Three weeks passed swiftly, and Lena followed Asher's wishes by remaining away from him.She didn't want anything to do with him ever again but he kept on getting on her nerves anytime she saw his face on Television.She was able to obtain a loan from the bank and some friends to cover Liam's escape plot and her wedding expenses.Lena took a deep breath and looked ahead at the busy road. In two days, she'd be married to Blake.Her stomach wrenched as Blake caressed her knee with his thumb while driving her to fetch her wedding dress at the bridal shop. His touch no longer made her feel lightheaded and turned upside down and right side up.She'd caught him multiple times with his hookers making out. He no longer hides his act anymore and even goes to the extent of bringing them over to Lena's home. When he was done, he'd crawl to Lena's bed demanding she made love to him.Lena chose to live the rest of her life as a celibate rather than allow him to ever make love to her again. Losing
*An hour earlier*Asher was leaning against the bar table in the mini bar in his luxurious three-story building family home. He stared at the golden liquid inside the wine glass he was holding. It took all of his self-control not to toss the glass across the room. Not only did she insult him in front of newscasters and paparazzi, but Lena formed a whole scandal about him. She secretly recorded the rest of their conversation and sent it to the press!Asher gulped down the wine and clutched the glass forcefully. The glass cracked, piercing into his skin. He flung the pieces away in a fit of rage.She tarnished his reputation! Because of her, people are calling him names. Some people are even planning to protest against him for doing completely nothing but trying to put a fraud behind bars.He had gotten a phone call earlier from one of the prominent newscasters, who had told him to repent for his actions and withdraw from calling the authorities on Liam Duke." If you ever call my num
" Okay, ladies and gents, hush up," Josiah said to the ladies and guys sitting on separate couches from each other, with Drake in the middle of the twelve guys and Lena in the middle of the fourteen ladies.Lena had rented a lounging area for the bachelor and bachelorette party. After the introduction, the guys were meant to go to the lounge upstairs and have their fun while the ladies would stay down. Since Drake didn't tip in to either of the party, Lena could only afford a lounge. Abby cashed in a few bucks for decorations.Drake said the bachelor and bachelorette party should be strictly for friends and relatives their age, he didn't want any old people crashing the day he'd supposedly planned." Can you guys leave already?" Rebecca, Lena's distant cousin groaned. She impatiently awaited to enjoy the night with the girls and bride-to-be.Josiah looked at her with a breathtaking smirk and said, " No sweetheart, we have to do the introduction first before we get the main event."Hi
The male strippers returned to join the ladies for the party. Lena's eldest cousin ordered pizza for everyone, while Rebecca ordered lots of snacks. They all rounded the table filled with shots of alcohol whilst they sat on the ground. Lena watched with a smile as Abby chatted with the male stripper who was dancing on her a while ago. From the way she smiled with wide eyes and bit her lips at intervals, she had a crush on him. Lena rolled her eyes, not surprised. She hoped one day, Abby would find a guy she truly loved and stop playing around. " All right ladies," Lena's oldest cousin, Freda, got up and clicked a wine glass. When everyone kept quiet and put their attention on her, she smiled and announced. " So firstly, I'd like to say a big congratulations to my cousin for finding her soon-to-be husband!" Everyone cheered happily while Abby pulled Lena into a hug and kissed her cheek. " Drake is one lucky man but I swear, I'd beat his ass if he makes you cry." Lena fake-la
" Oh my goodness, Lena!" Grace shrieked as she entered Lean's room and noticed Lena was wearing makeup and her hair was tied back into a stylish bun.The next day arrived faster than Lena expected. Her head was still aching from the hangover, and the thought of her single life being eternally gone to a guy who had failed to reciprocate her love made it ache even more."You look stunning." Grace squirmed and moved over to Lena, who was trying to smile. " When Drake sees you, he won't be able to take his eyes off you."Speaking of Drake, she had not seen him since yesterday night, when he was naked and holding Rebecca in his arms." Keep up the good work Hailey," Grace said to the makeup and hair stylist. The wedding was to take place in Lena's patio, the fertile land had enough acres to accommodate less than a hundred guests. Drake requested Lena cash in money for a massive amount of money for the wedding because he was going to invite a lot of people. Lena, who had handled the bills
On hearing what Asher said, Lena's eyes turned loathsome. Her eyes snapped up to look at Asher who had the usual emotionless expression on his face. " You think this is funny, don't you?" Lena accused brusquely. Asher opened his mouth to oppose but she cut him off savagely. " Don't even say anything. You know there should be a limit to your bitchiness-" " Miss Dubby I didn't mean-" " You must have known this would happen all along." Lena threw her hands in the air. " You must have planned it with Drake. That's why you agreed to come today, so you can watch me suffer!" Immediately, she took a second to catch her breath; Asher spoke quickly. " Look, even if I wanted you to suffer, I wouldn't stoop this low. I did not make a joke; I meant it when I said I wanted to take Drake's place. It has nothing to do with hating you and definitely doesn't mean I have feelings for you. I believe it will benefit both of us if I take you down the altar." Lena froze. Her eyes rested keenly on his
Lena wasn't sure she heard correctly.She had spent her childhood and teenage years in an extended family enough to loathe it. She hardly had her privacy and couldn't do anything without someone meddling in. Plus, she had seen enough Bollywood movies to know that living with her husband's relatives would raise a stir.There was no way in hell, she'd pass through that! "What? You expect me to live with your parents?!"Asher's expression remained calm, but a hint of annoyance crept into his voice. "It's not an expectation, Miss Dubby. It's a requirement. My parents are...particular, and they want us to live with them."Lena's mind reeled as she tried to wrap her head around the situation. She had just married a man she barely knew, and now she was expected to live with his parents. It was too much to take in."Why?" Lena asked, trying to keep her tone neutral. "Why do they want us to live with them?"Asher's eyes seemed to cloud over, and for a moment, Lena thought she saw a glimmer of
Lena hurried to catch up with Asher as he made his way toward the house.Upon stepping inside, Lena's jaw nearly hit the floor. The entire interior was a lavish blend of blue and gold. Intricate gold patterns decorated the plush blue walls, and a grand spiral staircase wound upward from the side of the living room. The ceiling was so elegantly designed that it felt almost surreal. Two doors, labeled "Game Room" and "Cinema," caught her attention, further emphasizing the house's luxury."Close your mouth, would you?" Asher's cold voice snapped Lena out of her awe.Realizing her mouth had been open, she quickly shut it, her cheeks warming with embarrassment."Pathetic," Danielle muttered with a roll of her eyes, already seated on the couch beside her husband, enjoying their tea.Matteo was heading upstairs with some of Lena's luggage when a woman's voice called from the staircase."You can leave the bags here in the living room," said Jade, descending the stairs gracefully.Though techn
Asher tightly held the wheel of his silver Porsche, the engine humming softly as he drove home from a meeting, the city lights blurring past him.The cold night air created fog with his breath, and his mind was a jumbled mess. He drove slowly, not yet prepared to confront his home or Lena when his phone buzzed loudly beside him.He looked down to see Lena’s name flashing on the screen, causing a knot to twist in his stomach as he braced for what she might say.Maybe she had finally decided to let her ego down and speak to him, or maybe she just missed getting on his nerves like he did.He answered and put the call on speaker.In no time, her voice came bursting through, drunken and loud. “Mr. Asshole! Hey, are you there?” she giggled drunkenly. “I might've had a bit too much, yeah? Raymond’s totally smashed too, and I need a ride home. Come get me!” She laughed stupidly, a mix of excitement and chaos, with loud music pounding in the background.His jaw clenched at her words. Raymond,
By Friday, exhaustion had taken its toll. Asher was running on empty, yet had a meeting lined up with an important businessman, all glitz and cash, eager to close a deal. Asher dragged himself to the meeting, his suit sharp, face hardened, hoping work would drown out the turmoil within though things were hard without Trinity by his side. The venue was upscale, shining, and with classic floors and chandeliers hanging, and he settled at the table, papers spread, awaiting the appointment.The businessman arrived late, grinning broadly, his wife by his side tall, blonde, and radiant. “Asher, friend,” he said, giving him a friendly clap on the shoulder, “this is Clara. Keeps me in check, doesn’t she?” Clara laughed, warm and inviting, taking the seat beside him, her hand resting comfortably on his arm. Asher nodded, forcing a smile, but his focus drifted to their connection.They were tactile and affectionate in the way they interacted. The man Mark, introducing his wife, kept his hand
Minutes earlier...Luca hung back in the hallway ol, his footsteps muted against the old floorboards as he clutched a stack of papers in his hands.He intended to discuss business with Asher, but the shouting coming from the bedroom stopped him. Asher's growl and Lena's sharp reply “It's a fake bloody marriage, Asher!” hit him like a punch. He froze, breath hitching, processing the implication: their marriage was a facade? His mind raced, and a sly smile crept onto his face; this was pure gold, like really pure gold.He inched closer to the door, straining to hear the end of the argument Asher's bitter question. “Are you seeing someone, then?” followed by Lena's cool denial: “Yeah, I am.” The door slammed open, and Asher stormed past, too furious to notice Luca lurking in the shadows. Asher's anger fueled Luca's excitement this wasn't just juicy gossip; it was leverage he could manipulate.Quickly, he ran into his room, his phone in hand. Angelica's number lit up on the screen,
Asher sat in the backseat of his Porsche, the engine humming as they cruised through the city. The night was dark, with street lights flashing by, and he looked out the window, his thoughts in disarray, a lot going on his mind. Matteo stayed silent in the front seat, hands firmly on the wheel, while Josiah was next to Asher, chattering away like a wind-up toy. “Hey, picture this, right?” Josiah exclaimed, his voice loud and playful. “We arrive, and Abby's there in that red dress boom! I trip over my own feet trying to impress her! I’d look like a total fool, right?” He laughed, slapping his knee, grinning like a kid telling a bad joke. Asher clenched his fist, trying not to let his anger get the best of him. He hated himself for expecting any more from Lena. Last time, she forgot about their date and went on a ride with that bastard; now, she had called him to say Abby would take her place since she had a terrible headache. Asher barely registered Josiah, his eyes on the st
The next day, Asher sank into the driver’s seat of his silver. He rubbed his face, restless, his thoughts consumed by the dinner Lena had convinced him to attend tonight.Not wanting to be alone with his thoughts, he picked up his phone, found Josiah’s contact, and called before he could second-guess himself.“ Well, well, well, have dogs begun to fly?” Josiah greeted him, his voice lanky and absurd as usual, as though he’d just tripped on something amusing. “What’s going on? Are you actually calling me?”Asher frowned and leaned back in his seat. “Cut it out, you clown,” he replied, trying to maintain a gruff demeanor but failing. “Want to go out tonight for a pint or something? Your call.” He played it cool.There was a moment of silence from Josiah before he burst into laughter. “Ha! Is this a setup? You, wanting to hang out with little ol’ me?” he said, sounding as if Asher had just told him a funny story. “You alright, pal? Hit your head or something?” He cackled before lowerin
As dawn broke slowly, Asher was already awake, restless in the small room he had slept in. The bed was uncomfortable, and the quiet ambiance, interrupted only by the occasional creak or birdcall, kept him anxious. He packed his belongings into a bag, eager to leave this cramped, middle-class setting and return to his own life. He could hear Lena shuffling around downstairs, likely also packing.He made his way down the stairs with his bag slung over his shoulder and found Lena in the kitchen with her mother. Lena was hastily packing a sweater into her backpack, her hair tousled, while her mum fussed by the kettle, steam rising in the dim light. The aroma of toast and tea filled the air, a cozy scent that made Asher uncomfortable. He dropped his bag by the door, gave a brief nod to both of them and said, “Ready when you are,” his voice gruff, already mentally distancing himself from the room.Lena’s mum turned around, wiping her hands on her apron, and gave them a look, sharp yet w
Asher leaned against the small window in the cramped room Lena had arranged for him, the dark and silent night surrounding him. He heard the stairs creak slowly, and his head whipped around. The door opened slightly, revealing Lena, arms crossed, her expression a blend of irritation and an unrecognizable softness.Seeing her was like a breath of fresh air, a comforting surprise he didn’t anticipate. His shoulders relaxed a little, and the tightness in his chest eased, though he would never confess it to her or anyone else. She caught his gaze and smirked, a cheeky sparkle in her eyes. “What’s this?” she teased lightly. “Mum thinks you’re up here missing me. Cute, isn’t it? Tough guy, pining for my company?”He scoffed, sharply turning from the window to face her fully. “Pining? You’re dreaming, Lena. I’ve been perfectly fine without your chatter every five minutes.” He crossed his arms, mirroring her stance, though a twitch at the corner of his mouth threatened a grin.Lena walked
Asher stood alone in the tiny and unkempt room Lena had prepared for him. It was a tight space with barely enough room for the single bed in it, a crippled chair, and a scratched-up dresser in it. He didn’t sit, didn’t unpack, just moved to the small window, pushing the thin curtain aside. The street outside was dark and void of life, just a few shining lamps casting shadows on the Broken pavement. He looked out, hands in his pockets, and his mind filled with so many thoughts, dragging him back to places he didn’t want to go, lucid and uncalled thought.Flashbacks hit him hard on the rain-soaked nights, the smells of blood on his knuckles, shouts echoing down narrow alleys, hovering on his mind. He saw his old life, rough friends, dodgy deals, the kind of stuff that left scars inside and out him. A younger Asher, angry and lost, running through streets not much different from this one. His breath caught, chest tight,breath unsteady, as he remembered the cold, the fear, the mess
Asher was standing on the rickety, dirty porch of Lena’s parents’ home, when his phone buzzed in his hand, and Angelica’s name glared at him from the screen. He thought, "What the hell is going on? Why is she suddenly calling him?" He sighed deeply, frustrated, his thumb scrolling over the end call button. He didn't want to hear her voice, not now, not ever, not after the chaotic and stressful day he’d had, with his mind still filled with old memories and the view of the street. The phone continued to ring again and again, so he reluctantly pressed it to his ear. “What do you want?” he asked, his tone sharp and steady.“Where are you, Asher?” Angelica’s voice came through the air, filled with accusations and fury, as if she were looking for a confrontation.He rested against the porch railing, which creaked under his weight. “Why does it matter to you?” he answered coldly. He wasn’t in the mood for her drama today.She persisted. “Don’t play dumb with me,” she hissed. “I heard y