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Ashley Deluca’s pov: (Two years later) “Tell me, love. What happened?” the little girl seemed so scared. This was her third day with me and still, she was not opening up with anyone. The psychiatrist had advised me to keep trying daily with all the love and gentleness as the girl seemed to like me a lot. “Hey, Sana.” I held the hand of sixteen years old who had a pale face and used to shiver when anyone around her used to speak loudly. She easily used to get scared of rain and thunderstorms. “I promise. Whatever you would tell me, it won’t go out of my office,” I felt her grip tightening around my hand. This was encouraging. And then a miracle started happening. Her lips shook and she blinked her eyes a few times. The tears started dropping down her cheeks, “He … he might come back.” She stuttered. Her eyes were glued to the door. “No one is coming here, Sana. You are safe here, child.” I left my seat and crouched down on the floor, “That man will never come back. He is in jai
***[This book is written exclusively for Goodnovel app only. Any illegal production of this novel will result in immediate legal action.]*** Ashley Walters pov My graduation ceremony was due in a few days. My university fellows were stunned when they discovered that I was married to Justin. Justin had gotten back his dean position, thanks to my dearest brother-in-law Keith. Two years back, after the announcement of will by Grandpa, Sarah’s mom passed away. Steward Garner… I mean Grandpa was very upset about her demise. She had been a good daughter-in-law and shared a very good bond with him before Leigh Walters arrived to announce her pregnancy. The woman could not have enough guts to leave Ashton Garner, so she suffered throughout her life. She could never develop that special bond with her kids. She could never express her hatred for her husband to anyone. The woman was so mentally disturbed that she could never take a stand for her son when Ashton forced him to marry a girl. All
Eve’s pov: “Thank you so much, dear.” Mrs. Gilbert bobbed her hair several times looking at her image in the mirror, “I think this hairstyle suits me.” “You look amazing, Ms. Gilbert.” I praised her and took off her long black apron. She did look changed in this new haircut that I just gave her. After I got done with blow drying, she could not stop herself from smiling and examining her image in the mirror again and again. “I hope, my husband likes it.” She whispered and took me by surprise when she kissed my cheek. Only thirty minutes were left in closing the salon. My subordinates were still not done with the services. June looked up while attending to a customer’s pedicure, “Eve. Once I will be done, I will help you with the daily income records.” I nodded at her kindness and went to the bathroom for washing my hands. I had come a long way from Ice Cream Heaven where we used to manage every record in a thick register. Now I had a laptop where I used to keep the record of the Sa
My heart started racing as I felt the warmth of his body against mine. I looked up at him, and our eyes locked again. The intensity in his gaze was almost too much to bear. I swallowed hard, trying to calm my nerves. "Who is still here?" I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper. Ha-ha. I had already forgotten about Brian and was asking this man a silly question like a fool. "Umm. The man? The one who's been following you," he reminded me, his voice low and steady. "I've been keeping an eye on him, but I think he's getting bolder. We need to leave now." He held me close as he spoke, his hands firm but gentle. I couldn't help but feel safe in his embrace, even though I had no idea who he was. “Leave the place! And go where?” I tried to hold my horses in his presence. Nobody had this kind of effect on me. “Any place. Where he can’t reach you, Cherie.” He suggested. If he was finding my questions a little absurd, he chose not to remark. "Okay," I said, my voice barely audib
I felt a mix of shock and excitement as Adonis leaned in and whispered in my ear calling me long legs. My staff was still watching us, and I could feel their eyes on me as I tried to compose myself.I took a step back from him and looked up, trying to gauge his intentions. Was he just playing with me, or did he really like me?He must have sensed my hesitation because he took a step forward and reached out to touch my arm, "This was the first thing I noticed about you when we met in that club. Your legs."I could sense my cheeks heating up to his gaze. Thankfully his low whispers were not audible to others… except that man sitting on the stylist’s seat.I nodded, still feeling a little dazed, I managed to say. "I appreciate your honesty... Adonis!"He smiled, "I don't like playing games, long legs. Life's too short for that, you know?"I nodded again, feeling a surge of admiration for him. How right he was! Who would know about this bitter truth of life better than me? Life was too sh
I was standing near Margret who was working on the salon’s main counter. We had decided to go for a hundred percent advance bookings and were discussing advertising it.“For the time being you can take over the reception,” I suggested her. The poor woman was an arthritis patient, so I used to involve her more in desk jobs.“By the way,” she bent over the counter with that sinful glint in her eyes, “how is it going with that gorgeous hunk?”She was so secretive, and the question was so unexpected that I had to pull back to look at her face.“Umm. Ah. Nothing serious…” Nobody here knew that he was here in the Salon before everyone else arrived. They were also not aware that he had invited me for the lunch, next day.“I think he likes you. Give him a chance, Eve.” She suggested me with kindness.As I continued to stand next to Margaret at the salon’s main counter, I couldn't help but feel a bit awkward about her question regarding the "gorgeous hunk." I knew she was my sincere employee a
“Where are we exactly going?” I turned to him in his luxury car when he turned the steering to an unknown route. The road over there seemed a bit rough and patchy. I didn’t think if I had ever been to this part of Arguli.“Don’t worry, I am not kidnapping you,” he reassured me jokingly, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. “Do you like water? Like going to the beaches and all.”A big grin settled on my face, “Oh, I love it!” I told him excitingly, “Are we going to Arguli Beach?”“No,” he replied, his smile growing wider. “We’re not going to the Arguli beach though. We’re going a little deeper than that. But don’t worry, wherever you don’t find it comfortable, just let me know.”As we continued driving, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement mixed with curiosity. Where was he taking me?Finally, he pulled up in front of a small cabin with kayaks lined up outside. That’s when it hit me. We were going kayaking!“We’re going kayaking?” I asked, my voice laced with surprise.“Yes,” he
There was a ding, and with it, the elevator doors opened. I stepped out with Adonis following me, and I stopped dead short. The apartment's room which seemed like a living room was huge but with a minimalist approach. It was decorated in all grey, with sleek, modern furniture that gave it a sophisticated and elegant feel. As I took a step forward, Adonis put his hand on my shoulder and gently guided me towards the couch. "Make yourself comfortable," he said with a smile. "Can I get you something to drink?" "Water, please," I replied, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the grandeur of the apartment. As Adonis disappeared into the kitchen, I took a moment to look around. The living room was impressive, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a stunning view of the city skyline. The walls were adorned with tasteful artwork, I was sure at the daytime the room most likely would be filled with natural light that must highlight the space's unique features even more. Adonis returned with a g