Tyra immediately dropped the bat. Her minions who were also recording, turned to see a bunch of men and women staring at them. The man in the middle walked up to where they stood, each step echoed loudly in the room. They felt the coldness exude off him as he neared them and instinctively stepped back. He slightly hovered over them. His frame seemed to be so well built it almost popped through the suit and his proportions were amazing. His handsome face has the coldest look currently as he stared at Tyra and her friends. However, that was the least of Tyra’s worries at the moment.
“Who the hell is this man" she drooled in her mind, lusting after him. As she drooled over him in her mind, she also feared for her life, she watched as he walked up to where Ashleigh was tied and untied her hands, and how Ashleigh fell into his embrace. “This opportunistic skunk ” she mocked, as she looked at the both of them. Ashleigh on the other hand, let out a huge sigh of relief as she held onto the man. The amount of fear she felt before he walked in was insane, when she was untied she had no strength in her legs. She gazed at the man with starry eyes; he had deep set eyes that seemed to draw her in, a beautiful yet rugged face and his hair seemed to tip over despite the gel he used to slick it back up. However this was not the time or place, as soon as she felt strong enough to stand she tapped him silently to help her stand, but he was still somewhat lost. He felt her fingers prodding his shoulders and he immediately helped her stand up. He then turned to his envoy which consisted of Mrs Smith, who immediately walked up to him. “I am yet to get an explanation and you....” he said, turning to face Tyra who was shocked by the attention. “They were bullying me, as they usually do” a voice spoke out, all of them turned to see Ashleigh who stood at a reasonable distance. She looked at their surprised faces and also saw Tyra’s eyes narrow into slits. “No sir, she meant to say that....” “You wanted to beat me with a stick. That’s what I wanted to say right?” She continued, ignoring Tyra and her friend’s fierce look. Mrs Smith immediately walked up to Ashleigh and checked if she was alright, sighing in relief that nothing was wrong. She then moved to the man whose face had gotten colder as time had passed and knelt in supplication. “I apologize Mr. Cagliari for this great error on my part. I will take responsibility for this ignorance” she apologized, at the mention of the name Tyra and her friends felt chills run down their spines, more fear filled them as they saw his smouldering gaze on them. She then turned to face the man who looked down at Mrs Smith begging the man frantically, her eyes went over his features once again: the maroon coloured suit he wore looked exquisite and seemed to compliment his shoes, he controlled the room without saying much and his aura is outstanding. Her eyes widened in realization that this man might be the CEO of the company, if it is so then this would not pass over easily. Mr Cagliari glanced his secretary and he nodded in understanding. The man stepped out to stand besides Ashleigh, and spoke up. “Mrs Smith, you will have to give an explanation to me at the disciplinary board meeting later today. The same goes for the employees involved in this case. Our CEO Mr Cagliari will be overseeing this meeting” he said with a tone of finality and the mood of the room became solemn. Mr Cagliari began making his way out, stopping at Ashleigh, who put her head down immediately, he gave smirk and left the supply room. Once he left with the other employees, Ashleigh turned to leave the room, ignoring the calls of Mrs Smith. She ran to the break room and gathered her things afterwards she exited the building. Mr Cagliari stood at the window of his office, watching the girl leave quietly from the office. He felt a presence behind him which was his secretary and asked him to speak. “Ashleigh Hartman. She is 22 years old and was raised in an orphanage from birth. No information on what happened to her parents, but she recently was taken in by her aunt who coincidentally works here” he handed the tablet to Mr Cagliari who scrolled through the profile information and then he swiped to the see a head shot of her, he looked at her face once again and felt a slight sense of familiarity. He shook it off and gave the tablet back to his secretary, walking to his desk with his secretary in tow. "Find out more about this girl" He instructed as he sat down on the exquisite leather chair and leaned back contemplating on finding out more about this girl. He then gave more instructions to his secretary concerning the disciplinary board meeting, who nodded and quickly left to carry out his orders. In a while Mr. Turner came back to inform him of the meetings commencement, and he stood up and left the office. At the disciplinary board meeting, Tyra and her accomplices had tried twisting the story to portray Ashleigh as being provoking, but on recalling her frightened and relieved face on seeing him in the room. His anger brewed like a storm, and soon when the security footage was played he was livid. He ordered that Tyra and her accomplices be fired and thrown out of the building with immediate effect. Mrs. Smith was placed on probation, while Ashleigh will be duly compensated for the damages caused. Ashleigh Hartman on the other hand was furiously making her way to a small apartment. She fished for her keys and opened to enter the small apartment. It was moderately sized for her and her aunt and could allow for two rooms. She walked past the living room to her bedroom and ran to her bed crying. She sobbed as she recalled the events of the day and how pathetic her life seemed to be. She now stood at risk of losing her job, because of Tyra’s antics and she knew how hard she struggled to get in the first place. After she called down a bit, she sat up on her small bed and held her pillow to her chest, her mind ran in a million circles. Even if she was to be spared, Mrs Smith would definitely have to pay the consequences. All this boils down to her helping initially, and Tyra being mad at it. As she stayed in the silence her ears picked up faint movements around the house which she knew was Mrs Smith who just arrived. Mrs Smith made her way to Ashleigh’s door and knocked on it, Ashleigh came to open the door for her, and Mrs. Smith stepped in. “My dear, why didn’t you tell me what was happening with you and those girls?” She inquired, moving to sit besides her on the bed. “I didn’t think it would get this serious. I only had to bear their taunts and do their work” Ashleigh replied quietly, Mrs Smith tapped her head in a scolding manner. “Foolish girl, no matter how little you think it is you have to let me know. I felt bad having to find out that they bullied you in that manner; in front of the CEO and other staff members” “That man that untied me was the CEO?” “Yes, he is the CEO. He was taken on a tour of the supply stores today and he met a surprising sight. Why is that important right now?” Ashleigh’s face contorted to embarrassment on finding out that Mr Cagliari was in fact the CEO as she had suspected. She grabbed her aunt’s hands in worry and asked “Will I lose this job ma'am? I really don’t know what I would do next” “No you will not. We just finished the disciplinary board meeting before I came home and the CEO wants to compensate you for the damages caused by Tyra and her friends. They were also fired with immediate effect” she informed and Ashleigh cried tears of happiness in relief. “Wait. Aunt, what of you? Was there any punishment ” She asked and her aunt waved it off, on Ashleigh’s constant pestering she revealed she is currently on probation. “It is my fault, you wouldn’t go through this if you did not help me in. I’m so sorry aunt" Ashleigh apologized profusely. “I will be fine Ashleigh, it is my fault for not paying close attention to you my dear” She quelled her fears calmly. Ashleigh was grateful for her aunt by her side. Mrs Smith looked at her in a doting manner; her heart bled as she saw her struggle daily with working long hours since she left the orphanage and not being able to do what she wanted, she would have made provisions for her to go to college but she was not financially buoyant. She however felt it was best Ashleigh stayed by her side while she gave her as much love as she could having that she grew up without her parents. She called Ashleigh “dream girl” because she knew within her that Ashleigh was made for much more than she is living in right now, it broke her heart to see her live a life that is nothing like a dream, rather it was a nightmare. She silently hoped and believed that this nightmare would come to an end soon. “I know all that worrying has worked up an appetite. Let’s find something to eat" she said, placing her hands on Ashleigh’s cheek. Ashleigh nodded in response. They stood up and made their way out of the small room hand in hand. They went about it quietly, each with their own reservations and after eating they retired to their rooms for the night, praying for the following days to go as smoothly as possible.Adrian Cagliari stood at the top of the food chain of technology industries at 27 years old. He was one who had a keen eye for good innovations, he separated himself from the family business and built his dream company Tixton from the ground up. Tixton is now one of Cagliari's major successful businesses, and he became a force in the making. Building and maintaining his family's legacy requires a firm hand, so he was rather firm and disciplined, overseeing all matters both in Italy and America, as well as other branches in the world. He was domineering, assertive and principled, ensuring everyone was at the edge of their seats when working with him. It was like a curse and a reward. As he discussed with the investors, his secretary and his personal assistant was outside mentally preparing himself to interrupt the meeting. Turner then walked into the spacious office with a phone in his hands. Pausing the call, he raised his eyes to his secretary who felt a chill run down his spine. "
"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 whis
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
Ashleigh felt the air leave her lungs as Adrian's words echoed in the quiet room. She knew, deep down, that he’d been avoiding her after the karaoke celebration at her college. Yet, hearing him admit it so bluntly left her reeling. She stared at him, her heart pounding as though it might give out, the silence stretching far beyond what her fragile emotions could handle. “Huh?” she finally managed, her voice barely above a whisper. Her mind scrambled to make sense of his confession, and Adrian, standing composed before her, nodded solemnly. “Ashleigh,” he began, his voice steady but tinged with regret. “I knew everything. Mr. Atkinson informed me the moment you left for Robin College. I knew about your day-to-day activities—when you got injured saving Megan, when you started receiving those threats. I knew it all.” Her breath caught as his words sunk in, each revelation like a weight pressing harder on her chest. “I didn’t reach out,” Adrian continued. “I thought I’d done enou
Adrian placed Ashleigh gently on the couch in his study, her expression troubled even in unconsciousness. He lingered for a moment, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face, before turning to step outside. As he stepped out of his study, the heavy door clicked shut behind him. His gaze immediately fell on the cluster of staff lingering in the hallway, their curious whispers abruptly silenced when his cold eyes met theirs. Susan was crying hysterically, her face buried in Chef Larry’s chest, while Mrs. Smith stood nearby, frowning with disapproval.Adrian’s expression darkened, his jaw tightening as the scene grated on his nerves. “And why are you all still standing here?” his voice cut through the air, sharp as a whip. “Do you not want your jobs anymore?” The reprimand snapped them back to reality. The staff scattered, scurrying back to their assigned duties, their heads bowed. Only Susan lingered, still sobbing as Chef Larry tried to console her. Adrian strode toward them,
“Ashleigh, in all this, why didn’t you call your husband?”The question hit her harder than she expected. She’d imagined countless times how she’d answer if he asked—how she’d finally let her anger spill over, shouting about the missed karaoke night she planned, the insults instead of an apology, the countless ways Adrian had hurt her. But hearing it from Mrs. Smith left her frozen.The words she longed to scream shriveled in her throat, leaving only a bitter weight in her stomach. But as Mrs. Smith waited for her answer, Ashleigh found herself not saying anything, it was like the words dried up in her throat, and left a bitter feeling in her belly instead.“I’m still waiting for you, dear,” Mrs. Smith’s voice was calm but firm, pulling Ashleigh from her swirling thoughts.“I didn’t feel like I needed to depend on him,” Ashleigh finally said, her voice steady but strained. “I thought I could handle it myself.”“My dear, Adrian is always there to help you. He cares for you very much, y
The view from Ashleigh’s window should have been calming, even breathtaking. The sprawling gardens of the Cagliari mansion were meticulously maintained, with vibrant blossoms swaying in the gentle afternoon breeze and perfectly trimmed hedges lining the walkways like green soldiers at attention. Beyond them, the ornate fountains shimmered in the sunlight, their cascading water catching the golden light. It was a postcard-perfect scene.Yet, to Ashleigh, it was all a cruel reminder of her confinement. The beauty outside was unreachable, as always at the Cagliari mansion. She sat curled on the window sill, her knees drawn to her chest, her arms wrapped tightly around them as if to keep herself from unraveling. The afternoon sun warmed her skin, but it did nothing to thaw the cold ache that had settled deep in her chest. Her eyes flicked to her phone lying on the small table beside her. The messages on her department’s group chat haunted her. Each text, each comment had felt like a blow
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