Ashley POVI wore the yellow satin gown and walked out of the changing room. "Wow Miss Diana, you looked amazing." The makeover artist praised me. I smiled at her and watched my reflection in the mirror. I realised I looked more beautiful than I imagined.Even though I had not tried this dress in the department store, It fit me well."Alright, Let me give you a little glow-up." She said and I rested on the chair. She applied foundation and light blush on my cheeks. "The party is huge. Is anything special? Mr. Dylan had invited every famous guest. Everyone wondered what the exact reason was for holding such a great party. It has not been revealed yet."She asked me. How can I tell her it's my divorce party? I chuckled."Is it your birthday? It must be something special for him. Media is dying to get a look at you, please promote my Salon"She muttered. “Obviously, I will. You are my favourite makeup artist by the way.”She was a celebrity stylist I always heard about. Today she came
Ashley POV"You must be thinking that I am a girl with no identity and background, now engaged to Dylan Marcov. I must have hit a jackpot." I stared at a few people who accused me of being a gold digger. Many objected to my managing director’s position. "But in reality, I am Ashley Weber, the only daughter of the Weber family. I am not Diana but Ashley. The lost heiress of the Weber group.”I said and the entire hall was filled with mutter. Some did not believe whatever I said. I read the expressions of people who seemed lost with my confession."How could we believe it? What if she is lying? Ashley Weber died a few years ago. We know how Ashley Weber previously scammed the entire group.”Grandpa’s nephew came forward and spoke. It was something that stopped me from revealing myself. I took a deep breath."I have not carried the fake DNA like previous girls but I have regained my memory and remember every part of my life. I even remember the person who played an important part in my
"See how shamelessly she is smiling,” Melissa said and I was stunned listening to her. “You must be very happy today. Am I right Diana? Sorry Heiress Ashley Weber?”Mellissa taunted me the same way she used to. My jaw clenched, they were again here to ruin my special day. Today I regained my memories after many years. “What brings you here? What do you want now?” My eyes tapered, Mellisa and Andy both had sore eyes as if they had cried too much. Vini was also staring at me angrily."You turned out to be an heiress. You are living a good life, but for this, you have spoiled our son's life. How could you be this happy when you make him suffer the most?"Mellissa spoke. The people gathered around us and started muttering. They again got the topic for gossip. "What are you talking about? Alex and I had divorced a long time ago. We had already finalised our divorce and were no longer connected. How can I spoil his life?"I asked her. “You even forget that he saved your life, give you a
Dylan POV“Take the car to the Weber group," I said and Fred stared at me in shock."What are you looking at? Why didn't you inform me that Alex went into a coma?" I scoffed. We would have taken him to the States for treatment. He had saved Ashley once, I never wanted to take his life anyway."Boss, it was your special day and I didn't want to spoil it for you." He said, I frowned when I heard that."You spoiled it anyway. Get the car to the Weber group.” I ordered.He nodded and moved the steering. The car pulled in front of the Weber group. “Boss, women love softness.” Fred gestured at the flower mart and smiled.“Do you have a girlfriend?” I asked him annoyingly. I had never seen him with a woman so perhaps he doesn’t have one.“I have a wife.” He said and my brows arched. “And six children.” My brows knitted at this. I went to the flower mart and brought a bunch of roses for Ashley. “Fifteen dollars.” He said and I handed the money. I entered the Weber group building, My gaze
Ashley POV The next morning I packed my luggage and walked out of the Weber house. Only Alan knew where I was heading. Grandpa would be tense if he found out about my office tour. Since I returned, he was too worried about me and didn't allow me to leave the city. “Isn’t your luggage too heavy for an office tour?” Alan asked me. “We were going to stay there for two days because I had no idea how long I needed to convince the CEO of raw materials.” “I am telling you why don’t you use our family chopper to reach there.” “I am not meeting him as a daughter of Weber, but just an employee of Weber group.” I said. "Alright. Call me if you need anything." Alan instructed. I nodded and I stuffed the luggage in the car. "Take care of Grandpa. Bye." I waved at him and drove to the werber group. It was five thirty but Lucas was nowhere to be seen. "Did he change his mind?" I muttered and called him. Fortunately he responded to my call. "Where are you, Lucas? I am near
Dylan POVFlashback I already heard her conversation with Lucas about buying raw materials. Their departure was the next morning so I planned everything strategically. By evening, I arrived in Hallfrey City and stayed in the Barrington Hotel. I bought this company and registered it under Fred's name. But Lucas was a big headache. Even after firing him, he didn't stop. I didn't want him to get in the same car as her but I knew Ashley was extremely punctual about time. I called Alan to help me with that.“Mr. Dylan. Have you called me because my sister is not picking up your phone?” He said. I pressed my lips into a thin line. Why does this brother and sister both have the same temper?"I would be thankful to you if you stopped your sister from going to Hallfrey City. Can you do that?" I said.If he was not my brother-in-law, I would have taught him a lesson for talking to me like this. "Why did you hit Alex? Why were you trying to hurt my sister?" Alan asked annoyingly. I scratche
Ashley POVWhen I walked out of the changing room, Dylan had taken off his shirt and was wearing only shorts. The room temperature was warm so the outside snowy atmosphere didn't affect him at all."What is this?" I asked while gesturing to his body. His perfectly placed abs and fit body lured me many times but I avoided looking at it."I sleep without clothes. Why are you acting like you don't know it?" He said. I pressed my lips. Two days sleeping without him and I feel it's new. Or I was scared that I couldn't act angry for long. He jumped on the bed and patted beside him."Come on, let's sleep." He spoke mischievously. My eyes narrowed. Sleeping? Will he actually let me sleep? "What's that? Why haven't you changed your clothes yet?" Dylan asked me with a puzzled face as his eyes darted over my towel. "I did," I said as I pulled my towel that exposed that sexy pink lace nightdress which showed my skin more than it should hide. The lace at the hem and chest area made it look ext
Dylan POV"Boss, we caught a man who was disguised as a traffic officer last evening," Fred informed me. I knew that my men would catch him within a few hours. I didn't care to capture him last evening because I didn't want to scare Ashley off. I knew they couldn't run away from the city on their own feet. "Alright, just lock him up in the office basement and don't touch him until I tell you to do so.""Why boss? Didn't he want to harm Miss Weber? We should teach him a lesson." Fred was aggressive. "No, I need to handle him in my way," I said and Fred agreed.I didn't want to make the same mistake I did with Alex. Sometimes we need to use a person's weakness against them rather than giving them physical pain. It breaks them deeply and gives them such a wound that they are never able to be healed by it. I would make this person spill everything about his employer."And what about Lucas? What did you find about him?" I deliberately sent Lucas with Fred. He was stuck with Ashley like
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.