Tyra’s grip loosened, the baseball bat clattering to the concrete floor. The lenses of her cronies’ phones swiveled, their recording abruptly halted as a group of men and women filled the doorway. The air in the supply room seemed to thicken.
The man at the forefront moved with a quiet authority that amplified the silence. Each measured step echoed, the sound bouncing off the stacked shelves. A palpable chill radiated from him, a subtle tension that made Tyra and her friends instinctively recoil. He stopped before them, his height and broad shoulders casting a shadow. The tailored suit strained slightly across his powerful frame. His face, sharply defined and undeniably handsome, held an expression of glacial displeasure as his gaze fixed on Tyra. "Damn," she thought, a flicker of unwanted attraction momentarily eclipsing her fear. "Who is this?" Her internal distraction was short-lived. He moved past them, his attention now on Ashleigh, bound and slumped against a stack of boxes. With swift, efficient movements, he untied her wrists. Ashleigh sagged, her knees buckling as soon as the restraints were gone. He caught her before she fell, his arm a steady support around her. "Playing the victim, are we?" Tyra sneered inwardly, watching the exchange with narrowed eyes. "Opportunistic little—" Relief washed over Ashleigh in a dizzying wave. The terror that had been a tight knot in her chest began to loosen. Her legs felt like water. Leaning into the unexpected strength supporting her, she looked up. His eyes, deep-set and intense, seemed to hold a question she couldn't decipher. His features were strong, a compelling mix of refinement and ruggedness. A stray lock of dark hair had escaped the slicked-back style, falling slightly across his forehead. Now wasn't the time for such observations. A silent pressure on his arm was all the prompting he needed. He straightened, supporting her as she found her footing. Turning, his gaze swept over his entourage, settling on a composed woman with a severe hairstyle. Mrs. Smith stepped forward immediately. “I believe an explanation is in order,” he stated, his voice low and even, before turning his attention back to Tyra, who flinched under his scrutiny. “They were… they were bullying me, sir. Like they always do,” a shaky voice interjected. All eyes turned to Ashleigh, who stood a few feet away, supported but upright. She met their surprised stares, noting the venomous glint in Tyra’s eyes. “No, sir, she meant to say that…” Tyra began, her voice laced with false innocence. “She wanted to hit me with that,” Ashleigh said, gesturing weakly to the discarded bat, her gaze unwavering despite Tyra’s furious glare. Mrs. Smith hurried to Ashleigh’s side, her face etched with concern as she quickly assessed her. Relief flickered across Mrs. Smith’s features before she turned back to the man, her composure crumbling. She dropped to one knee. “Mr. Cagliari, I sincerely apologize for this egregious oversight. I take full responsibility for my ignorance.” The name hung in the air, a heavy weight. A fresh wave of fear washed over Tyra and her friends. Mr. Cagliari’s gaze, now smoldering with barely suppressed anger, pinned them in place. Mrs. Smith continued to plead, her voice frantic. Tyra’s gaze flickered back to Mr. Cagliari. The deep maroon of his suit was rich and impeccably tailored, a stark contrast to the drab surroundings. A chilling realization dawned on her: this had to be the CEO. This wouldn't be swept under the rug. Mr. Cagliari gave a curt nod to a man standing slightly behind him, who immediately stepped forward. “Mrs. Smith, you will provide a full report at the disciplinary board meeting later today. The same applies to the employees involved in this incident. Mr. Cagliari himself will be presiding over the meeting.” His tone left no room for argument. The atmosphere in the room turned somber. Mr. Cagliari turned to leave, pausing briefly in front of Ashleigh. She instinctively lowered her gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible curve touched his lips before he continued out of the supply room, his entourage following. As soon as they were gone, Ashleigh turned and fled, ignoring Mrs. Smith’s calls. She grabbed her bag from the break room and hurried out of the building. High in his office, Mr. Cagliari watched her leave, a small, solitary figure walking away from the imposing building. He sensed his secretary’s presence. “Speak,” he said without turning from the window. “Ashleigh Hartman. Twenty-two years old. Raised in an orphanage. No information on her parents, but she was recently taken in by her aunt, who, as you know, works here.” His secretary handed him a tablet. Mr. Cagliari scrolled through the information, his eyes lingering on the headshot. A faint sense of recognition, fleeting and unidentifiable, stirred within him. He dismissed it, handing back the tablet. “Find out more about this girl.” He moved to his desk, his secretary trailing behind. Later, as Mr. Turner announced the commencement of the disciplinary board meeting, Mr. Cagliari rose, the image of Ashleigh’s frightened yet relieved face when he’d entered the supply room still vivid in his mind. ********************** At the meeting, Tyra and her accomplices spun a web of lies, attempting to paint Ashleigh as the instigator. But the security footage painted a different picture. Mr. Cagliari’s anger, simmering beneath the surface, finally erupted. He delivered his verdict with cold finality: Tyra and her friends along with Mr. Clark were to be terminated from their positions and escorted from the premises immediately. Mrs. Smith was placed on probation. Ashleigh Hartman would be compensated for the distress and potential damages. Meanwhile, Ashleigh unlocked the door to the small apartment she shared with her aunt. It was modest but comfortable. She walked straight to her bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, tears streaming down her face. The humiliation, the fear, the precariousness of her situation – it all crashed down on her. Losing this job, the one she had fought so hard to get, felt like a crushing blow. A soft knock on her door broke through her sobs. She opened it to find her aunt, Mrs. Smith, her face etched with concern. “My dear, why didn’t you tell me what those girls were doing?” Mrs. Smith asked, sitting beside her on the bed. “I… I didn’t think it would get this bad. I just tried to ignore them, do what they wanted,” Ashleigh whispered. Mrs. Smith sighed. “Foolish girl. You must tell me these things. To find out like this… in front of Mr. Cagliari…” “That man… he was the CEO?” Ashleigh’s face flushed with embarrassment. “Yes, he was touring the supply areas today. But that’s not important now. Are you alright?” “Will I lose my job, Auntie?” Ashleigh’s voice was filled with panic. “I don’t know what I’ll do if I do.” “No, my sweet girl, you won’t. The disciplinary meeting just finished. Mr. Cagliari insisted you be compensated. And those awful girls… they’ve been fired.” Relief flooded Ashleigh, and fresh tears, this time of gratitude, spilled down her cheeks. “What about you, Auntie? Was there any punishment?” Mrs. Smith waved a dismissive hand, but under Ashleigh’s persistent questioning, she admitted she was on probation. “It’s my fault,” Ashleigh choked out. “If I hadn’t helped you that day, Tyra wouldn’t have…” “Hush, child. It’s alright. I should have been more aware of what you were going through.” Mrs. Smith held her close. Her heart ached for Ashleigh, for the years spent in the orphanage, for the endless hours she worked now. She longed to give her more, to send her to college, but her own finances were stretched thin. All she could offer was her love and support, a fragile shield against a world that hadn’t been kind. My dream girl, she thought, the nickname a bittersweet reminder of the brighter future she envisioned for Ashleigh, a future that felt so distant now. This nightmare has to end. “All this worrying must have made you hungry,” Mrs. Smith said, gently cupping Ashleigh’s face. “Let’s find something to eat.” Ashleigh nodded, and they left the small room, hand in hand, a silent understanding passing between them. The day had been long, and as they ate their simple meal, their thoughts remained heavy with the day’s events and the uncertain future. Later, they retreated to their separate rooms, each hoping for a calmer tomorrow.Adrian Cagliari stood at the apex of the technology industry at 27. He had a keen eye for innovation, setting himself apart from the family business to build his dream company, Tixton, from the ground up. Tixton was now one of Cagliari's major successes, and he was a rising force. Building and maintaining his family's legacy required a firm hand, making him rather firm and disciplined. He oversaw all matters in Italy and America, as well as other branches worldwide. Domineering, assertive, and principled, he ensured a palpable tension among those who worked with him. It was both a burden and a benefit. As he discussed with the investors, his secretary and his personal assistant were outside, mentally preparing to interrupt the meeting. Turner then walked into the spacious office, a phone in his hand. Pausing his call, Adrian raised his eyes to his secretary, who felt a chill run down his spine. "I thought I was clear with my instructions," Adrian bit out, his gaze making Mr. Turner
"Adrian, if it's okay, I'd like to have dinner with you sometime next week. Your mom told me you're around for the week," Caelia proposed, her eyes holding a hint of eagerness. "Yes, Adrian, I feel you two should have lunch and catch up. It's been a while," Caelia's mother added, glancing at Eleanor for support. Adrian glanced at his mother, who offered a subtle nod of agreement. His gaze then shifted to his uncle, who maintained a neutral expression. "I apologize, Caelia, but I won't be able to join you for lunch. I have a lot of matters to handle this week," Adrian said curtly. Caelia's face flushed with embarrassment, and she bit her lip. "I'll ask my secretary to arrange an appointment for you. Just let him know where you’d like to go," he added, signaling his secretary forward. Caelia looked as if she wanted to refuse, but Adrian gave no room for discussion. He stood up, effectively ending the conversation. Eleanor placed a comforting hand on Caelia's back, offering an encou
She wondered why Mr. Cagliari wanted to see her. Mr. Turner pressed the button to open the private elevator. "Are you sure? I can take the stairs," she suggested, but he stood firm. As they made their way up, her mind ran in circles, trying to understand why the CEO wanted to see her. She hadn't received any complaints so far and saw no reason for him to want to see her. She would only know once she arrived. Once again, she found herself on the fourth floor of the company, the executive floor. This was the floor housing the offices of the president and the vice president, although she had never met the latter. They walked past the conference room to the end of the hall where a gold plaque on a door read: CEO. "You may go in," Turner gestured, opening the door for her. She stepped inside. The space was vast, furnished exquisitely with Italian pieces. She hadn't imagined a room could be so expansive. Her eyes roamed the opulent space before landing on a seating arrangement near a l
Ashleigh's defiance burned in her eyes as she met his gaze. "Whatever I want to know about my parents, I can find out myself." He chuckled, a low, knowing sound. "My dear…" He reached out, running his fingers through her hair, toying with a lock before letting it slip through his fingers. "Be my guest. Try all you want. But understand this—your search will be over before it even begins. Your Aunt Smith knows this well. Your case is far from simple." His amusement contrasted starkly with the warning laced in his voice. Her fiery gaze tugged at something deep within him, he liked this little act of defiance, even as he saw the fear beneath her bravado. "I am the only one who can guarantee your safety. You can only walk naively through this world for so long, Ashleigh, but they are out there, lurking in the shadows, waiting. The moment you step out of your shell, your head will be in your hands. But don’t take my word for it—find out for yourself how long you can survive." He waved d
Ashleigh!” The shriek jolted Ashleigh out of her seat. Heart hammering, she turned to see James doubled over, laughing his head off. She swatted him repeatedly, trying to steady her breathing. “You idiot! You scared me half to death!” “Okay, okay! I’m sorry!” he wheezed between chuckles, raising his hands in surrender when her hits grew stronger. Finally, when she relented, he plopped into the chair she had just dusted. “You disappeared after that call from the secretary, so I came looking for you.” Ashleigh sighed, resuming her task of wiping down the desk with a damp rag. “Sorry, James. I just have a lot on my mind right now.” “Why? What was the meeting about?” He leaned forward, eyes glinting with curiosity. “You left with that hot secretary and didn’t give us the tea after!” Ashleigh stilled, then spun to face him. “Wait… James!” she exclaimed, narrowing her eyes. James scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “What? He looks fine, but he always seems out of it whenever
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 tastefully furnished. A floor-to-ceiling window stretched across one wall, offering a clear view of the entrance gate. From his vantage point, Adrian could see who was arriving and leaving, yet the tinted glass ensured no one outside could see in. Dressed in a sharp blue suit paired with a black shirt, his hair slicked back with gel, Adrian exuded an intimidating aura. He stood by the window, sipping his coffee slowly, his eyes fixed on the activity below. "Boss, I just spoke with the driver you sent. He said Miss Ashleigh refused the ride and insisted on making her own way here," Turner reported. Adrian glanced at his watch and frowned. She was already an hour late. Punctuality was one of Adrian’s strictest principles. In his world, everything had its time, and deviations led to inefficiency. He despised lateness, viewing it as a waste of
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
Ashleigh adjusted the strap of her bag as she walked into her department, trying to keep her shoulders straight and her head high despite her nerves. Stiil, the buzz that erupted as she entered the class told her the news had already spread farther than she expected. The article Arthur sent this morning was now the latest buzz on campus.HOT: Ashleigh Hartman Spotted on Campus Yesterday with Security Detail! Click Here to Read the Full Article…The headline still echoed in her mind, she was unable to think of anything else after she finished reading it. Her heart pounded harder with every scroll as photos of her arrival, a blurry video of Tristan and Jake flanking her near the hostel. They speculated about her “wealthy sponsor”, giving theories about why she suddenly had so much security when she'd gone unnoticed in the first few weeks on campus. One paragraph even hinted that she was in “protective custody,” though it didn’t say what reason.Although the article didn’t mention Ad
Ashleigh stepped through the hostel doors in a haze. Her body was here, but her mind was still trapped in the car that had sped off minutes earlier. The way Adrian kissed her… it felt like he wanted to take a piece of her soul with him. She had to use practically all of her willpower to claw her way out of his arms and make it here. As much as she loved the thrill of his touch, she hoped this wouldn’t become his new way of negotiating with her because she wasn’t sure how far he’d want her to go next time.“Miss!” the hostel manager called out, snapping her back to reality. She looked to see Miss Maisie and Mrs. Johnson eyeing her with a curt smile, their eyes showing mild concern.“I-I’m sorry, what did you say?” she asked.Miss Maisie waved her hand gently. “We were just asking if you feel better Miss Hartman, we were informed of your departure due to illness” “I’m better now, thank you.”“Good.” Mrs. Johnson said, taking a seat behind the computer. “ We’ll begin the check-in proc
As the sleek black sedan rolled to a slow stop in front of the administrative building, Ashleigh shifted uneasily in her seat. Her fingers clutched her bag a little tighter as she caught sight of students bustling past. She wasn’t sure which made her more uncomfortable: the imposing car she’d arrived in or the man beside her who had refused to leave her side since the other night.Adrian sat calm and collected, his expression unreadable as he reviewed documents with Mr. Turner seated in front. The two men discussed what seemed to be logistics campus security for her as if it were just another business transaction.Ashleigh gave him a sidelong glance, her jaw tightening. Although she had some reservations, everything about this moment still felt surreal to her. She wasn’t just coming to college like she stormed out the mansion two months ago, she was returning with Adrian by her side, and under his protection…. no matter how overwhelming it was at the moment. She turned her face towa
“You said what? The stalker has been sending you messages?”Ashleigh’s froze as Adrian nodded with a grim expression. He turned the laptop to her, showing a glowing map of with scattered with glowing red dots across various regions.“ While I was in Italy, I had my private investigation team has been trace the message activity from your phone.” he explained, his voice low. “They have also monitored my messages as well. The patterns are much clearer now.”A chill ran down Ashleigh’s spine as her eyes scanned the map. Her college dorm,the library, the restaurant where she met Arthur, even the mansion were all marked.He clicked another window, and a black screen appeared with several lines of encrypted codes came up. “The last message was traced to Italy, and it has been confirmed this evening that the stalker is connected to an old Italian mafia organization.”Ashleigh’s brows furrowed, her pulse quickening. “Mafia?” she repeated, almost dumbfounded.Adrian’s next words were slower, h
The confidence Ashleigh had when she ordered Mr. Atkinson to get the driver fizzled as the Tixton building loomed ahead. Her palms were clammy, and her heart pounded unreasonably fast.What exactly was she doing? What was she going to say? She had no plan.....only a widening pit in her stomach and a need to see Adrian that wouldn’t stop growing no matter how she tried to crush it.One more mistake and she’d look desperate.She grimaced in the back seat, chewing her bottom lip before pulling out her phone in a panic.Ashleigh: HELP, I’m panicking!! He wasn’t home, so I’m going to his office. I think I’ve lost my mind.She stared at the screen like her life depended on it, tapping her fingers against her thigh until Arthur's three dots appeared.Arthur: OMG girl😯! Didn’t know you had it in you to make a move so fast.... proud of you😉Ashleigh: Not a move. A disaster in motion. What do I even say to him? I’m shaking😭😭Arthur: First off, breathe. Second... isn’t it still the weekend?
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