Chapter 14Ashley was deeply focused in the book she was reading; it was about an adopted princess in the throes of palace betrayal.The princess was about to discover the biggest backstabber in her court when a baritone voice pierced through her consciousness.It took all her concentration not to topple over on the hammock as she was startled. This bastard!"Well, any one that has eyes would know I'm reading, dear husband", Ashley taunted. She saw Ian's eyes narrow the way it always did when he was about to yell at her in that stupidly sexy way he always did.However, he just pinched the bridge of his nose and counted to three. "You can't be here", he said, his voice tight."On the contrary, husband. Seeing as you made me stay in this house, I can be anywhere I want in it", Ashley said airily, swaying lightly on the hammock. She felt oddly open in front of him. A tank top wasn't the best armor to meet her annoying husband."Well it's not like you rejected it. You still can't be here
Chapter 15Ashley closed the book and sighed wistfully. It was a book that definitely deserved at least ten rereads, as it clawed out emotions from her, emotions she hid deep down so she wouldn’t break into pieces.“Was it that good?”, Ian asked her from the hammock, raising an eyebrow.“Yes, it was”, She answered simply. She needed to stare at a wall and contemplate her existence after such a story.“Good enough to make you cry six times?”, Ian asked again, this time his words were laced with mockery. Ashley felt the bristling need to defend herself. “Yes it is. And what? I’m not allowed to cry anymore? You want to ban tears now?”, She asked acidically. Ian raised his hands in placation, he hated when people cried in front of him and she did that six times, he wasn’t in the wrong to tease a little. It was probably past midnight at this point. He should have been in bed to get at least two hours of sleep before work, but as it was, he would be sleep deprived yet again because of his
Chapter 16“You are both adults, why do you squabble?”, Louis exclaimed, his clean starched suit looking tense on his shoulders. Ashley and Ian opened their mouths at the same time to argue again when Louis raised a hand.“Please young masters”, he shook his head.He collected – Snatched if Ashley had anything to say about it – the licked pancakes from Ashley and the untouched perfect pancakes and called on one of the housekeepers to dispose of them. Ashley looked on in mourning. She always felt really horrible about wasting food. She should have just let the temperamental child have it.Ian had a mighty frown on his face from being hushed in front of the leech. He was a tycoon, he was a young prodigy, he did not deserve the verbal equivalent of getting his ass beaten in front of a hillbilly.Louis distributed brand new proper pancakes into two new plates. “Enjoy young masters”, he seemed to plead.“Why do I make all this money if I have to eat pancakes I don’t even want?”, Ian asked
Chapter 17Ashley drove to work in her Chevrolet with a better mood than she had in three weeks. She bopped her head to an MKTO song as she drove over to her designated parking spot. There was a crumpled wad of paper in her passenger seat where Rita had forced her to write a list of pros and cons about staying married to Ian. “I'm in over my head, I’m out of my mind, thinking I was born in the wrong time!”, she belted out, turning into the university. Her new house being five minutes away was such a beautiful thing.The only pros about her marriage were the fact that she would be Rita’s sister-in-law, she could have all the luxury she wanted – live five minutes from work – and she could form connections with the rich to sponsor her important projects. However, the cons filled the page and overflowed to the back, all of which were just her nuances about Ian himself.She and Ian could only start working on it in three months time, so instead of a whole year, they could split in six mon
Chapter 18“I come with news”, Christopher said sullenly. Ashley ended her mental train and looked up at him in concern. “There’s a new professor, and Chantelle is awfully friendly with him”, Christopher grit his teeth.Ashley snickered in relief. She was expecting something awful and ground breaking, Christopher changed crushes every three days so it wasn’t that serious.“I think he parked in my spot this morning”, she said, her amusement fading. Christopher sneered.“You deserve that after laughing at me”.Ashley rolled her eyes and pretended to ignore him by grading the assignments that arrived without excuses. Christopher watched her for three seconds max before he burst again.“But really, how is your husband?”, he asked curiously. Ashley knew he was dying to hear news about how he was secretly a good guy underneath or something, all her friends being hopeless romantics really wasn’t a good decision on her part.“He’s being a pain in my ass”, she facepalmed, pushing away her lapt
Chapter 19Yu Zhen stood beside Ian as the man drilled rules into the heads of the other members of the board. He owned the corporation at this point, so he was in line to make changes, many of which were tied to removing Mark from their list of partners. Yu Zhen never understood the old Hills man, how did it profit him to keep giving Mark resources when he used them to take investors and customers away from them?“The Agora villa is to be remodeled into a community park”, Ian said imperiously and closed the meeting. Yu Zhen would have snickered if he didn’t know how mad Ian was about the whole thing. Mava had taken to calling him an emotionless brute in a roundabout way in every interview, and Yu Zhen knew that Ian was only this way because he was emotionally constipated and he never learned how nor saw any reason to lay all his emotions on his sleeves. So needless to say, her words and the negative opinion of the public irked him gravely. Fortunately Ian had decided to wait for thei
Chapter 20After a week had passed, Ashley was almost ready to give up. Ian had been nowhere near the house. She even asked Louis to tell him she was burning down all the library books to the ground, still nothing. The man had returned them back to their previous manner of zero speaking or any form of communication. What a dick move!She settled in her office chair and checked the time, it was almost 4pm, she wanted to be online in time for Mava’s big surprise. She sighed wistfully as she remembered the days where she wasn’t married to the horrid woman’s annoying ex-fiance.“I wonder what the announcement is about”, Christopher said, sneering slightly like Mava had cheated on him too. Ashley didn’t really mention that part in her stories. She only talked about her and Ian having a heart to heart, the intricacies of the whole thing were not her stories to share, but seeing as Mava had spent a month talking shit about her engagement with his hero, it was only fair that Christopher would
Chapter 21Two weeks later:Ashley flopped on the bed tiredly. It had been a horridly trying week. Mid-terms were always the worst for grading. Especially for her class, because these students happened to be extremely competitive, so she had to check every single word closely.She screamed into her pillow and huffed in annoyance. The one thing that the week even more trying was the fact that ever since Mava had broadcasted that stupid video, everyday had been a different battle of trying to get close enough to him to get him to even listen to her presentation. She had a week! A week to convince him; and as Rita, Yu Zhen and the guards relayed to her, his ire would only increase with time.He was losing to Mark even business wise, because the last thing she heard was about an international company looking for who to partner with. Rita told her that they thought Mark was more popular and hence the better choice. Ashley immediately believed their industry was crap. Who in their right min
The morning sun painted a golden hue over the Hills estate as the mansion's staff prepared for another day in the bustling household. In the heart of the mansion, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the sizzle of bacon wafted through the air, signaling the start of a new day.In their private quarters, Laurent and Miniscera, the energetic twins of the De Luca family, were already stirring with the anticipation of breakfast. The rhythmic beats of lively tunes filled the room as they gleefully danced to their individual songs, each lost in their own world of melody.Laurent, with a contagious enthusiasm, moved to the beat of an upbeat pop song that echoed through his headphones. His small feet shuffled across the carpet in a display of youthful exuberance. Miniscera, on the other hand, twirled gracefully to a more melodic tune, her headphones delivering the sweet strains of a classical composition.As the twins descended the grand staircase, their impromptu dance continued. The staff
In the quiet cocoon of the Hills mansion, where grandeur met intimacy, a private library stood as a haven for the family. The scent of aged leather and the hushed rustle of pages greeted anyone who entered, creating an atmosphere of serenity and wisdom.One lazy afternoon, as sunlight filtered through the tall windows, Ashley descended the spiral staircase, her steps muffled by the plush carpeting. A gentle hum of lullabies reached her ears, drawing her towards the library.Upon entering, she was met with a scene that painted a portrait of domestic bliss. Ian, surrounded by towering bookshelves, sat in a hammock that gently swayed between two ornate columns. Cradled against his chest were the twins, their tiny forms cocooned in a shared blanket.Ian, engrossed in a storybook, read aloud in a soft, rhythmic cadence that matched the gentle rocking of the hammock. The twins, their eyes wide with innocent curiosity, listened intently, occasionally reaching out to touch the pages as if try
On an ordinary day that decided it was anything but, Ashley felt the first inklings of labor. Panicking, she called out to Ian, who was busy juggling paperwork in another room."Ian! It's go time!"Ian, startled, sent papers flying in all directions. "What? Now?! They're supposed to come next week!"Ashley, with a mix of urgency and humor, nodded. "Yes, now! The babies are on their way, and they clearly have no regard for our schedule!"Ian, caught in the whirlwind, fumbled to gather the hospital bags. Yu Zhen, who miraculously appeared as if summoned by impending chaos, rushed in."What's happening?""Babies decided to make an early debut," Ashley said with a grin.Yu Zhen, trying to suppress joyous laughter, patted Ian on the back. "Congratulations, Papa Ian. Let's get you all to the hospital."Ian, now in a state of controlled chaos, ushered Ashley to the car with a mix of urgency and care. "Watch your step, Ashley! We've got precious cargo onboard, and it's not just me driving.""
On the day of the vow renewal, the air buzzed with anticipation as Ian and Ashley prepared to reaffirm their commitment to each other. The venue, adorned with elegant flowers and soft lighting, provided the perfect backdrop for the occasion. This event had garnered significant attention, not only because of Ian's stature as a billionaire but also because it marked the first time the public would see Ian's wife without her enigmatic mask.As the ceremony began, close witnesses gathered—Yu Zhen, Rita, Mark, Christopher, Chloe, Hillary, Ashley's mom, Ian's grandfather, and others who had played integral roles in their journey.Ian, dressed in a tailored suit, stood at the altar with a mixture of nerves and genuine emotion. Ashley, radiant in an elegant gown, approached him with a smile that conveyed both joy and a hint of the unexpected journey they had shared.The officiant, capturing the essence of their story, began with a reflection on the unconventional path that led them to this mo
Ian and Ashley, having left the memories of their contract marriage behind, embarked on a new adventure to Las Vegas for pure enjoyment. This time, the atmosphere was light and carefree as they strolled down the vibrant streets. Ian, ever the gentleman, happily carried Ashley's bags filled with newfound treasures from the shops.As they explored the dazzling city, Ashley's eyes widened with awe at the glittering lights and lively energy that surrounded them. The iconic landmarks and famous attractions seemed to come alive with a renewed sense of joy. Ian, noticing Ashley's excitement, couldn't help but smile as he shared in her delight.They visited famous casinos, catching glimpses of extravagant shows and indulging in the lively spirit of the city. The air was filled with laughter, music, and the occasional cheers from those striking it lucky at the slot machines. Ian and Ashley, hand in hand, embraced the thrill of the moment.One of their evenings in Las Vegas, the neon lights of
A week later,In the opulent embrace of his living room, Ian reclined on a plush sofa, his head finding a comfortable haven in Ashley's lap. The soft glow of ambient lighting cast a warm ambiance, and the room itself seemed to exhale luxury. Ashley's gentle fingers traced soothing patterns through Ian's hair, creating an intimate cocoon within the grandeur of their surroundings.Seated nearby, Yu Zhen held a tablet in his hands. His eyes, framed by an air of quiet determination and pure gloating, scanned the digital pages of a news article. The hushed murmurs of his voice began to narrate the unfolding drama—the arrest of Reid Hills, the shameless father that tried to be Ian's new rival, a pretend tycoon whose empire had crumbled under the weight of illegal activities.As Yu Zhen delved into the details, the living room became a theater of intrigue. Ian, nestled in the comforting warmth of Ashley's lap, listened attentively. It was his plot after all, even though he was more attentive
Ian sat at the head of the large round table, cross legged as he looked at the figures on the projector.The employees were the calmest they had ever been, no matter how harsh Ian was outside the room, he was kinder with nice figures.The first time Ian had commandeered a meeting was a time to remember.In a spacious boardroom adorned with polished mahogany furniture and muted hues, a group of employees gathered, their collective unease tangible in the air. At the heart of their apprehension was Ian, a figure revered and feared for his unforgiving scrutiny during meetings.As the employees settled into their seats, the low hum of anxious whispers reverberated around the room. The subdued lighting seemed to intensify the gravity of the impending assessment. Each individual nervously shuffled papers, stole glances at one another, and exchanged fleeting expressions of concern.Ian, a seasoned executive with a penchant for precision, entered the room with an air of authority that seemed t
Ashley reclined on the bed, her legs gently throbbing. She was covered only by a white blanket, Ian had most likely covered her up so she wouldn’t get cold after. Ian had stood up before her and she had no idea where he was, so she decided to check out the bunker. The room, much like Ian’s general tastes, was monochrome and it spoke volumes through its grayscale symphony. Every detail seemed meticulously curated to embody a sense of sleek simplicity.The bedframe boasted clean lines and stark contrasts. Its black frame stood out against crisp white sheets, inviting a sense of tranquility. As Ashley traced her fingers along the smooth surface, she marveled at the precision that went into crafting this seemingly unassuming piece of furniture.The walls were an expanse of unyielding concrete. Splashes of black and white danced in harmony, offering a visual feast that resonated with Ian's avant-garde taste.It felt to her like Ian had dedicated all his energy in making sure the room was a
As Ian stepped into the lit up gallery, he realized that his irritation was unfounded and unnecessary. It wasn’t his gallery anymore at this point, he should rename it to the hall of worshiping his wife.He kept Ashley’s eyes closed and backtracked to the stairs. He had thought the photos on his phone were too much. This was something that archaeologists would discover in five hundred years and declare Ashley as a former queen. She would never let him live this down.He turned around, remembering that the library was still dark and he went to the other part filled with paintings of violence and bloodshed. Great!He looked as though he could only paint three types of things. One, his grandfather’s kind of paintings, two, violence and bloodshed – things he wanted to do to some people that irritated him severely – and three, Ashley.The fact that Ashley was the most popular in terms of amount and quality was something he needed to think about later.“I’m tired of closing my eyes”, Ashley