Chapter 36

Asher's POV

I drove round and round the road, how I managed to survive was a miracle. As I drove recklessly, I was in pain—not from the bruises from my father's beating. I was a fool, a very big fool. “I wish I could turn back the hands of time”, I thought, maybe I might not have made the risky investment I did with IAS. Maybe I might not have carried out projects that were not fruitful, or not have carried any projects at all.

I couldn't bear Arabella seeing me like this. It would hurt my ego, looking like a mess in front of her. My father was furious, and he had every reason to be. The suite I had been managing was his precious baby; he had started his first suite business with that.

I kept driving, the hours blending together. The city lights blurred past, a whirlwind of colors and shapes. “Why did I have to be so reckless?”, “damnit,” I said, as the car's engine roared as I pushed it to its limits, the speedometer needle climbing higher and higher. I needed to outrun my thoughts