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Mistaken 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
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Asher’s POV Of all the scenerios that Asher ran through his head of why his grandmother urgently wanted to see him, meeting a woman was not on the list. Before Asher could fully process his irritation, Serena’s voice broke through his thoughts.“Well.”He turned to her, watching as she moved toward one of the armchairs and gracefully took a seat. She crossed one leg over the other, completely at ease. This meeting or whatever was not going to be long, so he wondered why she was taking a seat.“That was entertaining,” she mused, resting her chin on her hand and smiling at him.Asher arched a brow, still standing. He didn’t return the smile at all. “Glad you think so.” He muttered.She smirked. “You look like you’d rather be anywhere else.” She said in a low voice. If there was one thing he had noticed about Serena since she walked into the sunroom, it had to be the overconfidence she had in herself. She was putting up a bold stance and Asher couldn’t wait to wipe that stupid smile o
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Mistaken Identity 79.
Avery’s POVShe sniffled, pressing her forehead to his chest. She was calming down, that was good. Maybe, somewhere within her heart, she had assumed that she was someone else.Silence fell between them again, thick and heavy.“I don’t understand,” she whispered after a while. “Why would he do this? Why would he take away my identity?”Asher knew who Avery was referring to. He didn’t have the answers to those questions, only Wellesley knew why he had done what he had done.“I don’t know,” Asher said, brushing her hair back. “But I promise you, we’ll find out. I’ll help you, Avery—Raina—we’ll get to the bottom of it.”She looked up at him, eyes red and puffy. “But who even knows Raina Ross? How do I start? Where do I go from here?” she muttered.Asher hesitated. She was already spiraling. But she needed a way forward, a next step. He should have thought of that when he had seen the results. She wasn’t one to dwell on something without looking for a solution to move forward.Finally, sh
Mistaken Identity 79.
Asher’s POVAsher’s tires rolled quietly onto the driveway, the rhythmic ticking of the cooling engine echoing in the still afternoon air. The white envelope rested on the passenger seat like a loaded weapon, its contents heavier than paper and ink. He didn’t reach for it immediately. Instead, The second he pulled into the driveway, he grabbed his phone and called Nolan. He wasn’t sure how the conversation with Avery would go, but one thing he didn’t want to do, was get back into the car or let her get behind the driving steering to go pick the boys up from school.The line picked up after the first ring.“Asher?” Nolan answered. The concern in his voice was very clear. “ How did it go?” He asked.Nolan already knew why Asher had gone to the hospital. He had been the one who had recommended Dr. Meyers to Asher for a confidential DNA test.“As fine as it can be expected… it’s just a confirmation of what I already knew.” He answered. That should be enough to give Nolan a clue about wha
Mistaken Identity 78.
Asher’s POVAsher stormed through the hospital lobby, ignoring the curious looks thrown his way. His shoes hit the polished floor with deliberate, clipped steps. His wasn't necessarily an outright emergency, but he would be damned if he should drag his feet to the doctor's office. He just had to do this and get it done with.The elevators were too slow for his liking, so he opted for the stairs, taking them two at a time until he reached the third floor where Dr. Meyers’ office was located. It also helped with his cardio exercises, since he couldn't recall the last time he had visited the gym.He's been too busy lately that he had been pushing going to the gym. His body already was worked up even without being in the gym, with all his busy schedules.The moment he stepped into the quiet, sterile hallway, the door at the end opened as if they had been waiting for him, and Dr. Meyers himself appeared, clipboard in hand.“Mr. Storm,” the doctor said, offering a tight, professional smile
Mistaken Identity 77.
Asher’s POVAsher leaned back in his chair, hands steepled thoughtfully in front of him as he listened to the man across the desk pitch yet another real estate development proposal. Ever since investors and other business minded people heard about Storm Capitals looking into construction of apartments buildings, they've been swarming his office. Within the space of two weeks, Asher had received more proposals than he could count. Some of the proposals were sent through email, some were hardcopies. He didn't know why they thought he would need one to build apartment buildings.He sighed for the umpteenth time, flipping to the next page of the proposal. It was not as if he knew what he was reading. Hell, he wasn't reading it, he was just trying to make sure that the man in front of him saw him going through it, so he doesn't get accused of favoring someone else's proposal.His office was bathed in the soft afternoon light pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, castin
Mistaken Identity 76.
Asher’s POVAsher recoiled at the idea of drinking tea with his grandmother. He didn’t drink tea, coffee was better, but there was no way he would find coffee in the Storm mansion. His family was an advocate for tea. It was understandable, since they had a tea making company.He settled beside her on the plush loveseat while Wilson poured the tea, leaving shortly after to give them privacy.His grandmother watched him for a long moment, studying his face. “You’ve been running from home.” She said, looking away.Asher blinked. It hadn’t even been up to a month that he last visited. “I’ve been busy—” he muttered, knowing that she was aware of the deal Storm Capitals had been fighting for these past few weeks.“No. Not from this house. From your roots.” Her tone was soft, but firm. “From yourself.”He looked away for a moment, then back at her. “I haven’t been running. I’ve just… needed space.” He replied. He knew what she was referring to and didn’t want to get to it.Someone had to tak
Mistaken Identity 75.
Asher’s POVThe next morning, the sky was overcast, casting a dull silver light over the city. Avery and the kids were already settling in at his place, and he had the intention of staying with them for the day, but something urgent came up.Asher drove in silence, one hand on the wheel, the other tapping rhythmically against his thigh. Nolan was sitting beside him, but he had his earpods on, which meant that he wasn't ready to talk and was working.He wasn’t sure what this visit would bring, only that he owed it. He should have been doing this with Julian, but the guy checked out, leaving him on his own to see his grandmother. His grandmother had asked to see him; them—and when she asked, you didn’t keep her waiting.The long driveway leading to the house felt familiar, even after all these years. The sprawling estate hadn’t changed much. Neatly trimmed hedges lined the path, and the familiar rose bushes clustered in bursts of white and pink just beside the grand entrance. As his ca
Mistaken Identity 74.
Asher’s POVAsher nodded. “I’ll come with you.” He said.They walked down the hall together and found Neal and Noel sitting on the edge of Neal’s bed, both boys looking up as the door creaked open.“Is he gone?” Neal asked immediately they entered the room.“Yes,” Avery said, stepping into the room. “He won’t be back.”Noel slid off the bed and padded over to Asher, hugging his legs tightly. Asher picked him up without hesitation, holding him close.“Are you mad?” Neal asked quietly. “At us?”Avery knelt in front of him immediately. “No. Never. This isn’t your fault, baby.”Neal’s eyes dropped. “I just heard yelling. I didn’t know if we did something…” he mumbled.It broke Asher’s heart to hear Neal think that what had happened was their fault.“You didn’t,” Asher said firmly, sitting beside him. “That man… he was wrong to come here. He upset your mom. But none of this is on you.”Neal nodded slowly, chewing his bottom lip.“Hey,” Asher said gently, reaching out to tap Neal chest. “Yo
Mistaken Identity 73.
Asher’s POV Asher’s mind reeled, his blood pulsing hot in his veins. What kind of twisted, manipulative evil was this? What grandfather stood in a woman’s living room and threatened to rip her children away like that—as if she were some pawn in his game? As if Neal and Noel weren’t living, breathing children with a mother who had sacrificed everything for them?What kind of man even said that?Asher moved suddenly, too fast to think. The room blurred around him, all his restraint cracking under the weight of fury.But before he could get to Wellesley, Avery stepped between them. Her hand pressed firmly against his chest, holding him back.He stared down at her, wild with disbelief—her touch grounding him when everything inside him screamed to act.He didn’t know exactly what he would have done if he’d gotten to where Wellesley stood—but one thing was certain:The man wouldn’t still be standing.Avery’s face went pale, but her chin lifted in defiance as she stared at Wellesley. “You t
Mistaken Identity 72.
Asher’s POVThe old man was still in his three piece suit, which meant that he had come there from work. It must have been urgent if he was showing up in Avery’s house. From what he knew, Wellesley had never been to Avery’s place before.Wellesley stood up from the couch as they entered. “So it’s true. You two are… whatever this is.” He said, waving his hand in the air in front of them.His voice dripped with disdain, his eyes settling briefly—and coldly—on Noel in Asher’s arms. It must have pissed him more than he was showing that another man was carrying his grandson if the way he clenched his fist was anything to go by.Asher’s eyes however remained locked on the man in front of him—Mr. Wellesley. Avery’s father-in-law. The same man she had called “Grandfather” out of respect and tradition, now standing uninvited in her home like he still had any right to be there.After all the shit the old man had pulled, he should be ashamed to be in front of Asher, hell, even Avery. Of course W
