Ashley’s POVI studied his face, searching for any sign of deceit, but all I saw was a deep, raw hurt. “I’ve been receiving gifts—tickets, books, notes. Things that seem...off. Unsettling. I thought maybe it was you, trying to get my attention.”His expression darkened, the hurt in his eyes replaced by a flare of indignation. “You think I’d do something like that?” He sounded wounded, his voice rising with a mixture of disbelief and anger. “I may be a lot of things, Ashton, but I’m not a stalker. If I wanted to talk to you, I’d talk to you. I wouldn’t hide behind creepy gifts.”I hesitated, taken aback by the vehemence in his response. He was clearly offended by the accusation, and for a brief moment, I almost believed him. “I’m sorry,” I said softly, trying to placate him. “I just needed to know.”He shook his head, the anger slowly fading, replaced once more by that look of deep, aching sadness. “No,” he muttered, more to himself than to me. “I didn’t send you anything because I fig
Andreas’s POVI stood in the corner of the ballroom, my gaze fixed on Ashley as she laughed at something Kennedy said, and my fists clenched and unclenched at my sides as I debated whether I should go back to her. Just as I took a step forward, a familiar figure moved into my line of sight.Sydney.She returned from the bar where she’d gone to get us drinks with the confidence of someone who knew she wouldn’t be turned away, her smile wide but with a sharp edge I recognized too well. The gleam in her eyes hadn’t changed; it was that same calculating look she always had when she wanted something from me. I felt a flicker of irritation, but I kept my face neutral as she closed the distance between us, handing me a glass as she clinked hers against mine."Andreas," she said, her voice a smooth, practiced purr. "It’s been too long since we’ve really talked."I gave her a curt nod, forcing a polite smile. "I didn’t expect to see you tonight." It was true; I hadn’t seen her name on the gues
Andreas’s POVSydney’s eyes widened, the realization hitting her like a physical blow. Her lips parted, but no words came out. For once, she seemed genuinely at a loss. Her face crumpled, a look of disbelief mingling with the betrayal. "I’m glad that you’ve finally got that figured out."The anguish in her voice was palpable, and for a moment, I felt a pang of guilt. Not for loving Ashley, but for the hope I had let Sydney hold on to for far too long. It was my fault as much as hers. I had never given her a definitive answer, never shut the door completely. I had let her linger in the hope of something that was never going to happen."Yes," I said finally, the word heavy with finality. "It’s her."My eyes drifted back to Ashley, unable to resist the pull she had on me, like a magnet I couldn’t fight. I watched her across the ballroom, her smile polite as she spoke with Kennedy. There was a comfort between them that I couldn’t ignore, an ease in their conversation that set my teeth on
Ashley’s POVThe initial wave of relief I felt upon seeing Andreas quickly dissolved into a cold, creeping terror as he and Thomas clashed. It happened so fast that I barely had time to react. One moment, Thomas was standing too close, his drunken smirk making my skin crawl; the next, Andreas was there, shoving him hard against the wall. I could hear the sickening thud of Thomas’s back hitting the concrete, and the sheer force of it made me wince.Andreas’s face was a mask of pure, unrestrained fury. It was a side of him I had never seen, and it terrified me. He was always so composed, so in control, but now he looked like he was on the verge of losing it. His hand gripped Thomas’s collar, twisting the fabric as if he might tear it apart. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he demanded, his voice low and deadly.Thomas, despite his disheveled state, let out a taunting laugh. He wasn’t scared—if anything, he seemed to be enjoying the confrontation. His eyes, glassy from alcohol,
Ashley’s POVI swallowed hard, my throat aching with the effort to speak. “Sydney,” I said, the name bitter on my tongue. “It’s clear that there’s something between you two. Perhaps because of the marriage contract, and I can’t blame you for that but are you and her still…?”“Of course not. I haven’t laid a finger on her since you entered the picture and I didn’t think to tell you because she’s not been hovering around me, or trying to do what Thomas just did. I had no idea Thomas and Ashton were having an affair and the minute you realized, you should have told me, not entertain him because you feel guilty for your sister’s actions, because that’s what this is, isn’t it? Aren’t you tired of always cleaning up her messes?”His words stung like I’d been slapped and I took a step back, my eyes widening with anger. “You don’t get to talk to me like that, Andreas. You don’t know shit about what’s been happening.”"There’s more? What else are you hiding, Ashley?" he snapped, his voice roug
Andreas’s POVI watched Ashley’s figure disappear into the night, my heart tightening in my chest with each step she took away from me. The argument played over and over in my mind, every word I’d said echoing in my head, and a sinking feeling started to settle in my stomach. What had I done? How could I have let jealousy overtake me like that? I’d pushed her away, said things I never meant, all because I couldn’t stand the thought of losing her to someone else.I wanted to run after her, apologize, but something inside me stopped me. The pounding in my chest was growing worse, too heavy, too familiar. A cold, sharp pain flared through me, a reminder of my deteriorating heart condition I’d been ignoring for too long. I’d been so worked up about her keeping secrets from me when I was nothing but a hypocrite who hadn’t even told her how badly my condition had gotten and that the doctor wanted me to do surgery as soon as possible.Shaking my head, I pushed the thought aside, focusing ins
Ashton’s POVWell, now that it’s all out of the bag, it’s safe to say that I’m alive. I never died. Faking my death was never something I expected to actually do, despite how many times I’d toyed with the idea.I always admired people who could pull off something like that. I used to watch those movies, the ones where someone just disappears, and I’d think, What would it be like? To just walk away, start fresh, without the weight of your past chasing you. I remember watching Gone Girl—I loved it, actually. I’d play it over and over, fascinated by how someone could manipulate everyone around them, even their own fate. I never imagined I’d end up doing it. But that’s what I did, isn’t it? I faked it. I left everything, including myself, behind.But here’s the thing—I’m not dead. Not physically, at least. But I might as well be. I let everyone believe I was. I wanted to vanish. I wanted to escape the mess I’d created. I thought if I could just disappear, the chaos would stop. I thought i
Ashton’s POVI should have told Andreas. I know I should have. But the shame...the shame was unbearable. I’d never felt guilt like that before, not even when I was conning rich men out of their money with Shawn. It was a game back then, a way to feel powerful in a world where I’d always been at someone else’s mercy. But with Andreas, it was different. He was different. He might have been cold, calculating, and distant, but he always defended me in front of his family. He valued my opinion, trusted me with decisions, and most shockingly, helped me open my own gallery—a dream I never thought would come true. He gave me something I’d never had before: a sense of stability, of worth.The more I realized how much I valued him, the more I feared losing him. Because I knew that if he ever found out the truth—about my past, about the stalker—I’d lose everything. He’d look at me the way all the others did when they realized I’d played them. I’d be nothing but a liar, a fraud. And I couldn’t be
Ashley’s POV“Thank you,” I managed, taking the bouquet from Andreas, my fingers trembling slightly. “You… you came.”He chuckled softly, nodding. “Wouldn’t miss it. I’m proud of you, Ashley. You’re amazing. The book…it’s incredible.” He paused, and the warmth in his eyes made my heart race. “I’ve already read it, by the way,” he added, a hint of teasing in his tone. “I couldn’t put it down.”A small, awkward laugh escaped my lips, a nervous sound. “You read it?” I asked, almost incredulous. “All of it?”He nodded, his gaze unwavering. “Every word. You have a real talent, Ashley. I’m not just saying that because of…well, because of us.” He gave a small smile, almost sheepish, and I swallowed, fighting the urge to reach out and kiss him. “You’ve always had it in you. I’m just glad the world gets to know the face behind the work.”I felt a warmth in my chest, the kind that had been absent for so long. I opened my mouth to thank him and paused, wondering if he’d leave after I responded a
Ashley’s POVThe book launch venue was everything I’d hoped it would be—a cozy, intimate setting with an air of understated elegance. The soft glow of chandeliers reflected off the polished wood floors, and the tables were lined with white tablecloths, their centerpieces adorned with my favorite flowers. It was the kind of place that felt warm and welcoming, just like the people who had supported me along the way. As I stood outside for a moment, taking in the sight of it all, a nervous flutter took over my stomach. The event was finally happening. This was real. I rushed to the back entrance, slightly out of breath as I adjusted my dress. It was simple but elegant, a soft blue outfit that felt just right for the occasion. I had done everything to plan, but of course, I was running behind. The chaos of getting ready and the last-minute checks on everything had left me feeling a bit frazzled, but beneath the nerves, there was a sense of excitement I couldn’t ignore. This moment was f
Ashley’s POVA Year LaterThe air was crisp, but the sun cast a warm, golden glow over the gravesite. I sat on the bench near Ashton’s tombstone, the scent of fresh flowers mixing with the earthy smell of the cemetery. In my hands, I held a bouquet of bright flowers and a box of cookies—the kind we used to love as kids.I arranged them carefully at the base of the stone, each movement slow, deliberate. I knew Ashton wasn’t really here, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was still with me—somewhere, somehow. Sometimes, I liked to think she could hear me, or at least, feel my presence. So, I began speaking aloud, as if she were sitting right beside me, just like when we were younger, chatting about everything and nothing at all.“It’s been an eventful year, Ash,” I murmured, feeling the weight of the words as I spoke them. “I guess you know that already, but I still need to say it. I’ve been doing a lot of things I never thought I’d do.”I paused, looking out at the rows of grave
Ashley’s POVI swallowed hard, my throat tightening. The words felt like a punch in the gut, but in a way, they were also the relief I hadn’t known I was waiting for. My sister, my twin, had always been larger than life. She had overshadowed me in everything—her beauty, her confidence, her charisma. It wasn’t always intentional. She hadn’t known the effect she had on me, the way I always felt like I was just trying to catch up, just trying to exist beside her.“I’m sorry for all the times I overshadowed you, even without meaning to. You were always the best part of me.”The words blurred as tears welled up in my eyes. I hadn’t realized until that moment how much I had needed to hear them. I had spent so much of my life feeling like an afterthought, living in the space that Ashton’s brilliance had left behind. But now, as I read those words, I allowed myself to believe them—for the first time in my life.“I hope you can forgive me for all the times I wasn’t there, for all the mess I le
Ashley’s POVThe room was quiet, save for the hum of the heater, a soft background noise that reminded me that I was no longer at the mansion. I sat at the small desk in the corner of my now shared apartment with Liv, staring at the blank page of my journal. The pen in my hand felt foreign, like I was holding someone else’s tool, meant for someone else’s purpose.It had been weeks since I left Andreas, though it still felt like I was living in the aftermath of that decision. The pain was still there, a constant presence in the pit of my stomach, but there was something else, too—a strange, bittersweet peace. I was no longer just pretending. I wasn’t living in the shadow of Ashton’s life, her successes, her untimely death. I was just... me.I shifted in the chair, pulling my knees up to my chest as I let my gaze drift out the window. The lights of the city twinkled below, but the sky above was dark, as though it mirrored the way I still felt inside. Despite the nights I cried myself to
Andreas’s POVMoving to the bedroom, I laid on Ashley’s side, feeling the coldness of the sheets where her warmth had once been. Without her, it felt wrong, everything felt wrong. But I couldn’t change it. Not yet, at least. She had made her choice, and I had to respect that.I had to admit it, even to myself: I didn’t think I could live without her. But as much as I ached for her, chasing after her now would only drive her further away. She needed time, space to figure herself out, and I wasn’t about to make her feel cornered. I wasn’t about to be the one who trapped her. She had already sacrificed so much for me, for Ashton. If I was going to love her the way she deserved, I had to let her go.I knew that she didn’t ask me to wait. She hadn’t asked me to do anything, really, except to give her what she needed. But in my heart, I couldn’t shake the resolve that I would wait for her. Time would pass, and maybe she’d find her way back to me. Or maybe she wouldn’t. But no matter what, I
Andreas’s POVThe glass of whiskey sat in front of me, untouched, and I stared at it without really seeing it, my mind preoccupied with the words Ashley had left me with, the ones that echoed in my head like an unwanted refrain. “You deserve someone who fits seamlessly into your life, not someone who makes you choose.”For the first time, I questioned everything I had built. I had spent years constructing a life that was logical, pragmatic—a life that adhered to the rules of the world I was born into. A life where love was a luxury, something I could never afford. I married Ashton, not out of love, but because it was expected of me and I had wanted someone who wouldn’t be my father’s pawn. The contract was simple, clean, and it served its purpose. I chose the company over everything else, convincing myself that reputation, power, and control were all that mattered. I never allowed myself to truly love, not because I didn’t want to, but because I couldn’t. My heart, damaged by a condit
Ashley’s POVI took a deep breath and sat down beside Andreas, feeling the coolness of the leather against my skin, the space between us growing more fragile with every passing second.“I don’t know where to start,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “I love you, Andreas. I’ve loved you for so long now, even when I didn’t know how to admit it, even when I didn’t know how to let myself feel it.”He was silent, his dark eyes fixed on me, watching me with a mixture of concern and understanding. He wasn’t interrupting, waiting patiently as I tried to find the right words. His presence was warm, comforting even, but it only made this harder.“I didn’t know what I was getting into when I agreed to the swap but meeting you has been one of the most rewarding moments of my existence,” I continued, the tears that had been threatening to spill finally falling freely. “You’ve shown me love, patience, and given me the strength to face so many things, things I didn’t even realize I needed to face. You’
Ashley’s POVThe day of Ashton’s burial was a blur of emotions. Grief, yes—I had expected that. But there was also relief, anger, hope, and a strange sense of peace that I couldn’t quite place.The small ceremony was held in a quiet corner of the Thorne estate, under a canopy of trees that Ashton would’ve loved. The turnout was larger than I’d anticipated. It wasn’t just family, though the Thorne family was represented in some way, with Andreas and Annabelle by my side. Workers from the gallery had come too, some of them tearfully recalling stories of Ashton’s quick wit and unmatched dedication to her work. Liv had been by my side the entire time and Faye had managed to track down a few close friends, and seeing their faces filled me with gratitude.Of course, Adam and Amarinth were nowhere to be seen. I hadn’t expected them to come, nor did I want them there. Thomas was absent too, but Sansa had made an appearance. I couldn’t help but notice how much lighter she seemed, almost radian