Ashley POV“Oh Mr. Marcov, I didn't see you coming." Caren’s tone shifted the moment she spotted Dylan behind her. The employees scrambled back to their desks like they’d been caught plotting a coup.“What were you saying to my fiance? I heard you were blaming her for something?” He asked, his tone was authoritative. As if Caren tried to break something that belonged to him.“Nothing,” Caren said with a sugar-coated smile. “I just found her holding Alex’s hand in the basement. Mr. Marcov, you are a famous personality. You can have anyone but why her?" Caren sounded complaining. "Disappointed I chose someone better than your asshole son-in-law?" I muttered under crushed teeth. I feel the incident at the engagement party had to do something with Vini and her mother. Apart from her, nobody knew I had a miscarriage. "Better than Alex? Mr. Dylan doesn't know how scheming you are. You just won a jackpot that you don't even deserve." Caren rolled her eyes at me. Jealousy flashed on her
Ashley POVI opened the door to Dylan’s penthouse and froze. The entire penthouse was bigger than Alex’s mansion. The guard followed behind me and placed the luggage inside. It felt awkward. The servant’s room was in the basement and they would appear only when needed. So it would be just Dylan and me most of the time. "I thought of taking you to the Grey villa penthouse,” Dylan spoke while pulling the curtains and revealing the beautiful river view. "But you'd hit traffic going to the office from there.""Won’t you get late from here?" I asked as I tried to fill the awkward silence. His office and my office both were poles apart."I own that place, No one is scolding me for being late." He said."Oh yes.." I realised I was just making small talk to avoid the awkwardness between us, but it grew even more because the guard was already gone. I wanted to tell him we wouldn’t be sharing a room, but I wasn’t sure how to bring it up."This is your room." Dylan gestured at the door on th
Alex POV"Brother, you came this late.." Andy opened the door and was shocked to see me. She rubbed her eyes. "Yes Andy, Bradie dropped me here.." I walked inside, unable to walk. I felt like I would fall right now. It wouldn't hurt now as I was drunk but sure after I get sober. As I took another step, my leg flattered and I slipped. "Brother.." Andy approached and held my arms. She helped me to get up. "Brother, what's wrong with you?" Andy sounded worried."I am okay Andy.." I leaned to the edge of the fountain. "Brother, you are so drunk. You have been drinking too much lately. How can you do that? Think about yourself.." Andy said. She caressed my head and hugged me. But as soon as she heard another voice, she turned pale. "Do you think your brother could think about himself?" He only thinks about that bitch. That fucking Diana." Vini sneered. "Shut up Vini, Stop blaming her." I scolded Vini. She grunted and dug the phone out of her pocket. "Alright, I won't do that. Firs
Dylan POV"Boss, Are you okay?” Fred’s voice broke my trance. I glared at him. His interruption annoyed me."What happened? Why are you still here?" I scoffed. "You’ve watched the same screen a hundred times now," Fred sounded curious. "And you’re smiling at it. That’s… new."I looked back at my phone, my fingers brushed against the screen. It was the first ever message that Ashley sent to me. The message I want to read every other day. A kind of message that a wife sends to her husband every evening. "You said you'd have dinner at home. You disappointed Me. Sherlock. He is our business partner and invited you for dinner yesterday but you refused. I think it would affect the deal."Fred informed me. "We will manage that.." I said and leaned back on the chair. I stared at my phone hoping for another dinner at home message. "Miss Ashley must be a great cook." Fred noticed me reading the same message again.I shot him a glare sharp enough to silence him."That curry almost killed me
Ashley POVAs I opened my eyes, Dylan Marcov's devastatingly handsome face loomed over me. My heart raced. This man, why does he keep haunting my dreams?I reached out and cupped his chiselled jaw in my hand. My thumb traced the edge of his cheekbone. The touch felt too intimate to reality."Just go away..” I said in a husky tone. “I promised myself I wouldn't masturbate in your name anymore.” I gave a slow slap to his face. His brows furrowed at my action. He doesn't give such a cold reaction in my dream. Oh, God. My eyes widened as realization hit me like a truck.He wasn’t a dream.I gasped and yanked my hand back. Heat flooded my face.I scrambled to get up and sat in my place, I tucked the blanket over me as if it could shield me from embarrassment."What did you just say?” His voice filled with amusement but his gaze was sharp. “You promised you wouldn’t... what?” He leaned closer as his dark eyes narrowed dangerously. “Were you.?” “Not at all.” I cut him off. I have a habi
Dylan POV"Shit!" I slammed my fist into the wall, my knuckles sore with impact. "How could I be this reckless?" I muttered as I ran my hand through my hair. Ashley was in pain and needed my help badly. But here I lost my control again. My gaze dropped and landed on the betraying bulge pressing against my pants. I clenched my jaw.How long is it going to control me like this? I glared at the tent forming in my pants. Fortunately, I escaped the room before Ashley could find it. The bell rang, I opened it and found Fred had already arrived with the doctor. I escorted them inside. My jaw tightened as the doctor crouched by Ashley’s bed. He gently cradled her injured foot. My guts twisted with jealousy. It grew dark, almost consuming me. I didn’t like anyone even touching her broken nails or fallen hair. Seeing the doctor holding her feet maddened me. "Can't you get a female doctor for her? Who is this fucking man?" I muttered under my crushed teeth. Fred shook his head."He was th
Dylan POVHer soft breast rubbed against my elbow and I went crazy again. I thought kissing her would calm down my feelings. It’s okay to break the promise if I kiss her and that calms down the heat in my veins. But It turned out my body started wanting more. My body wasn’t satisfied just with her lips but it wanted her whole body. Her soft breast, her clit, her butt, everything.I wanted to squeeze her soft spots under my muscular hands and listen to her moan for the whole night. I quickly pulled myself away. Ashley was breathless because of my fierce kiss. She was breathing heavily, gasping for the air. I pressed my forehead against hers. My eyes bore into her.“Don’t whisper my name again, if you are not ready to face consequences, don’t do it again.” I warned her as I walked out of her room. I headed to the stairs, the door opened and one maid from my mansion walked in.“Master, Fred called me urgently to work here.” She said with a startled look on her face. “Alright, Miss A
Ashley POV"Tell me if it hurts," I said while holding his hand into mine and rubbing ointment on his wound. I stared at his face, expecting him to flinch. But I forgot, he is Dylan Marcov and he doesn't feel pain. His knuckles were sore and almost turned bluish.As Alex refused to sign the finalisation, the court postponed it till the end of the month.“When I was hitting him, were you crying in pain?” He asked me, his eyes bore into me as if he tried to read me. I shook my head.“Then..” His brows knitted. How should I explain this to him? I was terrified. When I saw him beating Alex, I realised why people called him scary. “If it's not because of him, then it's good.” He said sarcastically. “Alright. take some rest.” I said and grabbed the first aid box and was about to leave.His cold hands gripped my wrist and pulled me so hard that I slammed onto his lap. “OHH..” I was baffled and tried to get up, but his hands grabbed my waist and did not let me move a bit. I was surpris
Dylan POVFlashbackWhen Ashley left the courtroom after slapping me, I wasn't angry with her. If she thinks her mere slapping me will make me get myself away from her life, then she is wrong. Even if she shot me in my heart, my heart would scream just her name. "Boss, Are you okay?" Fred asked me. My death glare made his mouth shut. This is what she meant to me, no one in the world dares to look into my eyes but I allowed her to slap me. I had given her the place where she could do anything to me and I will still love her. "Take the lawsuit back. She would contest it till her last breath. Her love for the Weber group was more than anything else, it was her father’s dream after all." I said, I saw the spark in her eyes that she would break but wouldn’t bend. And I would break myself before breaking her.“Okay, Boss.” Fred watched me in disbelief. Ashley did not give her whereabouts, she even disabled all tracing on her phone and finding her was extremely difficult. She even fired
Ashley POVHe bent on his knees and checked the pulse of that hired killer. He was disappointed when he found the killer was already dead. Dylan took that goon's mask off and dug out his phone out of his pocket. He took some photos of that person with his phone. He sent it to Fred but as we were in a deep jungle, the network was lost. "You killed him.." I said with a trembling voice. Dylan nodded as he threw the dagger aside. "Yeah, I know I shouldn't. We needed to keep him alive. At least he would have confessed who sent him." Dylan said. "But no problem, Fred would find which gang he belong to. He seemed professional gang member." "I know that. He was the one who attacked us when we left the painting exhibition." I said. His face darkened at my words. He stood up and started walking. "Let's go somewhere else. Fred will take care of it in the morning." Dylan spoke as if it was a routine for him. I felt almost puking at the metallic smell of the blood that started lingering in th
Ashley POVHis face turned colder, he was more like a giant iceberg placed in the room. I held my bag and got ready to leave. His eyes gave me different and scary vibes, more like he could ruin me at any moment. Better I leave this place before he does anything. As soon as I moved, I bumped into his chest. I was startled, just a moment before he was sitting on the chair and another moment he was standing in my way. "Where are you going? We have not finished the mediation yet." He blocked my path. His eyes glared at me with an intense gaze that was almost ready to pierce my skin. "I don't think we will come to any conclusion now. Let the lawsuit go ahead." I said as I finished gathering my stuff from the wooden desk. I noticed he was not even listening to me, his eyes were on my lips. Seemed he was controlling himself to kiss me. His hands were inside his pockets, and he stood in the courtroom as if he owned that place."Why did you leave last evening? Didn’t I ask you to stay unt
"What is this? Are you insane?" I yelled at him. "I came here to talk to you about the lawsuit about not getting tattooed." I blabbered. "It's you who think throwing the ring would end everything between us." Dylan took my finger in his hand and started carving in my skin. "Dylan.." I almost cried out, but he didn't flinch. He kept drawing something with that tattoo pen on my ring finger. It didn't hurt but I screamed and tried hard to snatch my hand away from him."Bear it for a while, princess. It's painless tattoo ink, it will just tingle like an ant bite." He said. In a short while he released my hand. "It's done." I stared at his art and was stunned. "Are you crazy.." I tried hard to rub it but it was of no use. Now his name is carved on my finger. "Now dare to take this ring off." He said as he dropped the pen back into the drawer. "It's another way to tell any Tom, dick and Harry that you are mine. No one can dare to put their eyes on you whenever they want." He claimed p
Ashley POV"Send the next candidate." I said, and rubbed my forehead. It was five in the evening and I finished the interview of seventy girls. I found five of them very productive and talented that we need them in this department."Madam, you are just wasting your time on them." Mr. Silver came and tried to convince me. "You are only able to choose five after three days of tiring interview." "Mr. Silver, these five newcomers are better than employees who have been working in our company for several years. They are trained with new softwares and they can handle the technology better than them." I stated. Mr. Silver's face turned bitter as if he could not digest everything I said. "I have given my two decades to this factory. I knew it better than anyone."He stated arrogantly."Shall I hold you responsible for its decline then?" I asked him. His face turned a little annoyed because I didn't take his advice even being a senior officer. He didn't say anything but walked out of the cab
Dylan POV"Why would I marry an orphan like you? What if you are the product of rape?" Her words stabbed into my heart like a sharp dagger. How disgusting it felt when that cursed line fell out of her mouth. I never mind if the world said this about me, but Ashley.Why did it happen? She was the one who fought for me when people blamed my blood. She said it never mattered if I had no family, she called herself my family, my home. I poured the drink into a glass and drank it again. I wanted to forget everything that happened that day. I wanted to assume that this day had not come but the more I was drunk, the more everything flashed before my eyes. The moment we shared was a dream, she was in my arms, but then everything shattered. "Boss, you are drinking too much. You shouldn't drink more." Fred grabbed my hand and tried to stop me. But I snatched the glass back and shot him a glare."Shut up. You are not a boss here. I would kick you out if you did this again." I poured the whis
Dylan stared at me with surprise, as I brought the glass closer to his mouth. He grabbed my wrist and stopped me. "What happened?" My gaze met his suspicious eyes. "Do you think I mixed something in it?" I asked. He leaned closer to me, and whispered in my ears."I would love to drink poison when you are serving me it." He said as he held the wine glass in his hand. He brought it closer to my mouth. I stared at him with a puzzled face."You are really thinking I poisoned it." I said and sipped it in front of him. Dylan instantly geabbed my neck from behind and tucked his mouth to mine.He sucked all the wine from my mouth, My eyes wide opened. He released my mouth as soon as he finished."Ahhh... It feels tastier when I drink it with your mouth." He said, I smiled and fed the drink with my mouth. He grabbed a wine bottle in his hand and poured it over my lips. The wine juice dripped down through my lips to my neck and streamed down between my cleavage. "Ahhh.." The cold wine runni
Ashley POVI took my stuff to the car and drove myself to the factory in Southport. Shina transferred me to one of the oldest factories, whose production was low but maintenance was too bad. Hardly any air conditioner working there. I thought of giving a resignation, but I didn’t want to look like a coward who ran away from the problem. It’s better that I face it and I would definitely improve this factory. When I arrived at the office, I found no female workers were around. There were mainly middle-aged men who worked for more than decades. No wonder the productivity was extremely low here.They all stood and greeted me."You may sit down.." I gestured and went to the cabin. I quickly called the Manager of the industrial department. He entered, and I heard he was a middle-aged misogynist person who thinks women are no better at industrial processes. "Mr. Silver. Why are there no females in the office?" I asked him, He scratched his forehead. I stared at him with a suspicious gaze
Ashley POV"Doctor, how is Grandma? Is she getting better?" Dylan rushed to the doctor immediately. "The surgery is successful. But we need to keep her in observation, she is out of danger for now." Doctor said, "Thank you, doctor," Dylan said and wiped his face. It looked like a heavy burden was lifted from his heart. He seemed relieved and better. I held his hand. Dylan turned to me and hugged me tightly. "Thank god!" He muttered, "She would be walking in a few days. Don't you worry about it?" I said, He went to the glass window and watched Grandma lying on the bed. She was surrounded by heavy equipment and looked extremely weak. "Do you know it was her who accepted an orphan like me in the Marcov family? Everyone was against her but she accepted me anyway. She never let me feel that I was adopted. She loved me wholeheartedly." Dylan spoke, I rested my hand on his shoulder. I realised why Grandma meant him so much. He values the people who were with him when he had nothing.