautiful I look. However, just as I was about to take the next route, I got surrounded by three thugs.
“You are really pretty, do you want to spend a night with me? I will pay you five thousand dollars, what do you say?” One of the thugs with smoke in his mouth asked.
As he took a step forward to me, I flinched and tried to run but he was fast to hold me in place. “Let go of me!” I yelled at the top of my voice but he only tightened his grip around me.
I glanced at my wristwatch and saw the time was just an hour to seven o'clock. Damnit! I haven't even trekked to half a distance and these thugs are making it harder for me.
“What do you want from me?” I asked while struggling my way out of his grip but he pulled me close instead.
“Money! I want my money back!” I heard a voice behind me and it turned out to be Madame Monica. She approached me and gripped hard on my hair.
“Ashely, aren't you ashamed of yourself? You have been owing me for the past six months and whenever I called, you refused to pick up my calls. You have nothing yet, you keep living a fake life by borrowing money to buy expensive clothes to get a man's attention!” she spits on my face before letting go of my hair.
I don't know why but at that moment, I felt the ground should open up and swallow me instead of facing this humiliation. I hate myself right now. I hate myself for asking her to lend me money in the first place.
I could feel fresh tears burning my eyes as she glared hard at me. I feel disgusted with myself. Darn capitalism! Is it a crime to live a luxurious life?
“I don't have any money, so what are you going to do? Kill me? If you want to kill me, just go ahead and do so, you wench!” I uttered with clenched teeth as the tears streamed down my features.
“No, I won't kill you. I don't want to get my hand stained with your dirty blood.” Monica chuckled and turned to the thugs. “Do whatever you want with her since she refuses to pay back my money.”
As soon as she said so, the first thug held me by the hand as he dragged me along with him to a place I had no idea of. “Let me go, you asshole!” I screamed and felt a sting on my cheek.
His slap got me falling on my butt. I could taste blood in my mouth and in no time I realized that I was bleeding from his slap. Still on my butt, I crawled to where Monica stood and held her by the leg.
“Please don't do this to me, huh? You can take my dress. It costs over eight thousand dollars and my shoes too, It's very expensive. Just spare my life please.” I pleaded as I showed her the label on my dress. Her eyes glinted in excitement as I spoke and she nodded in satisfaction.
At last, she took everything except my phone. However, Monica was still nice that she gave me a wretched milk-colored gown to wear.
I couldn't go back home else, I would disappoint Ethan. And even if I did, I will have nothing fancy to wear to his grandfather's villa. My hair was in a messy bun and my face was stained with dry tears.
I wonder how I happened to live a pathetic life. I guess this is why Marcus hates me a lot and never acknowledges me as his relation.
The sound of my ringtone snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked at my phone's screen and saw Ethan's name flashing on it. I couldn't bring myself to answer it, so I declined the call instead.
I was almost there at his grandfather's villa. Even though it didn't work out as we planned, it's better to apologize in person than to say it over the phone.
After a thirty-minute walk, I finally arrived at Grayson's villa. I successfully made it inside the compound and was surprised to see that the dinner was set outside.
Ethan was at the table with two other men, one I suspected to be his grandfather and the other I had no idea of. I could see him staring at his wristwatch from afar. He must have been waiting for me.
Our eyes met soon enough and I could see him staring at me with disgust written all over his face. Not minding what I wore or how I looked, I took more steps forward. However, his sudden yell completely stopped me from moving.
“What are you wearing? What about the clothes I bought for you? Why are you looking so unkept Ashley?” he calmly asked. I could tell that he was trying his possible best not to explode.
“Something happened and I...” I tried to explain even though I was only a percent sure that it would work. I simply wanted to just give it a shot and maybe he could understand me.
“What is wrong with you?!” Ethan's scream glued my mouth shut. “Are you a fool? Didn't I tell you how important this dinner is to me? Didn't I tell you not to mess it up?”
That was it. He was really angry at me and all I could see in his eyes was hatred and disappointment. Just then the old man who was seated at the far end stood up and left without saying a word.
Ethan tried to run after his grandfather but the word from the other man stopped him from doing so.
“I am very disappointed in you Ethan and I'm sure Grandpa is way more disappointed than I am.” he stood up and also turned to leave but turned to us again. “By the way, your girlfriend is very beautiful in that rag.” a chuckle escaped from him before he finally walked away too.
“I'm sorry for everything.” I bowed my head in shame as I felt too ashamed to look at him in the face.
“Get out and don't ever appear in front of me, ever again!” Ethan calmly said before walking into the villa. His words felt like needles pricking my skin.
As soon as he left, the weather also decided to punish me. I took the route to Ryan's house as the rain poured heavily on me. I could feel my knees going weak as I hurried to walk to his house.
The rain finally stopped after I arrived at his house. I rang the doorbell and the door opened immediately, revealing Ryan in a short sweatshirt.
“Ashely?” he called surprised and held me by the shoulder. His gaze landed on my injured lip, then my bare foot, and finally my completely drenched body.
“What happened to you? Are you alright?” His questions made me cry so hard. I could say anything but only wrapped my hands around him.
Ryan didn't push me away but patted me on the hair instead as he whispered soothingly, “Stop crying, pretty girls don't cry. Everything will be alright.”
"Where are you coming from? And what happened to you?" Ryan asked with a concerned look on his face. I couldn't help but smile at his worried face. "The place isn't important. I guess I just needed to let out some tears, so don't mind me," I replied casually, attempting to downplay the situation. Shifting the subject to lighten the mood, I continued, "Anyway, what do you have in the house? I'm famished." Ryan chuckled dryly, most likely aware of his bachelor lifestyle. "You know I'm a bachelor, right? I don't have any food in the house. Let's order some food instead. What would you like to eat?" Taking a moment to consider my options, I replied, "Fried chicken and chips." Without skipping a beat, Ryan pulled out his phone to place the order."Wait!" I exclaimed, blinking my eyes like a baby, trying to capture Ryan's attention. "What did you want again?" he asked, slightly infuriate. "Can I get some Chinese dishes?" I requested, hoping to change up our food selection. Ryan scoffed
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ASHLEY P.O.V"I don't have anything with me apart from my ID," I replied, attempting to sound bold. But despite my best efforts, my voice betrayed me, coming out shaky instead. As I filled out the loan application, my hands trembled, making it difficult to write my name with confidence. Deep down, I knew my financial history was far from ideal, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of fear that the secretary would reject me outright. However, I couldn't afford to give up hope just yet. There had to be a chance, especially since I no longer owed them any money. Ethan had promised to clear my debt if I came to dinner with him, and I had faith that he, being a wealthy man, would uphold his word. It had been over a week since we last met, and I hadn't received a call from his darn company. That could only mean one thing: my name had been successfully cleared from their list of unreliable debtors. With a nervous yet determined expression, I stretched out the completed application towards the
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Ethan povI arrived at the penthouse pretty much earlier than I had anticipated. Not the least bothered about parking my car in the right way even though I knew it was against the rule, I quickly alighted from my bugatti veyron and made my way inside the penthouse.I was too angry to do anything right, way too angry! I can not believe that my grandfather would have made such a hasty decision regarding the company without me at that!I arrived at the secretary's desk and asked for my grandfather but she said to make an appointment and come back later. I understood her statement because she couldn't recognize me.Early this morning, I woke up with two pimples on my face. One at my forehead and the other one close to my lips. Because of that, I had to wear a nose mask and a baseball cap.Flustered enough, I swiftly removed the nose mask from my face and she froze immediately. Although she was trying to act strong, I could see the fear in her eyes.“Mr chairman...” she stuttered as her bo
Ashley pov“Marry me!” he said in a commanding tone and I scoffed within. What the hell was wrong with him? And who does he think he is?Although he looks classy, that doesn't give him the right to stop a lady and ask her to marry him right away. It doesn't make any sense in every sense but he seems not to understand that.“Sir, I think you must be drunk, so I will let it lie and forgive you,” I said nonchalantly and tried to walk out on him, nonetheless, his next words stopped me on my track.“Do you know who I am?” He asked gently as he fixed his gaze on mine, once again. I look into his eyes, not sure how I'll get used to the intensity behind his stare, and shake my head.“No...not at all but I'm well aware that you must be drunk,” I say and see a smirk displayed on his face. This man terrified and intrigued me for just a few seconds, and it was already making my head spin.“From what I have heard, you seem to be owing my company a lot of money. And in case you don't know, I'm not
Ethan PovThe atmosphere in the dining room was getting more and more suffocating as we ate. Early this morning, Mr. Greyson, my grandfather, invited me for breakfast alongside my uncle, Jonathan.I couldn't eat anything but found myself stabbing the steak in my plate while glaring hard at Jonathan. Oh sweet lord, how much I wish he was the one on my plate other than the steak.Grandpa knew too well that Jonathan and I never got along, so why did he have to call us both over? Was he trying to play some sort of game? Or did he call to announce the company being handed over to Jonathan?I was way too curious that I simply stared at my grandfather as he ate hastily. Just then Jonathan cleaned his mouth with a wipe and I knew he was about to say something.“The meal is so delicious father, it reminds me of the old days when Ethan's parents were still alive,” he said with a smile, and my grandfather who was in the middle of twirling a few strands of spaghetti into a ball halted and wiped h
Ethan opened his eyes, his surroundings unfamiliar. It soon became clear that he was in a hospital room. Frustration welled up within him as he realized that he despised being surrounded by crowds, a fact that Andrew seemed to know all too well and still forced him to go to the club with him . "You're awake," Andrew said with a smile before rushing out to call the doctor. Minutes later, the doctor arrived and conducted some tests on Ethan's body. "You're in good health now, but it seems you need to address your fear of crowds with a therapist," the doctor stated. Ethan, however, promptly stood up from the bed. "Thanks, but I don't require therapy," he replied curtly. The doctor tried to assert his authority, cautioning Ethan to rest for a while longer. Unperturbed, Ethan retorted, "You can't dictate what I should do," and proceeded to walk out of the hospital, determined to assert his independence. "He never listens," the doctor muttered under his breath. Just then, Ethan's phone
Ethan P.O.V: I heard a voice call out to me, and I turned my head to see the woman from earlier chasing after me. Confusion washed over me as I wondered why she still wanted to talk. Hadn't we settled everything? She approached me, her tone filled with a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. "Excuse me, sir," she began, her words trailing off slightly as if searching for the right way to continue. I looked closely at her, struggling to place where I might know her from. "No, have we met before?" I asked, hoping for some clue that would jog my memory. I couldn't recall ever seeing her face, but maybe I was mistaken. She shook her head, denying any previous encounter. Briefly, she explained, "It's just that I am a good customer of this company." I couldn't help but let a small smile slip as I appreciated her loyalty. "Thanks for being a good customer. I'm sorry that I don't recognize you. It wasn't my fault," I responded, hoping to reassure her. Revealing the truth about my condition, I
ASHLEY P.O.V"I don't have anything with me apart from my ID," I replied, attempting to sound bold. But despite my best efforts, my voice betrayed me, coming out shaky instead. As I filled out the loan application, my hands trembled, making it difficult to write my name with confidence. Deep down, I knew my financial history was far from ideal, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of fear that the secretary would reject me outright. However, I couldn't afford to give up hope just yet. There had to be a chance, especially since I no longer owed them any money. Ethan had promised to clear my debt if I came to dinner with him, and I had faith that he, being a wealthy man, would uphold his word. It had been over a week since we last met, and I hadn't received a call from his darn company. That could only mean one thing: my name had been successfully cleared from their list of unreliable debtors. With a nervous yet determined expression, I stretched out the completed application towards the
"Yeah, thanks very much, I'll be expecting the pay," I replied with gratitude and a hint of excitement before I gently dropped the call. After a tiring day at the mall, I had come home to a pleasant surprise – a message from someone claiming to have a job for me. Knowing that I needed the money for pressing matters, my spirits soared. Looking back to the previous night, the memory of the unexpected phone conversation resurfaced.PREVIOUS NIGHT "Hello, am I speaking with Ms. Ashley?" the caller had inquired, their voice unfamiliar. "Yes, you've got Ms. Ashley," I responded cautiously, intrigued by the mysterious nature of the call. "I have a job for you," came the response, instantly capturing my attention and fueling my curiosity. "What sort of job are we talking about?" I questioned, eager to learn more about this enticing opportunity. "I'd like to discuss it in person. Could you kindly provide me with your house address?" the caller requested, their intention still hidden from
"Where are you coming from? And what happened to you?" Ryan asked with a concerned look on his face. I couldn't help but smile at his worried face. "The place isn't important. I guess I just needed to let out some tears, so don't mind me," I replied casually, attempting to downplay the situation. Shifting the subject to lighten the mood, I continued, "Anyway, what do you have in the house? I'm famished." Ryan chuckled dryly, most likely aware of his bachelor lifestyle. "You know I'm a bachelor, right? I don't have any food in the house. Let's order some food instead. What would you like to eat?" Taking a moment to consider my options, I replied, "Fried chicken and chips." Without skipping a beat, Ryan pulled out his phone to place the order."Wait!" I exclaimed, blinking my eyes like a baby, trying to capture Ryan's attention. "What did you want again?" he asked, slightly infuriate. "Can I get some Chinese dishes?" I requested, hoping to change up our food selection. Ryan scoffed
Ashley povThe time for dinner came quickly. I was in the middle of curling my hair when Ethan called to remind me not to be late.Today is the day I'm going to meet with the famous Grandpa Greyson. Damn! I could feel my heart beating faster than usual.“I can do this!” I reassured myself before walking out of the house. The weather seemed a bit cloudy, so I grabbed my umbrella before walking down the street.Truth be told, I have no cash on me to make it there. That is why I prepared earlier than I was supposed to, so I could trek down there. Luckily for me, the address he sent was just an hour away if I'm to walk with my legs.Walking down the street, I could see eyes lurking around me and whispers from people talking about how beautiful I look. However, just as I was about to take the next route, I got surrounded by three thugs.“You are really pretty, do you want to spend a night with me? I will pay you five thousand dollars, what do you say?” One of the thugs with smoke in his mo
Ethan PovThe atmosphere in the dining room was getting more and more suffocating as we ate. Early this morning, Mr. Greyson, my grandfather, invited me for breakfast alongside my uncle, Jonathan.I couldn't eat anything but found myself stabbing the steak in my plate while glaring hard at Jonathan. Oh sweet lord, how much I wish he was the one on my plate other than the steak.Grandpa knew too well that Jonathan and I never got along, so why did he have to call us both over? Was he trying to play some sort of game? Or did he call to announce the company being handed over to Jonathan?I was way too curious that I simply stared at my grandfather as he ate hastily. Just then Jonathan cleaned his mouth with a wipe and I knew he was about to say something.“The meal is so delicious father, it reminds me of the old days when Ethan's parents were still alive,” he said with a smile, and my grandfather who was in the middle of twirling a few strands of spaghetti into a ball halted and wiped h
Ashley pov“Marry me!” he said in a commanding tone and I scoffed within. What the hell was wrong with him? And who does he think he is?Although he looks classy, that doesn't give him the right to stop a lady and ask her to marry him right away. It doesn't make any sense in every sense but he seems not to understand that.“Sir, I think you must be drunk, so I will let it lie and forgive you,” I said nonchalantly and tried to walk out on him, nonetheless, his next words stopped me on my track.“Do you know who I am?” He asked gently as he fixed his gaze on mine, once again. I look into his eyes, not sure how I'll get used to the intensity behind his stare, and shake my head.“No...not at all but I'm well aware that you must be drunk,” I say and see a smirk displayed on his face. This man terrified and intrigued me for just a few seconds, and it was already making my head spin.“From what I have heard, you seem to be owing my company a lot of money. And in case you don't know, I'm not
Ethan povI arrived at the penthouse pretty much earlier than I had anticipated. Not the least bothered about parking my car in the right way even though I knew it was against the rule, I quickly alighted from my bugatti veyron and made my way inside the penthouse.I was too angry to do anything right, way too angry! I can not believe that my grandfather would have made such a hasty decision regarding the company without me at that!I arrived at the secretary's desk and asked for my grandfather but she said to make an appointment and come back later. I understood her statement because she couldn't recognize me.Early this morning, I woke up with two pimples on my face. One at my forehead and the other one close to my lips. Because of that, I had to wear a nose mask and a baseball cap.Flustered enough, I swiftly removed the nose mask from my face and she froze immediately. Although she was trying to act strong, I could see the fear in her eyes.“Mr chairman...” she stuttered as her bo