Chapter 25Ashley was sipping a juice box through a straw. It was her fourth juicebox of the afternoon. Christopher and Chloe were sitting in front of her and they were also sipping from juice boxes. They were all in her own relatively small – compared to where she was residing currently– home, sitting haphazardly on the sofas as Christopher read comments aloud from the video she had ‘anonymously’ posted in the morning of her entire stint with Ian the previous day. She had to commend Sven, the camera didn’t waver once.@Ian’sfavoritesuit commented: “He is glorious, he is our king, he is perfect, he is Ian Hills.”@Ian’swife’sredcoat commented: “Her body is so gorgeous I want them both to adopt me!”“My body is gorgeous and I have a fan, both of you should pay to see me”, Ashley interrupted with a laugh. Chloe gave a mockbow and Christopher knelt.“Our gorgeous bodied queen”, Chloe snickered. Ashley threw an empty juice box at her.@ibelieveinHillssupremacy commented: “CAN Y’ALL SEE YO
Chapter 26Ashley had an upbeat song in the background that made her feel like a foreign princess as she ran down the halls in a billowing red gown Ian had provided. Louis delivered it to her with a wink and she was obsessed with it. Her footsteps matched the tempo of the song as she slid down the library’s round staircase, singing along as the material flowed behind her. Chloe and Christopher would be there in an hour, so she had one hour to get up to her best shenanigans.The servants of the mansion were already used to her exuberance, seeing as none of them batted an eye when they saw a five foot six woman running bare feet in a brilliant red flowing gown.“Try muah muah, try zdaga zdaga”, she sang, and melodramatically flailed against one of the giant bookshelves in the library. It wasn’t everyday a woman got to wear gowns they only dreamed about. The long sleeved silk arms slid against her skin and she felt like a rich heiress, wiggling her arms and whipping her hand around.She
Chapter 27"Drunk? I don't get drunk, Toma", he glared at her petulantly and Ashley knew he was indeed tethering over the edge of drunk.She walked up to him and snatched the bottle from his hands. "You're not allowed to drink, you can't sabotage me!", She huffed. Ian looked astounded at her audacity, his hands poised like he was only a second from clutching his chest due to the fact that he was flabbergasted."D-""No, nothing. We agreed that you'd come along with me, you can't be drunk!", She exclaimed. Ian shut his eyes and massaged his temples looking tired.Instead of arguing, he just crossed his long elegant legs and leaned back on a pillow.Ashley didn't know why she seemed to do this around Ian, but like before, she felt the need to fill the void of the silence."My dad wants to ban me from my inheritance", she said awkwardly, sitting at the edge of the pit. The last time she did this was the night they got married, and the conversation had flowed well at that time, perhaps i
Chapter 28Ian glared at Rita before she even opened her mouth. He knew exactly what she was going to say.She said it anyway."Oh my oh my, you're doing the devil's tango in a wine cellar, how naughty", Rita grinned from ear to ear like a Cheshire cat."Which eye of yours saw us touching each other?", Ashley asked, as annoyed as he felt."You seem to be in that stage where you're giving him directions", Rita winked."We're literally not touching", Ashley said, falling back on the pillow across from him."Hey Ashley, what did I miss?", Yu Zhen strolled down in an emerald green blazer with his dress shirt unbuttoned to his navel yet again. "They were having sex", Rita said, strolling down the staircase and taking a bottle on her way."Drop it you thief-""We were not having sex, we will never have sex-""Don't sound so sure Ash, and don't be so stingy Ian", Rita chastised like a mother. Ashley threw a pillow at her in annoyance. It hit her head with a plop and she scowled."Why are yo
Chapter 29"Girl you look like a million dollars, girl your house looks like fifty million dollars, girl!!!!", Chloe whisper-yelled as she ran to hug Ashley in a beautiful yellow dress. Christopher stood behind her in a black suit with padded elbows – a true lecturer that one – and a bright look in his eyes."It's actually two hundred million", Rita said, walking slowly to the two of them. Chloe stopped short and Ashley could see the slight hint of intimidation in her eyes – the tension strummed high – before Chloe squared up and smiled."Only four times more than I imagined"."Pfft, oh heavens no, I actually have no idea what it's worth, I'll Google it, hold on", Rita laughed and brought out her phone from her purse. "Ah yes, we're both wrong, it's worth six hundred million, because of the library I think", Rita huffed out a laugh and Chloe was gobsmacked."You were closer than I was", She eventually shrugged."Ha! Like you can call that closer. Blame my brother for everything", Ri
Chapter 30Ian had gotten his confirmation. It hadn't even been planned, he was busy brooding, but it seemed her being asleep lulled him to sleep too, and it was a worriless sleep.A perfect two hours. He woke up feeling much better than he had in an entire month. What was it about her that made his insomnia go away? Was it the fact that she always looked so peaceful sleeping that tricked his subconscious? He didn't know it was even possible to get sleep in the evening. It was always something he heard of people doing, but never himself. She could sleep anywhere. She especially loved cars.Now that he knew she wasn't what he thought her to be – because no gold digger would voluntarily give out that kind of money every month – he didn't know how he'd convince her to sleep with him. He wasn't picky, just once or twice a week was enough to atleast elongate his wonky lifespan by two years. He wished Rita hadn't gone into law. The conglomerate could under no circumstances fall into Mark'
Chapter 31As Ashley entered the giant hall, she made a beeline straight for her father. The man was insufferable, he could decide to freeze it even if she brought Ian.The thought of Ian gave her pause and she looked around but didn't see him. She didn't see her father either. How big was this place? What were they even celebrating? She had at least hoped they would be celebrating something worthwhile that she could sit around and watch. But her friends were missing, her father was missing, and her husband was missing. Instead she was surrounded by people looking her up and down, some looks lecherous. Thankful to Ian for providing the long coat – and regretting taking it off in the first place – she donned it on, reducing the amount of people leering at her.She spotted her father walking away from a place with empty space in the front and boasting at his business partners. Amelia had done something worthy again. She tried to think it wasn't her business on most days, she tried to f
Chapter 32Chloe stood at the entrance of the enclosed gazebo, watching and waving at people that looked her way. It was such a lovely evening and so many great things had happened already.She entered a limo for the first time, Ian Hills acknowledged her, she entered a mansion worth a lot of millions, she was sipping okay wine. The night was young and bright.The fact that a certain person's ex was tied up inside the gazebo was only another plus in the long night of plusses.She was satisfied with threatening him, or telling him off. She, Christopher and Rita had their whole warning speech planned in the limo – with Christopher throwing weird angry vibes everytime Rita opened her mouth and Rita throwing weird angry vibes everytime Christopher talked to her, she didn't know what the fuck was up with them, they had literally just met, it was however none of her business so she stayed out of it.When the negative tension between them got too much, she turned to the quiet Yu Zhen. The ma
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