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Adrian leaned back in his chair, his sharp gaze settling on Ashleigh. "I feel we should discuss the living arrangements. After you left the office with your aunt yesterday, I made some arrangements." Ashleigh's eyes narrowed as she studied him, already bracing for something she wouldn't like. "Aunt, I’ve arranged for a penthouse for you. It’s not far from where we’ll be staying, so Ashleigh can visit whenever she pleases." Ashleigh frowned, glancing at her aunt, who seemed pleased but hesitant. "Adrian, this really isn’t necessary. I should be the one giving you both a gift, not the other way around," Mrs. Smith protested gently. Adrian remained firm. "Aunt, this is a trivial gesture compared to what you’ve given me. More importantly, I want the assurance that you’re safe and comfortable. It’s non-negotiable." Mrs. Smith exhaled softly, realizing she wasn’t going to win this argument. "Alright. Thank you, Adrian." Ashleigh, however, stiffened at his words. "I do not wish to stay
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. The changes, no matter how subtle she was, still showed and caught the attention of t
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
Seeing the situation, Ashleigh was about to move back in embarrassment but was immediately grabbed by Adrian and drawn to his side. The group of people watched the two of them in curiosity and looked amongst themselves for who would speak up. A lady dressed in a simple gown smiled casually and spoke up. "We were all wondering on what would make a man like Mr Cagliari keep us waiting for over 20 minutes. Turns out he was tending to his guest" she suggested, everyone there nodding in agreement. "I apologize for the interruption. This is my wife, Ashleigh Cagliari. We recently got married" Adrian said, raising up their interlocked hands and rubbing it gently with his other palm. "Amore, these are my clients who have come for contract signing " he leaned and whispered in her ear, his hands leaving their interlocked ones to rest on the small of her back firmly. In front he painted a somewhat intimate relationship between them bu
"Adrian? Aren't you being to careless in how you address your boss? Not that I care of your perceived relationship with him, I would only like to clarify one thing""In case Adrian has not told you, I will. You do not want to deal with my bad side" Ashleigh warned, looking directly at Tara before pushing her back.Ashleigh stormed off to her room to get ready and once she got there she sat down on the chair in front of her dresser still fuming. She had some initial suspicions when she saw a young lady assigned to care for Adrian's home but understood that it was due to her dad being the main butler.It just did not seem right that a young and pretty girl like her who was supposed to be out there living her life just chose to stay 24/7 indoors overseeing an estate but now it made sense. She was already in control of the things which Ashleigh would have to do as a wife and has by the way she addresses Adrian, she has been here for years. If there was need fo
"Like both of you, I and my wife agreed to marry each other for convenience. It was a rocky start for us but at the end of the day she is my only companion whom I hold dear" he said with a bit of solemnity in his tone, and for the first time he looked somewhat lonely.Ashleigh melted on seeing the old man's plight, he seemed to regret not having her by his side. At the same time, her heart wavered, was this going to be her fate as well?"My dear, I felt your emotions earlier. I understood all you meant and I want to tell you to be strong, because there is a lot more from where that came from" he held her hand firmly, speaking with calmness.Ashleigh only nodded in understanding, thanking the man quietly as he let her hand go. He began to walk to the door slowly, the both of them watching as he left. At the door, he turned back to look at Adrian."Tell Mr. Turner to come tomorrow with the contract for signing. For the sake of your wife I have agree
Ashleigh had gotten to work safely with her friends, unaware of the two watchful eyes following her every move. Adrian's bodyguards stood out in Mrs. Smith's office. Their imposing figures, clad in black suits, one with curly hair tied back, the other bald, drew skeptical glances from Mrs. Smith as she sized them up. Fortunately, Mr. Cagliari's call came in just then. "Good morning, Adrian. You heard correctly, Aunt. I'm just settling in here in Mexico," she greeted him warmly. "I called to check on you and also to let you know about these two gentlemen in your office. They're Ashleigh's assigned Bodyguards, and I'd like them to be placed under your department." "Oh, if that's what you want, then I don't have a problem with it," Mrs. Smith replied, though her eyes remained fixed on the guards. "However, I do worry they might stand out a bit and raise some eyebrows among the other staff." "Don't worry about that, Aunt. I've taken care of everything on that end. They know how to h
After Fiona and James left, Ashleigh had spent the whole Saturday devising possible ways to get Adrian’s attention. But each suggestion only made her realize how unmatched she was against a woman like Caelia. Though Arthur left her that evening with words of encouragement her heart remained heavy…. and her aunt took notice. The next morning, Mrs. Smith insisted on driving Ashleigh home herself, sending the driver back to his quarters for extra rest. Ashleigh was surprised to learn her aunt could drive but agreed anyway. Whilst Mrs. Smith maneuvered the car with ease, Ashleigh remained glued to her phone, glaring at a particular message— or rather, the lack of a response from Adrian.“He really knows how to make me feel shitty, doesn’t he?” she muttered as she saw her message marked as read.“What’s the matter, dream girl? Why so angry at your phone?” Mrs. Smith's voice broke through her thoughts. She glanced at Ashleigh before returning her focus to the road.Ashleigh quickly shoved
The drive back to the Cagliari mansion was silent, but Adrian’s mind was anything but that.Megan’s words echoed in his mind, chipping at his indifference. Now, he fully understood how isolated Ashleigh had been at Robin College. Megan’s confession about her indifference stung, but he held back his anger— out of respect for Alexander, yes, but also because he knew that the main fault was with him. Ashleigh won’t be so affected by Megan’s treatment if he had been by her side. The realization gnawed at him. The car pulled into the driveway and he stepped out with purposeful strides. Mr Atkinson approached him with a slight bow, and he nodded in acknowledgement.“Welcome home sir. Any instructions for this evening? Will you be having dinner?”Adrian shook his head, replying curtly. “I won’t be having dinner tonight. I don’t want to be disturbed.”Mr. Atkinson nodded but hesitated before speaking again. “Sir, should I inform the kitchen about Mrs. Cagliari’s return tomorrow morning as we
“Adrian! To what do I owe the pleasure or displeasure?” Alexander greeted, arching a brow as he leaned against the doorframe. Adrian didn’t bother with a response, pushing past him into the mansion. He wasn’t here for pleasantries.After reviewing the results of the investigation into Ashleigh’s supposed stalker, Adrian had been forced to acknowledge something that Ashleigh had been telling the truth, and he had never truly paid attention to her struggles. That realization led him here, to the one person who had spent the most time with her at school.He needed answers.“Babe, where are……oh.” Megan’s voice trailed off as she entered the room, stopping short when she saw Adrian standing beside Alexander.Her eyes flickered between them, uncertain. Alexander casually draped an arm around her waist in a grounding gesture.“Babe, this is my friend Adrian—the one I told you about,” Alexander said. Recognition flashed in Megan’s eyes.“Oh… hi. Nice to meet you.” Her voice was polite, but t
The night was supposed to fun- a light-hearted escape from the stress of college and her marriage. But for Ashleigh, it was anything but that.While her friends lay passed out in their sleeping bags under, she sat on the couch staring at the empty bottles of wine on the coffee table, unable to sleep. No matter how hard she tried to distract herself, her thoughts kept circling back to Adrian and Caelia. The image from the article burned in her mind: the way they stood together, the warm smile on her face as she held him closely….. They looked perfect. They looked like the kind of couple Adrian and she were not.“Why should I care? It’s not like we were a real couple anyway” she thought bitterly, reaching for another bottle of wine.And yet, as she gulped it down, the bitterness in her chest remained…. Unwilling to leave. The more she thought about it, the more the pieces started to fit. A part of her felt cheated, her thoughts racing as she pieced everything together. His reluctance to
Ashleigh hummed along to the soft music playing in the background, releasing another curl from the iron. She ran a brush through her hair, watching in satisfaction as the waves settled around her shoulders. Paired with a cropped top and sweatpants, it was a casual yet put-together look—one she rarely put effort into.She stepped back, checking her reflection again. Was it too much? Her phone buzzed beside her, pulling her from her thoughts. She picked it up, skimming through the texts from her friends:Fiona: Ash did you give us a wrong address......?James: Girl is this your aunt’s house?Arthur: I’m at your aunt’s house apparently?A small chuckle escaped her lips. Their surprise was expected. Fiona and James hadn’t visited her since she got married, for obvious reasons, and Arthur was still getting to know her. This sleepover was meant to bridge the gap between them, to let them in, at least a little.Her gaze flickered back to the mirror. Maybe she really did need a second opinion
The scent of blood and dampness clung to the air, thick and suffocating. Desperate cries echoed off the stone walls as the restrained men struggled against the ropes biting into their skin.“P-please! Talk to your boss..... We’re not the ones he’s looking for." One of the men pleaded, struggling against the ropes. A figure emerged from the shadows, and the man’s heart momentarily leaped in hope. But as the dim light revealed the sharp, cold features of Mr. Turner, hope was crushed into dread.“You’ll only speak to my boss when you’re ready to tell me who your leader is.” Mr. Turner adjusted his glasses, his tone calm yet laced with authority.The man before him was a mess: his face swollen from repeated blows, blood crusting at the corner of his lips. Mr. Turner gave a nod of approval to the guards standing on either side, silently acknowledging their efficiency.“You’ve been here for a day now,” he continued, his gaze sweeping over the other restrained men.“Yet none of you have rev
Waves crashed against the gazebo's wooden pillars, sending sprays of salty water over the deck. Alana barely flinched as droplets landed on her legs. She lay stretched out on a beach chair, swirling the last of her wine in her glass while watching Diane, Cameron, and Samantha snap pictures at the edge of the platform. Music drifted from the speakers, mingling with the sound of the sea. The suggestion for a short vacation from her friends came suddenly, but she embraced it as she needed the break. School had been suffocating, and now that the source of her tension had been permanently removed, she could finally breathe again. Until Samantha’s sharp gasp shattered the moment. “What!” Samantha shrieked, eyes glued to the phone. Cameron, who had been holding Diane’s waist, immediately let go and moved to her side. “What is it, Samantha? You’re not saying anything.” Samantha hesitated, glancing at Alana before swallowing hard. “It’s a message from the department head on the faculty gro
The conference hall fell into stunned silence as Adrian’s voice cut through the tension like a blade. His presence alone was commanding, but his words sent an even stronger shockwave through the room. Ashleigh’s grip tightened on the edge of her chair, her heart hammering as she watched him walk toward the panelists with unshaken confidence. He’s here.The chairman, clearly unsettled but attempting to maintain control, cleared his throat. “Mr. Cagliari, this is a formal hearing. You cannot simply barge in and disrupt the proceedings.”Adrian’s lips curled into a smirk, his posture radiating quiet authority. “And let you pass judgment based on incomplete, biased information?”Murmurs rippled through the panelists, uncertainty flickering in their eyes. He strode to Ashleigh’s side, taking the empty seat beside her. His presence alone shifted the energy in the room, making the panelists exchange wary glances.Mrs. Cartwright however kept expression sharp, and leaned forward. “That’s a bo
The evening skyline burned with hues of orange and gold as a black SUV wove through the city’s traffic. Inside, Adrian flicked his gaze to his watch, then to the black envelope resting between his fingers. The insignia embossed on it caught the dim light, a silent reminder of the night’s purpose. Mr. Turner sat in front, assisting the driver in navigating towards the hotel.A low vibration from the phone interrupted the quiet, and he handed it over to Adrian."Mr. Cagliari, how is everything going?" Beau’s voice came through the speaker. Adrian exhaled, his tone smooth but unimpressed. “I’ll update you when I get there. I’m still en route.”Beau huffed. “Ashleigh and I went through a lot to get that card into your hands, so kindly make it worthwhile, sir.”Adrian’s fingers traced the insignia on the card, recalling the bank’s call from earlier. A smirk flickered across his face. “Must’ve been quite the ordeal. The bank took notice, after all.”“Oh, it was,” Beau replied. “Your wife s