Ashley’s POVAs I hurried through the hallway, my heels clicking against the marble floor, relief washed over me. Veronica had agreed not to pull out of the gala. I couldn’t wait to get back to Andreas and share the good news. We had done it, or rather—I had done it. I had managed to hold my own against Veronica Hastings. The thought made me feel stronger than I had in weeks. I wondered what Ashton would think if she had seen me today. Would she be proud of me for holding my own, for standing strong like she always taught me when we were younger?Just as I rounded the corner, my pace quickened, but then I saw him—Adam. He looked like he was heading somewhere but paused at the sight of me and leaned casually against the wall, that ever-present smirk playing on his lips. I immediately straightened, slowing my steps, doing my best to mask the adrenaline and excitement coursing through me moments before.“Adam,” I greeted, forcing my voice to stay light, though my stomach twisted in discom
Ashley’s POVAs I approached the room where Andreas was recovering, my heart raced with anticipation. I punched in the code, hearing the faint beep as the door unlocked, and stepped inside, eager to share the good news about Veronica. But as soon as I entered, my breath caught in my throat—the bed was empty. My pulse quickened in panic. Where was he?My eyes darted around the room, and just as I was about to rush out and find someone, I noticed his suit jacket and tie lying haphazardly across the bed. That stopped me in my tracks. My eyes lingered on them for a moment, and just then, the door to the bathroom creaked open, and Andreas stepped out.I swallowed hard, my breath catching again—but this time, for a different reason.Andreas stood there, his usually perfectly gelled hair now a tousled mess. His face looked freshly washed, droplets of water still clinging to his skin. But it wasn’t just his face that caught my attention—it was his shirt. It hung open, revealing the chiseled mu
Ashley’s POVFor a moment, Andreas just stared at me, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, the corners of his mouth lifted into a smile—a real smile, the kind that made his eyes light up."You did it," he said softly, almost to himself. "You actually did it."I nodded, feeling the weight of the moment finally lifting from my shoulders. “So, you don’t have to worry about Veronica pulling out of the gala,” I said, my words rushing out as the relief of the situation started to settle in. “But you’ll still need to reach out to her secretary to schedule a time to meet, you know, formally discuss everything.”I kept talking, rambling on about the logistics, trying to focus on anything but the way my heart has started to race thanks to Andreas’ undivided attention on me. My thoughts were still running a mile a minute when, suddenly, Andreas closed the distance between us in one swift movement. I froze, my breath catching as his arms wrapped around me, pulling me into a tight hug. His warm
Ashley’s POVThe highlight of the gala had to be the look on Adam’s face when Andreas and I returned to the party. His usual smugness was nowhere to be found. Instead, his mouth pressed into a thin line, his nostrils flaring slightly as he turned away from the group he had been chatting with. He cut a quick glance at Veronica, who caught sight of Andreas and me approaching. She offered a warm smile, her eyes brightening with interest as she moved to greet us."Good to see you, Andreas," Veronica said smoothly, her voice low as though sharing a secret. "I hope you're feeling better now?" The inquiry about his health was subtle, and I appreciated her discretion.Andreas, ever the master of composed indifference, gave her a small smile and a curt nod. "Much better, thank you for asking and for agreeing to give us an audience," he said, though I noticed the brief flicker in his eyes, the faint tightening of his jaw as though holding back the weariness threatening to creep in.Veronica’s s
Ashley’s POVLeaving the table with a polite excuse—something about needing to say goodbye to Faye—was more of a necessity than a desire. Thomas's lingering stares had grown unbearable, each glance from him feeling like a weight pressing down on me, reminding me of his words the last time we’d been in the presence of each other. The moment I stood, I could feel his eyes on my back, and I wondered how he didn’t even care that his wife was right beside him while he was making those not so subtle glances at me. I had to get away, at least for a moment.Faye, bless her, didn’t question my sudden appearance by her side. She simply smiled, her eyes twinkling with something knowing, and leaned in close to whisper, “I’m going to introduce you to a few people. They were…friends with Ashton.”The word friends felt strange. I knew Ashton would have friends, she was the popular twin after all but besides Faye, I hadn’t been expecting to meet any of them. I followed Faye’s lead, smiling and noddi
Ashley’s POVI didn’t even realize when I drifted off, but the shrill sound of my alarm snapped me awake. My phone screen flashed, reminding me of today—my friendship anniversary with Liv. A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips. The one constant in my life, even through all this madness, had been Liv. I quickly typed out a message, "Happy friendship anniversary, babes. Do you have time? Should we meet for lunch?" and hit send.Sitting up, I felt an odd sense of urgency, like today was different. Maybe it was because it might be my last day here—my last day pretending to be someone I wasn’t, and my last day in this mansion that was both beautiful and suffocating. I headed to the bathroom, deciding to take extra care getting ready. My reflection stared back at me, and for a moment, I hardly recognized the woman in the mirror. I looked very different from the woman that had first come into the mansion; timid, unsure and worried about her eccentric sister. I looked different, but
Ashley’s POVI hadn’t lasted up to fifteen minutes with Liv at the restaurant she had picked for our friendship anniversary before Liv sniffed out that something was wrong. The restaurant was bustling with laughter and chatter, the air filled with the comforting aroma of food, but all I could focus on was the weight of the novel pressing against my side through my bag.“Okay, spill,” Liv said, leaning in closer, her hazel eyes narrowing with concern. “What’s wrong?”I tried to muster a smile, but it felt forced, like trying to put together a puzzle with missing pieces. “I’m fine, Liv. Just… a little tired.”Her brow arched skeptically. “Tired? You look like you just walked through a ghost town. You’re avoiding eye contact, and your hands are shaking. What’s really going on? I know you said you wanted to hang out, but we can just head back to my place and order in if being outside is too much for you right now.”I sighed, knowing I couldn’t keep it to myself any longer. I reached into m
Ashley’s POVJust as my hand hovered over the phone, ready to answer, the call ended abruptly. My heart thudded in my chest, the silence in its wake even louder. I glanced up at Liv, and she was already staring back at me, her eyes wide and calculating. I could almost see the gears turning in her head, mirroring my own frantic thoughts.Maybe this wasn’t just a prank. Maybe it wasn’t just a harmless delivery or a mistake. The phone call—the timing—something about it was off. And now, the weight of that realization hung between us like a thick fog.“What are you thinking?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, but I didn’t really need to ask. Liv was thinking the same thing I was.“This is getting weird,” Liv said, leaning back in her chair, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. “It’s not just the book anymore, Ash. You said you got a call earlier, right after the package came, and now this? There’s no way it’s a coincidence.”I swallowed hard, nodding. My throat felt tight, like