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Mistaken Identity 11.
Avery's POVThe realization settled uneasily in her chest like she needed to hear that name from his lips. Now look who’s obsessed about a stranger, she thought.He had spent every moment since they met insisting that she was someone else. That she was Raina Ross. Yet, here they were, talking about flowers as if she were just… Avery.Here in the quiet of the garden, he wasn’t saying her name. She could no longer ignore that fact, so she decided to raise it up.“Why aren’t you calling me Raina?” she asked, breaking the silence.Asher’s gaze flickered toward her, unreadable. He didn’t speak, just studied her. Perhaps searching deeply in her eyes for something.Avery swallowed. “You’ve been so obsessed with the idea that I’m her. And now, suddenly, you’re not saying her name.” she said.Asher’s jaw tensed, but he said nothing.Something inside her pushed forward. Avery didn’t know why she felt this way. Why suddenly, she cared about the identity of someone she didn’t know, but it unsettl
Last Updated : 2025-02-28Mistaken Identity 12.
Asher’s POVThe ride home was quiet; well, at least for Asher, before Nolan had opened his mouth. He still had a lot to process over his conversation with Avery. He was eighty percent sure that she was Raina and perhaps a DNA test or a confirmation from her would seal the deal.He had confirmed the mole present on her shoulder, but that could also be a coincidence, just like her face could be. Asher was just leaving room for trial and error, because he was sure that the woman he had sat with at the party that night was Raina.The soft hum of the car engine filled the air as the vehicle glided through the quiet streets. Asher sat in the backseat, legs stretched out, gaze fixed on the passing cityscape. It had been a long day, and he would have preferred silence for the ride home.But with Nolan sitting beside him, that was never an option. Peace was hard to come by when Nolan was in the back seat with him. It had not crossed his mind earlier to send the man to the front seat.He knew
Last Updated : 2025-02-28Mistaken Identity 13.
Asher’s POVHe pushed open the door and entered the house quietly and swiftly. He only took three steps before he paused, looking at the occupant in his house.There, sitting comfortably in his living room like he owned the place, was none other than Julian.Asher’s stance shifted ever so slightly from attack mode to mild exasperation. His shoulders dropped as he exhaled a sharp breath. He would have been very pissed, but he had lost the strength to even do anything.Figures. He should’ve known. Especially when Julian was in town. How the man had guessed his security lock was a mystery to him. Asher remembered changing it recently.Julian looked up, entirely unbothered, a glass of what looked like whiskey in his hand. Julian was here in his house, drinking his fucking whiskey. The audacity. “Took you long enough,” Julian mused, “and before you start thinking if you locked the door, you actually did, just that I guessed the lock code… again.” He explained.Asher closed the door behind
Last Updated : 2025-02-28Mistaken Identity 14.
Asher’s POVMorning light crept in through the blinds, casting soft shadows across the room. Asher groaned, rubbing his temples as the dull throb in his head made itself known.He had dreaded waking up that morning and had even stayed longer in bed just so he could avoid moving his head that was aching, around.It had taken him far too long to fall asleep last night. Even after Julian left, his thoughts had remained tangled, circling back to Avery. Rest had not come easily. He had thought of ways that he could stop this feelings he had for Avery from progressing, but it couldn’t.His entire mind was clouded with pictures of her even as he had just woken up.Last night, to shake of the thoughts of Avery, he had poured himhadself a glass of wine, hoping it would help, but all it did was keep him awake longer. He had even thought of going out that night, perhaps to a bar, but ignored his inner mind.Every since the incident seven years ago, Asher had never stepped his foot into a bar or
Last Updated : 2025-02-28Mistaken Identity 15.
Asher’s POVThe detective led him through a series of hallways, past the office area. The fluorescent lights above casting a sterile glow as they walked by towards the forensic department. They stopped in front of a heavy metal door, and Callahan swiped his keycard to unlock it.As they stepped inside, the scent of antiseptic and cold steel filled the air. The forensic department was dimly lit, the walls lined with stainless steel compartments.A medical examiner stood by one of the slabs, his face unreadable as he nodded in acknowledgment. Callahan turned to face Asher.“Are you ready?” he asked, studying Asher’s face.Asher gave a curt nod, though his fingers twitched at his sides. He really wasn’t ready and he wasn’t sure that he would ever be ready. But this was happening whether he wanted it or not. He braced himself for what was coming next.The examiner pulled the body out, slowly unzipping the bag. As soon as Asher saw it, his breath hitched. He had seen dead bodies before, bu
Last Updated : 2025-02-28Mistaken Identity 16.
Asher’s POV Asher stepped out of the car, straightening his jacket as his gaze flicked up to the grand mansion before him. The estate held his grandmother’s residence, as well as his uncles and aunts who also have their residence inside the estate. His family believed in living together and because most of them had families of their own, his late grandfather had acquired a large acres of land with more space than anyone could imagine. That way, they could build their houses inside the estate and still live close together. He was the only one who had chosen to live outside the estate after he had come of age, just as he had chosen to start his own company instead of working for the family. A decision that he had fought tooth and nail for and even got reminded by his grandmother constantly that it was the most foolish decision that he could have ever made. She would call him sometimes to nag about how she couldn’t visit him anymore because he was living far away from his family i
Last Updated : 2025-02-28Mistaken Identity 17.
Asher’s POV That was all Asher needed to know. His grandmother was an impulsive buyer and she would sometimes buy something just to be the one at the top, especially if her competitors are people she wanted to beat so badly. He sighed. Alena Georgia Storm, once again had beaten someone by throwing more money on the table. Nice one grandma, Asher thought. They arrived at the sunroom, its grand glass doors allowing the late afternoon light to spill into the hallway. Wilson knocked once, then pulled the door open for him. Asher stepped forward but paused in the doorway, glancing back at the butler who turned around to leave. “Leaving me alone with the lioness, huh?” He whispered. Whenever he was meeting with his grandmother, Asher always wanted a buffer around, especially someone that could stand by his side. Usually, it was Wilson or Nolan on some few occasions, but now it was just him. Wilson chuckled, a rare moment of amusement crossing his features. “You’re on your own now
Last Updated : 2025-02-28Mistaken Identity 18.
Asher’s POVHis grandmother smiled faintly. “You always run when the conversation turns uncomfortable.” She said. She knew that he hated being watched and had gone ahead to do it.He chuckled, walking toward the door. “And yet, you always call me back and still try to control my life anyway.” He fired back. By now, she would have noticed that he was not pleased with her actions.As he reached for the handle, she spoke once more.“Be careful, Asher. You’re not the only one watching Avery.” She warned.Avery. He paused in his steps. Who else was watching Avery. The woman had just returned back to the states and had only showed up during the party. No one knew her well yet. So who was watching her and how come his grandmother knew?Except… his grandmother was trying to buy time. She had not wanted to tell him anything about Avery earlier, or why she was warning him about her, so knowing his grandmother, she was not going to say anything.It just occurred to him that she had used Avery as
Last Updated : 2025-03-01
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Mistaken Identity 39.
Asher's POVNolan sighed and stood up. Asher expected him to leave, but he didn’t. Instead, he remained standing in front of Asher’s desk, arms crossed, watching him with that sharp, knowing gaze.“I don’t like that look on your face,” Nolan muttered.Asher arched a brow. “What look?” he asked.“The one that says you’re about to go nuclear,” Nolan replied, biting his lower lip.Asher let out a humorless chuckle. “If Wellesley wants to play games, I’m making sure he regrets it,” he said with a wide smile.Nolan sighed. “I get it, I do. But this isn’t just business anymore, Asher. This is personal,” he stated.Asher leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping against the desk. He wasn’t the one who started this; he was only continuing what Mr. Wellesley had started.“It was personal the second he dragged Avery and the boys into this. The second he tried to control her life like she’s some puppet by releasing those pictures.” His voice was calm, but there was steel underneath it.Asher kne
Mistaken Identity 38
Asher's POVAsher leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling for a moment before finally answering. "She's been through a lot. And I don't want to be another complication in her life. I want to take it slowly, so it doesn't feel rushed. I want her to feel, Nolan." He explained.He knew how he usually was with his emotions. Asher usually came on strong and tends to be very dominant and assertive, especially when it came to people he cared about. But with Avery, there was this need to handle her with a lot of care and affection.Asher had an idea of what Avery had been through and had to face in her life. He couldn't imagine waking up from an accident after six months, and then having a child. Not just one, but two. The mental trauma that she had to face knowing that she had not just almost lost her life, but also her memories, would be devastating.Staying in the Wellesley family would also be traumatizing for anyone who didn't carry the Wellesley blood. He knew Mr. Wellesley and
Mistaken Identity 37.
Asher's POVNolan scoffed, shaking his head. "Yeah, it's Avery, huh? I know. She's been on your mind since that day at the mall." He muttered.Asher rolled his eyes and grabbed the document again, pretending to focus. He hoped that his lack of response would give Nolan the message that he's not interested in having this discussion with him at all.Of course, Nolan knew. The guy was like his shadow. Come to think of it, Asher had not been this distracted from work for a very long time. He was always laser focused and effective, so it was easy for Nolan to notice that he was not 100% focused.Nolan must have picked up on a thing or two from their interactions and his activities. And honestly, Asher wouldn't be surprised if Nolan knew more than he was letting on.Asher let out a slow breath, flipping through the document as if that would be enough to dismiss theconversation. But Nolan wasn't one to let things slide so easily, especially not when he smelled something worth digging into.
Mistaken Identity 36.
Asher's POVThe only thing that had been on Asher's mind since he had walked into his office that morning was Avery and the boys. Hell, even after he left Avery's place last night, they still lingered in his thoughts.No matter how much he tried to push the thoughts away, they kept resurfacing, filling his mind with memories of the previous day. He keeps checking the time, wondering when he would see them again. It wasn't just Avery, but the boys too.Spending time with them had done something to him-something he hadn't been prepared for. It made his heart beat faster and brought that longing for a family. Not that he didn't have one; he did, but he wanted a family of his own.Seeing Avery laugh, watching the boys run around without a care in the world, had warmed a part of his heart that he had long buried. It felt... right. And that scared him more than he was willing to admit.At first, it had been about finding Raina Ross, then proving that Avery Wellesley was Raina Ross and the r
Mistaken Identity 35.
Avery's POV He glared at her, his anger clearly showing on his face. But there was something else beneath his anger—something that felt like fear. He feared the Storms and she was going to use that against him.For the first time, she wondered what grandfather Wellesley wasn’t telling her. Was it her past or his past. She had not seen anything about a conflict between the Wellesley and the Storms. Hell, he had invited the Storms to his birthday celebration, though only Asher had showed up.Avery’s anger boiled over. “If you want anyone to get married, perhaps you should consider your daughters and leave me the hell alone!” she snapped.They were both unmarried and had the Wellesley blood running through their veins. They would be better candidates than her.Grandfather only laughed, the sound low and humorless, like she had made a useless comment. “You think I haven’t tried them? You must be joking.” His eyes gleamed with something dark, something final. “End whatever business you ha
Mistaken Identity 34.
Avery's POVShe took a step forward, her voice firm. “And what if I was interested in him? At least he wouldn’t be a business deal disguised as a husband.” she said.At this point, Avery didn't care about what he was going to say or do with her. She had not known Asher for long, but she felt the need to be on his side.Grandfather slammed his palm on the table. “That man is nothing but trouble! He’s not one of us! The Storms have always been reckless, always standing below us, the Wellesleys, in status and power. Do you really think I’d let you throw away your future on a man who can’t even secure his own?” he spat.Avery swallowed the anger rising in her throat. This was it. Grandfather was really intimidated by the storm. She wondered if they had any history between them; the Storms and the Wellesleys, that would cause him to act this way. …And below us? She didn't know if he was exaggerating or simply denying reality, but it was an obvious and clear fact to everyone that no family
Mistaken Identity 33.
Avery's POVWithout acknowledging her protest, he pointed at the first photograph, expecting her to listen to him.“Charles Kensington,” he began. “Heir to the Kensington shipping empire. His family controls nearly half the trade routes along the East Coast. A man like him would ensure your financial security for a lifetime.” he explained.Avery eyed the picture. Charles was in his late thirties, clean-shaven, with the kind of sharp features that spoke of old money and entitlement. Somehow like Asher, but something was different with Charles. She just couldn't place it.He looked stiff, like someone who had never laughed a day in his life. Did grandfather really think that this man was suiting for her? She has kids and he was suggesting she marry a stuck-up asshole like this.She looked back at her grandfather. “Security? I don’t need security. I have more than enough money of my own, thanks to Henry.” Avery muttered.Henry had left a huge amount of money for her. The family knew abou
Mistaken Identity 32.
Avery's POV"Come sit down. I’m not done," Grandfather ordered, leaving no room for argument.Avery sighed, regretting that she hadn’t walked out of her grandfather's office sooner. She was done with this conversation, no matter what he said. Because if he kept pushing, she was going to lose her temper.She was already mentally exhausted from trying to convince him that she knew what was best for herself and her sons.As if sensing her frustration, grandfather sighed and gestured toward the couch."We have more to discuss, Avery. I didn’t just call you here about a job in the company. Come sit, please." He reclaimed his seat, waiting for her.She didn't know why it had taken her this long to finally break free from him. Maybe because she was depending solely on him after her accident, so he now feels that he had the keys to her life.Avery let out another sigh and walked back to the couch, slumping onto it with exaggerated exhaustion. Whatever he had to say next, she already knew it w
Mistaken Identity 31.
Avery’s POV“You don’t think I know that? Every decision I make is about my sons. But that doesn’t mean I have to take the first job thrown at me just because it’s safe and offers stability.” She told him, trying to calm herself.“This isn’t just any job,” he countered. “This is a career. A future for your sons.”A future he controlled, right? She knew what he was not saying. A future for her sons means that one day, they would take over the company and the first step to doing that is for her to work for him. If it were something else, it would have been easier to consider, but a reporter?She had wondered about her past career before, but never once had she imagined she had been a reporter. It felt foreign. Like something that didn’t belong to her. And the way he had brushed off her question? It only made her more suspicious.She took a slow breath. Calm down. Think this through, she chanted in her head. Was she ready to let go of her sons future for her own selfish dreams? What woul
