"YES, I did it." He attempted to touch her, but Ashley stood up and screamed. "Don't touch me!" The force of her anger scared him, and he retreated back immediately. "I can explain.""Explain what?" Her chest rose and fell in quick successions."My plan was never to hurt you.""But you did." Ashley chuckled. "You sent men to kidnap, torture and rob me, as if that wasn't enough, you still accused Aiden.""There weren't supposed to hurt you."Ashley shook her head. "Do you want to know what is so disgusting? It's the fact that you imputed your guilt on Metaphor."Thomas took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment before continuing. "Metaphor is actually guilty."Ashley shook her head again. "Why are you so confused?""The men who kidnapped you, they are members of the Metaphor." He paused. "I'm sorry. I was too jealous when you and Aiden were together. I--I had to find traitors amongst Metaphor and pay them enough to just make you disappear for a while." He desperately tried to
Ashley's heels clicked against the gleaming marble floor of the private airport terminal, echoing through the vast, empty space. She looked around anxiously, her eyes scanning the sleek lines of the chrome and glass walls, hoping to catch a glimpse of Aiden's unmistakable silhouette. The sound of engines roared in the distance, muffled by the thick panes of soundproof glass that separated the opulent lobby from the tarmac. Her heart raced, a frantic drumbeat in her chest that grew louder with every passing second. The clock above the bustling departures board ticked away, reminding her of the dwindling time she had left. Aiden's flight was due to take off any minute, and she had to find him. She had to apologize. Her thoughts were a tumultuous storm of regret and fear, a toxic brew that threatened to spill over at any moment. The weight of her actions bore down on her, a heavy burden that she hadn't realized she'd been carrying until it was almost too late. Her eyes darted around t
Ashley stumbled from her car as she struggled to come out of it in a hurry. she heard a cringe sound and when she looked down the heel of her shoe was broken. she cursed, this was her favorite and most expensive pair. But she didn't care, she hurried into the ballroom. Sweat rolled down her cheek, her makeup was ruined, her heel broken, some layers of her dress torn, she quickly used her hand to rip off the remaining layer turning it into a mini ball gown. Today was her billionaire boyfriend father's retirement party, and he had invited her to introduce her to his family after six years of dating. Finally, she was meeting Thomas family for the first time. it had to be perfect. Ashley retouched her makeup before stepping in. she saw the man of the night, her boyfriend standing tall and handsome as always. He stood beside his father who sat on his retirement throne and greeted guests. Ashley wore a big smile, this was the perfect time for Thomas to introduce her to his father, so
THE kind of dress Ashley wore tonight, was the kind you wear when you knew you were being engaged to your sweet boyfriend Thomas after a six year relationship. A six year relationship you had used your time, your body and money to grow. She wore an elegant black dinner gown, it was sexy in all it's form, a dress like that should be illegal. Her choice of dress was intentional so that after the engagement, they would go to his mansion, and keep themselves busy the whole night. The extra care Ashley put in getting ready for her dinner date tonight, was the kind you put in when you knew this was your last chance of getting engaged, and if you didn't get engaged tonight, you would never get engaged ever. You would end up an old lonely woman with hundred cats. For six years, Ashley has moulded and shaped herself to fit into Thomas description of a perfect girlfriend, and she did it. Tonight, she will become his perfect fiancee, and then his perfect wife. Oh, how Ashley had imagined
ASHLEY cried the whole drive home. Her head was blurry, nothing seemed to make sense. Why had Thomas rejected her so cruelly, she had loved him with everything in her, but to Thomas, it was just fun? He paid her off like she was some cheap call girl, it didn't matter how much he paid her, but the way he did it was what pissed her off. Ashley's phone kept buzzing with calls and messages from her friends, but she ignored it and simply shut down her phone. She didn't want to talk to anyone, not even her friends. She just wanted to wallow in self pity. Her friends would definitely ask her how the dinner went, and she would tell them the truth, after all, they were her friends, they will never judge or condemn her. Ashley reached the parking lot, she jumped off her car, walked soberly to her apartment. She used the last strength in her, to push the door open, and she fell face first into her apartment in a heavy thud. She slowly power on her phone and put a call through to Genevieve.
1.) GET the revenge body ✓ Ashley stared at her revenge list which she pasted on her bedroom wall. "I'm going to a dinner tonight at the Glass Tower." Ashley informed her friends over the phone. "What? How do you get invitation to such luxurious events?" Nichole screamed so loudly, Ashley had to remove the phone from her ear in a reflex motion. "Do you want to make me deaf?" Genevieve yelled from the other end. Ashley laughed, in replying to Nichole, she said. "Well, have you forgotten who I am?" "Wow Ashley, you've really grown so fast!" "Guess who will also be there?" Ashley asked, and without waiting for an answer, she continued right away. "The CEO of Blue Skye Modelling." "Isn't that the same modelling agency that signed Freya Nally?" Nichole asked, a little uncertain. "It is. And today she is one of the fastest rising star in the country." Ashley nodded. "Didn't they also sign Laurel Who...?" Genevieve stammered, while trying to remember the name of the famous model.
ASHLEY was preoccupied with thoughts as she walked out of the restroom. Different thoughts were racing in her mind, although her eyes were open she could not see anyone or anything in the dinner party. And as she walked, a heavy force suddenly hit her violently, and it drew her back to reality. The force was so strong, she momentarily lost her balance and nearly fell to the ground. "What the hell. Are you blind? Why can't you watch where you're going..." Ashley stopped talking immediately a pair of strong, powerful arms rounded her waist, helping her to regain her stamina. She was pressed against the hardest chest she had ever felt, the feel of strong biceps beneath the heavy layered suit, sent heat radiating through her whole body. Her face was directly at his chest, he was well over six feet tall. Slowly Ashley raised her eyes to see the face of her rescuer who she had just insulted, and who had equally caused her body to react in such a primal and alluring manner. He had the m
ASHLEY stretched on the bed, and slowly opened her eyes, only to see Aiden's handsome face just inches above hers, those amber eyes, it caused a sharp throbbing in her chest. The whole room became hotter, and her muscles tensed just at the sight of this man, his naked frame hovered over her. Naked? Why was he naked? "So you ended up in my bed tonight after all" Ashley stared at him with her eyes wide opened, and slowly she looked down at his eight packs and the V cut abs that ran down his body and into his pants. This man's figure... is a little too great, isn't it? Unable to help herself, Ashley gulped and blush. At least he still has pants on! That's a relief Obeying her instincts, she quickly stared down at her own body, which was still fully clothed, she heaved an audible sigh of relief, which brought a grin to Aiden handsome face. "I didn't take advantage of you, my women are always willing." Aiden cleared her confusion, and strolled leisurely to refill a glass of wa
Ashley's heels clicked against the gleaming marble floor of the private airport terminal, echoing through the vast, empty space. She looked around anxiously, her eyes scanning the sleek lines of the chrome and glass walls, hoping to catch a glimpse of Aiden's unmistakable silhouette. The sound of engines roared in the distance, muffled by the thick panes of soundproof glass that separated the opulent lobby from the tarmac. Her heart raced, a frantic drumbeat in her chest that grew louder with every passing second. The clock above the bustling departures board ticked away, reminding her of the dwindling time she had left. Aiden's flight was due to take off any minute, and she had to find him. She had to apologize. Her thoughts were a tumultuous storm of regret and fear, a toxic brew that threatened to spill over at any moment. The weight of her actions bore down on her, a heavy burden that she hadn't realized she'd been carrying until it was almost too late. Her eyes darted around t
"YES, I did it." He attempted to touch her, but Ashley stood up and screamed. "Don't touch me!" The force of her anger scared him, and he retreated back immediately. "I can explain.""Explain what?" Her chest rose and fell in quick successions."My plan was never to hurt you.""But you did." Ashley chuckled. "You sent men to kidnap, torture and rob me, as if that wasn't enough, you still accused Aiden.""There weren't supposed to hurt you."Ashley shook her head. "Do you want to know what is so disgusting? It's the fact that you imputed your guilt on Metaphor."Thomas took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment before continuing. "Metaphor is actually guilty."Ashley shook her head again. "Why are you so confused?""The men who kidnapped you, they are members of the Metaphor." He paused. "I'm sorry. I was too jealous when you and Aiden were together. I--I had to find traitors amongst Metaphor and pay them enough to just make you disappear for a while." He desperately tried to
"ASHLEY, you're not going to believe this," Nichole announced breathlessly, her eyes wide with annoyance. She and Genevieve bursted into the room, their footsteps echoing off the walls.Ashley looked up from her wineglass, curiosity piqued. "What's going on?" she asked, setting the wine bottle in place. The light from the pendant lamp above her cast a warm glow on her face, illuminating the puzzled expression.Nichole's features hardened as she handed over a thick envelope to Ashley. "It's the report from the detective," she said, her voice dropping to a serious tone. "They've found out who was behind your kidnapping and robbery."Ashley's hand trembled as she took the envelope. The weight of it felt like a brick in her grasp. She stared at the unassuming paper, unable to process the words. "What does it say?" she managed to ask, her voice a mere whisper.Genevieve sat down beside her on the couch, her own expression somber. "Thomas," she said simply. "It was Thomas. He's the one behi
THE next few days in Ashley's house was a hide and seek game between Ashley and her mom. Ashley did everything in her power to ignore Mira, and Mira sensing it, intentionally ignored her, but she still prepared breakfast, ste the alarm clock so loud so that it would wake Ashley on time to be early to work. Mira never brought up the topic of a fresh start again, but her presence and conducts were literally begging for a fresh start. Her presence was like a taunting nightmare, which caused Ashley to leave the house very early in the morning, her herself as worked up as possible and return home very late. They never had to cross paths for a conversation lasting more than 15 seconds. Mira's presence and constant effort was slowly weakening hee resolve. She needed to know her mother's side of the story. She needed someone to hug...she needed a friend but more importantly, she needed her mom. Ashley returned on Wednesday with a changed mind, but she was welcomed by the greatest surprise
ASHLEY stirred, her eyes slowly opening to the soft glow of the morning sun filtering through her blinds. She took a deep breath, inhaling the tantalizing aroma of pancakes and coffee wafting from the kitchen. The smells filled her room with a comfort she hadn't felt in a long time. Her stomach grumbled, reminding her that she had barely eaten the night before, consumed by the shock of her mother's unexpected return.Her mother's voice, filled with an awkward nervousness, called out from the hallway. "Ashley, sweetie, I made breakfast. It's ready for you."Ashley sat up in bed, her body stiff from a restless night. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and glanced at the digital clock on her nightstand. It was almost 9 AM, later than she usually woke up. Her mind raced with the events of the previous evening: the doorbell ringing, the awkward meeting at the parking lot. Her mother had been gone for 22 years, and now she was here, trying to slip back into her life as if nothing had happen
HER final destination for the day was Blue Skype modelling. The moment she pushed the glass door and entered inside the building...the models, the talent managers, and other employees all stared at her, and she knew something bad was about to happen to her. She asked herself, what's the worst that could happen?Mr Shaw stood in the gathering of some important shareholders and signalled her to come over. She nervously reached them in just a few steps. Mr Shaw gave her an envelope. Was she being dismissed? Her first reaction was to turn around and leave, but mr Shaw stopped her, and all the eyes in the building were literally begging her to open the envelope. She opened it and retrieved a white letter, before her brain could process what she saw. The crowd cheered, clapped and choruserd congratulations.She will be going to Paris to feature in the international fashion magazine, that was the biggest job ever yet. The entire building was full of cheers and clapping, how did they know?"A
THE last person Thomas expected to see after a stressful night at the Met met gala was his wife, Maris laying on his bed. He absently entered his room, threw his tuxedo to one corner while he undid his tie. Thomas stopped dead in his track when he saw Maris, his eyes widened in shock. "Maris?" He managed to ask."Hi Thomas. Where have you been?" She laid on her right side and stared at him."What are you doing here?" He hesitated. "Chole, she's still out there, what if she find you?"She slowly stood from the bed. "Oh relax husband. My daddy has taken care of chole, she will never have to bother us ever again." She traced a light touch down his chest.Thomas was still not convinced. "It's not safe here.""Hmmm...is there something you're hiding from me?""What?" Thomas laughed nervously and pulled her closer to him. "There's nothing I'm hiding from you.""Good." She placed her hands on his chin and tilted his head to the side, she kissed him. They stumbled backwards and fell on the be
JUST as she thought she had found a safe haven, she collided with a man dressed in an eccentric outfit that matched the avant-garde theme of the gala. She stumbled back, her hand shooting out to steady herself. "I'm so sorry," she said, her eyes flicking up to meet his. To her horror, it was Thomas, his handsome face etched with confusion. "Ashley?" he questioned, his voice a mix of surprise and concern. Her mind raced as she tried to formulate an excuse. "Oh, Thomas, what a... pleasant surprise," she said, trying to sound as casual as possible. "I was just looking for the restroom, and I seem to have gotten a bit turned around." He tilted his head, his eyes searching hers. "You okay?" Ashley's pulse hammered in her ears. "Yes, yes, just a bit overwhelmed by the grandeur, you know?" Thomas nodded, his gaze lingering on her for a moment too long. "I can see why," he said, his voice low and comforting. "Would you like me to walk you there?" Her heart skipped a beat. "No, no, th
"WOULD you like a drink?" Thomas asked, mistaking her nervousness for thirst. "I'll grab us some champagne.""No, no, I'm fine," she replied a little too quickly. "Just...just give me a moment to admire this piece." She gestured to a mannequin dressed in an outlandish outfit that looked like it belonged on an alien runway.Thomas nodded, his eyes lingering on her before he stepped away. Ashley took a deep breath, willing her heart to calm down. She had to find a way to get to Aiden without Thomas finding out. The room was crowded, but she spotted a narrow corridor leading to the next exhibit. It was her chance."Thomas, I think I'll just step out for a moment to...uh, to check my makeup," she said, her voice shaky.Thomas nodded, engrossed in a nearby conversation. "Take your time, darling. I'll be right here."With a silent prayer to the fashion gods, Ashley slipped away. She stepped into the corridor, her heels clicking against the floor as she moved swiftly. The walls were lined w