"Adrian, if it is okay I would like to have dinner with you sometime next week. Your mom told me you're around for the week" she proposed, looking at him with a hint of eagerness in her eyes.
"Yes Adrian, I feel you guys should have lunch and catch up with each other. It's been a while" Caelia's mother spoke up, looking to Eleanor for support. Adrian looked at his mother who made a gesture to agree and then looked at his uncle who had a neutral stance. "I apologize Caelia, I will not be able to join you for lunch. I have a lot of matters to settle here during the week" Caelia's face reddened in embarrassment and she bit her lips. "I will ask my secretary to arrange for an appointment for you, just tell him where you want to go" he added, signalling to his secretary who came forward. Caelia was about refusing but he gave no room for rebuttal, he stood up to leave. Eleanor placed her hand on her back encouraging her and she nodded obediently. "I will discuss with him later" she whispered to her, and then told her to go play with the others. She stood up and greeted the rest before leaving to find Clarissa and Co. Later in the night, on the second floor of the Cagliari mansion, Adrian was in his study attending to issues. Word of mouth had gone round about his arrival in Italy and sure enough, he was swarmed with various proposals, contracts reviews and diplomatic matters. Adrian Cagliari was currently holding a meeting with the executive staff of Cagliari industries from various sectors. He was accompanied by his trusty secretary Mr Turner. The meeting went on till 11pm before coming to a close. He asked his secretary to retire for the evening and left to his room, he met his mother sitting in front of his room door in her wheelchair with a maid waiting for him. "I want to have a word with you briefly" she told him, he reached to open the door for her to enter. His room was spacious and had a minimalist design, this was mostly because he was not around much and he instructed that no one was allowed to tamper with his personal belongings. Eleanor signalled that he sits on the bed but he refused, implying that the conversation should be brief. "Since you're like this, I might as well get to the point. I want you to get closer to Caelia. It was not very nice of you to turn down her invitation" Adrian stilled for a second, knowing where the conversation was heading to. "Mother..." he tried but his mother silenced him. "I have allowed you do as you wished thus far, but I will not sit idly again. The LaRosa family has been your father's great companion when he was alive and their daughter has been your childhood friend. This arrangement was bound to happen eventually, you should stop avoiding Caelia and start building a relationship with her" Eleanor chided her son. She regretted not getting the engagement fixed earlier; by now they should have a child running in the mansion. Caelia likes her son a lot so she feels that should be enough. "Mother, I do not feel Caelia would be a suitable match for me. I don't want to be unnecessarily burdened by my father's promises. I think you should have your rest now" he concluded, gesturing for the maid to take her to rest. On their way out, they saw Turner rush into the room. "What is it" he grunted out, changing into his night robe and getting ready for bed. "Boss, I have more news about Ashleigh Hartman" he said, and proceeded to brief him about their findings. At the end of his report, a spark of surprise flashed in Adrian's eyes, followed by a low chuckle. "Is that so?" He mused, strolling lazily to his window in thought. He then made a quick resolve and asked for Turner to contact his private lawyer. ************** It had been two weeks since the incident occurred and since then Ashleigh had a peaceful life working at Tixton. Mrs. Smith had been pardoned by the CEO and was given a higher position in a shocking turn of events. She used her new position and ensured Ashleigh was in charge of training the new recruits. This was a perk of having a family member in a position of authority. Despite all this Ashleigh maintained her calm demeanour, she guided the new staff accordingly and did her work as it was due. This made her earn a few friends from the recruits and from staff members around who saw her during work hours. Ashleigh loved her current work life and had saved a lot for college, so she began preparing as well. Currently she was in the general cafeteria having lunch with her friends James and Fiona, they sat at the back of the cafeteria, near the break room where the kitchen staff stayed. They had gotten their food and were busy chatting on various things. James was a tall lanky guy that did not seem capable of manual labour but he was a lot stronger than he looked. James was about 5"8, had a rather tan complexion with a dreamy face while Fiona is a fun- sized girl, who is shorter than Ashleigh so they chose to call her that. They were both two years older than Ashleigh and looked after her like their baby, she liked to ship them for jokes but each time they shut it down. As they discussed, Fiona looked around the cafeteria before nudging Ashleigh hard. "What was that about?" she complained, rubbing her shoulder to relieve the pain. "Uhmmmm, isn't that Mr Cagliari's secretary walking towards us?" she yelled silently, pointing at Mr turner who was indeed coming this way. Ashleigh gave a polite smile as he neared their table which he returned. "Sorry to disturb your lunch, but I would like to see Miss Hartman" he explained quickly, facing Ashleigh. "Okay I guess" she responded sceptical about everything, but still standing up to leave with him. As she left, she turned to see Fiona and James mouthing questions like "what's going on?", "what did she do?" and all that to which she shook her head to deny knowing anything. They soon made their way to the first floor and he led her to the private elevator, she stopped him. "Don't you want to talk to me about something?" she questioned and Turner waved his hands. "I'm sorry for the confusion Miss Hartman, it is the CEO who would like to see you" He cleared up and her heart stopped for a second.She wondered why Mr. Cagliari wanted to see her as Mr Turner pressed the button to open the private elevator. "Are you sure? I can take the stairs" she suggested but he stood firm and she entered; as they made their way up her mind ran in circles as she thought of what could make the CEO want to see her. She has had no complaints so far and had no reason to see him as well, she would only know when she gets there. Once again, she found herself on the fourth floor of the company, which was known as the executive floor. This was where the office of the president was here and his vice president, although he has never met him before. They walked past the conference room to the end of the hall where a door was labelled CEO in gold. "You may go in" he gestured as he opened the door and she walked in. The space was wide, and it was furnished exquisitely with Italian furniture, she was astonished at how wide a room can be. Her eyes roamed around the place before landing on the couch to see
"Whatever I want to know about my parents I can find out myself" she retorted and he chuckled at her. He truly admired her courage and naivety, thinking she would be able to find out about her parents so easily. "My dear..." he drawled, running his hands through her hair playfully. "Be my guest. You would be dead at the first try. Your Aunty Smith knows this very well, your case is not as simple as you think it is" he continued. Her fiery gaze tugged at his heart string wildly, he liked her little acts of defiance even though she is a shivering leaf. "I am the only one that can guarantee your safety. You can only walk naively around this world for long but they are lurking in the shadows, waiting for you. Once you step out of your shell, trust me your head would be in your hands. But don't take it from me though, find out for yourself how long you can survive out there" he drawled, gesturing for her to leave. Ashleigh was filled with fear at this point, she looked at Mr. Cagl
"Ashleigh!" the voice shrieked and she jolted out of her seat to see James laughing his head off.She hit him repeatedly as she tried to still her heart and after a while he started apologizing when her hits became more painful."You went missing after that call from the secretary so I came to find you" he said, sitting on the chair which she finished dusting."I'm sorry James, I just have a lot on my mind right now" she muttered as she wiped the desk down with a wet rag."Why? What was the meeting about? You just left with the hot secretary and didn't give us the tea after" he complained and Ashleigh stopped what she was doing. She spun to face in him surprise."Wait.... James!!" She exclaimed as James scratched his hair sheepishly."Well... he looks fine but he's always out of it anytime I see him" he admitted and Ashleigh laughed loudly.She had only a few interactions with Mr. Turner and they were very polite and sho
The next day at a private law firm, Adrian Cagliari stood in a private lounge provided to him by his lawyer. The room was moderately sized and had been moderately furnished; with a window that stretched from one wall to another with a view of the gate, one could see who was entering and leaving but someone standing outside couldn't see in. Adrian stood at the window wearing a blue coloured suit with a black shirt, his hair slicked back gel and he had a chilly aura around him. This devilishly handsome man peered at the window, sipping the coffee in his hands slowly. "Boss, I just spoke with the driver you sent, he mentioned that Miss Ashleigh refused taking the car and said she will make her way here by herself" Turner reported and Adrian glanced at his watch, frowning deeply as Ashleigh was already an hour late . Adrian's major pet peeve was lateness and people who came late; he was of the opinion that everything had a particular time at which it should happen, this makes the o
"I feel we should talk about the living arrangements. After you left the office with your aunt yesterday I made some arrangements" he started the conversation, and Ashleigh looked at him keenly."Aunt I have arranged for a penthouse for you, it is not too far from where we will stay so she can come and visit you at any time" Ashleigh frowned, looking to her aunt who looked pleased at the arrangements but was hesitant."Adrian I feel this is not necessary, I am supposed to give you both a gift instead" she refused gently but Adrian was firm in his stance."Aunt I feel this is very trivial compared to the gift you have given me. Besides, I will be assured of your well-being if you stay in the place I have arranged for you. It is much more safer" Mrs Smith knew she eventually had to give in so she nodded calmly, thanking him.Ashleigh on the other hand was petrified at the thought of staying with him and immediately raised her objection."I
According to Mr Cagliari, she should have to look the part of a CEO's wife in every aspect, that meant not taking any of her thrift or store bought clothes. They were also taken for a spa session where there had all services offered to them as VVIP's of the place, Ashleigh had a much needed facial and hair treatment and she looked more appealing. Her face now had a dewy look, her round eyes were more prominent due to the lash treatments, her coffee- brown hair now looked more healthier and grew rapidly than before making it thick, with the curls framing her face. The man in question was not around, she was informed by the butler that he is on a business trip and any information will be passed on by him. "He claimed to be annoyed me but still did this much for I and my aunt when he is not supposed to be bothered. Business trip my foot" she thought to herself as she listened to Mr. Atkinson. This changes no matter how subtle she was, still showed and caug
She pushed the lid and it popped open to reveal a pair of beautiful rose gold rings placed on the velvet cushion. One was plain, the other one had princess cut diamonds carefully arranged around the band of the ring, glistening brightly. Ashleigh's eyes widened at the sight of the rings, Adrian nodded satisfied with the work Beau had done. "We got married a few days ago. Won't it be weird that we do not have wedding rings as a couple?" Adrian spoke up, turning Ashleigh's chair to face his direction and pulling it closer to him. He took the ring box from the table and propped it with his hands for her to see it closely. "What do you think? Isn't it nice?" he asked, raising it to her eyes for closer inspection. Ashleigh watched as each diamond shimmered at every contact with sunlight and then to Adrian. "It's beautiful" she approved, Adrian smiled warmly. He placed the box on the table, reached for her right hand and grabbed
He grabbed the hand placed on her laps and held them firmly in his palms as he feigned a pondering expression. "I guess you did not understand the contract clearly. I am in all ways at control of this marriage and the agreements made concerning this issue. I will be the one to decide whether you are fulfilling your part of the agreement or not" he explained slowly. "And so far, you haven't met the requirements for me to consider fulfilling my side of the contract" he finished, patting her head like a child. Ashleigh could feel her face heating up in anger as she glared at the idiot CEO besides her. No matter how he meant it, he was right. She was basically still not at the level to reason with him or make demands of what he should give her. Thinking constantly of what her ultimate goal was, she calmed herself down and asked in a calm manner. "What am I yet to do that makes you say I have still not met my part of the agreement?" "You are yet to move in with me" "I do not see how
Adrian’s office was heavy with silence, the kind that pressed down on the air like a suffocating weight. Mr. Turner sat quietly in the corner, doing his best to make himself invisible. He’d worked with Adrian Cagliari for years and had witnessed many of his moods: sharp anger, cold detachment, and moments of ruthless efficiency. But today, there was something different—something he couldn’t quite define.Adrian sat behind his massive oak desk, his fingers steepled, his gaze fixed somewhere beyond the window. He hadn’t said much since they returned from the hospital. His posture was as composed as ever, but the set of his jaw and the faint crease in his brow hinted at something far more volatile simmering beneath the surface.Turner shifted in his chair, his instinct to speak overridden by experience. He had long since learned that silence was often the safest response when Adrian’s mood darkened. Especially now, when the man who normally seemed invincible looked... troubled.The quiet
Adrian gazed at Ashleigh's fragile form, curled up in the backseat of the sleek black BMW. Her breathing was shallow, her brows occasionally furrowing as she shifted in her sleep, her pale hospital gown clinging to her delicate frame. His eyes lingered over her face, tracing every familiar feature—the soft curve of her lips, the faint shadow beneath her eyes, her slender hand supporting her head. It had been so long since he’d last seen her, and he couldn’t tear his gaze away.The steady rhythm of raindrops against the window and the gentle hum of the car’s engine were the only sounds in the silence. Up front, Mr. Turner and the driver remained still, sensing the tension radiating from Adrian. The mood was heavy, laced with unspoken anger that simmered just beneath his composed exterior.The drive back to the mansion had been filled with Adrian’s restrained fury. The sight of Ashleigh in that hospital bed, weakened and vulnerable, had ignited something he hadn’t felt in a long time—a
The room was unnervingly still, the kind of silence that presses down on you, suffocating. Ashleigh lay stiffly in the hospital bed, her body motionless but her mind racing. The IV drip attached to her arm was slowly delivering something meant to make her sleep, but sleep had become a foreign concept. Her thoughts kept pulling her back to the past twenty-four hours, playing on repeat like a nightmare she couldn’t escape.Through the thin walls, she could hear Arthur talking in the hallway, his voice sharp, clearly dismissing whoever had come to visit her. He was keeping them away, and she was grateful for it. The whole school had seen the video—everyone was talking about it. But nobody was saying anything good.Ashleigh felt dirty. Filthy. Her skin crawled as if it had absorbed the shame of the entire incident. Damien’s cold indifference hadn’t helped. The memory of him walking out as soon as she woke up, ignoring her calls, was a fresh wound. She understood why he didn’t want to see
After the photo session, Adrian glanced quietly at Mr. Turner, who lingered at the edge of the crowd. Mr. Turner immediately made his way over to Mr. LaRosa, likely preparing for their meeting. Adrian was about to leave as well but was stopped by Caelia. “Adrian, let’s go inside. The event is about to start,” Caelia said sweetly, gripping his arm. “I’d love for you to meet some friends after the wine launch.” Adrian saw through her playful tone but didn’t want to spoil her evening. With a resigned sigh, he gently pulled away from her grasp and nodded. They entered the venue together, and heads turned. Adrian ignored the stares, heading to the space reserved for him, while Caelia took center stage. The event proceeded smoothly, with Caelia confidently addressing the crowd. She spoke about the prospects of her new wine brand, impressing both her younger and older guests. Her every move exuded grace, and she played the role of the charming host flawlessly—yet her eyes constantly flicke
He sat in the backseat, staring at his reflection in the tinted windows. His face was calm, a mask perfected over years of maintaining control, yet beneath the surface, his thoughts churned like a stormy sea. It had been hours since he’d heard from Tristan or Jake about Ashleigh’s whereabouts. They had fallen silent. And in Adrian’s world, silence was never a good sign.A flicker of irritation crossed his expression as he checked his phone once again. Still no messages. His fingers hovered over the screen, tempted to call them, but he stopped himself. However, that nagging voice in the back of his mind—the one that had been whispering to him ever since La Mano Nera started sniffing around—was louder tonight. Too loud to ignore completely."Boss?" Mr. Turner’s voice broke through his thoughts. He was sitting beside the driver, turning slightly to face Adrian. "They’re expecting you on the red carpet. There’s a lot of press."Adrian tore his gaze from the wi
Adrian sat at his desk, bathed in the muted glow of the suite’s floor-to-ceiling windows. The night stretched beyond the glass, thick with inky darkness. He absently rubbed the corners of his eyes, eyes that hadn’t seen sleep in over 24 hours. The presidential suite, once a haven of luxury, had turned into a command center. Papers were strewn about, laptops hummed, and the room had the quiet buzz of efficient chaos. The city outside was lively with nightlife, yet Adrian remained locked in, poring over reports.The voice from the call earlier still rang in his head:"Boss, a few members of La Mano Nera have been tracking Ashleigh’s whereabouts. They've traveled to America for further investigation. We believe they've found either her home or her college."That message had shifted everything. His mind replayed the voice with eerie clarity. No matter how many bodyguards he assigned to Ashleigh, no matter how many layers of security he placed, the thought of danger lurking near her kept g
Meanwhile, Ashleigh’s unconscious form lay on the cold, muddy ground behind the building. The hooded man standing over her grinned in satisfaction, his eyes gleaming with malice.“You two, drag her over there,” he ordered, gesturing toward a dark corner where trash was piled high. The stench of decay filled the air, making the men gag, but they followed orders, dropping Ashleigh into the filth.The hooded man stepped closer, pulling a small perfume bottle from his pocket and dabbing it on his mask to mask the horrid smell. As he knelt beside Ashleigh, his eyes traced her figure. Despite being covered in mud, she looked stunning, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.“Such a shame,” he muttered, his voice filled with contempt. “She’ll pay the price for what her friend did.”He signaled to the others to start recording, their phones aimed at the unconscious girl. He ran a hand down Ashleigh’s face, his touch lingering as she whimpered i
The night was electric with energy. The music blared from the speakers, reverberating through the walls, while the lights flashed in hypnotic patterns, casting the room in vibrant hues. Oliver, Arthur, and Damien were in their element, dancing, laughing, and drinking to their heart's content. For Oliver, this was his natural habitat—he thrived on the chaos and excitement of parties. Arthur and Damien, on the other hand, had been laying low ever since the incident at the club, so tonight felt like a long-overdue release.After what felt like hours on the dance floor, the trio finally retreated to their table, sweating and out of breath. They flopped into their chairs, still buzzing with adrenaline. The others from their group remained on the dance floor, too wrapped up in the rhythm to notice their absence. Damien leaned back, taking in the sight of the room, while Oliver wrapped an arm around Sue, who had curled up on his lap, lips locked in a passionate kiss.Arthur was deep in conve
The party was already in full swing when they arrived. Music thumped through the air, neon lights pulsed to the beat, and the hall was packed with students dancing, laughing, and drinking. Ashleigh stood at the entrance, momentarily overwhelmed by the chaos. She glanced at the others—they seemed unbothered, immediately diving into the festivities. “Alright, guys, let me introduce you to my friends,” Oliver announced, leading them deeper into the crowd. He grabbed Ashleigh’s hand, pulling her toward a table near the bar where a group of students sat. Upon seeing Oliver, the group erupted in greetings, their faces lighting up. Ashleigh was welcomed with curious glances as they invited them to sit. "Arthurrrr, it’s been too long!" one of the girls slurred, clearly tipsy. She reached across the table to grab his hand, her voice wobbling. Arthur laughed, apologizing with exaggerated enthusiasm. "Sorry! It’s been a crazy few weeks, but I’m here now to turn up!" Before he could say more,