Ashley’s POVI leaned forward, staring at Andreas’s sleeping form. My heart ached for him too, for everything he was going through. “I’m so sorry, Andreas,” I whispered, the words slipping out before I could stop them. “I never got to tell Ashton…how much I loved her. How much I regret everything we never said. And now, I might never get the chance to tell you either.”Tears pricked my eyes again as I spoke, my voice breaking as I let myself cry. For Ashton. For Andreas. For myself. The past few days had been an unrelenting blur of uncertainty, of grief, and I had tried so hard to hold it together. But I couldn’t anymore. I couldn’t be strong anymore. It felt like everything inside me was unraveling, and there was no one here to pick up the pieces but me.“I’m sorry,” I said again, my voice barely above a whisper, as I leaned forward and placed my hand on Andreas’s, the coolness of his skin making me shiver. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I don’t know how to fix any of this.”
Adam’s POVI stared out the window of my office, my fingers digging into the edge of my desk, as I stared at the city sprawled beneath me, a busy blur of cars and people. The world seemed to move forward, unaware of the reality of my situation. And all of it—the tension, the resentment, the years of waiting—was coming to a head now.Andreas.Just thinking his name made my blood boil. I could still see it clearly—the day my father brought him into our home, as if he were one of us, as if he belonged. I was just a boy, standing there, trying to understand why my father had brought this bastard into our family. I had watched, frozen with disbelief, as my father proudly introduced Andreas—his son from a mistress no one had ever spoken of. There were no apologies, no apologies for the mess it had caused. No apologies for how it shattered everything. I had been the eldest, the firstborn. I should have been the heir, the one to carry the family name forward. But my father had taken that away
Ashley’s POVThe doctor examined Andreas carefully, his movements deliberate and precise. I sat on the edge of my seat, unable to tear my eyes away from him. My hands were clasped so tightly together that my knuckles were white. Finally, the doctor straightened, offering me a small, reassuring smile. “His vitals are normal,” he said. “He’s stable. We’ll need to keep him here for a few more days to monitor his progress, but everything looks good.” Relief surged through me like a tidal wave, and I exhaled a shaky breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. “Thank you,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. The doctor gave a curt nod before leaving the room, and suddenly, the quiet felt deafening. It was just me and Andreas now. I looked at him, his face still pale but peaceful, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.And then his eyes fluttered open. My heart skipped a beat as those familiar, stormy eyes locked onto mine. A weak smile played on his lips—small and fle
Ashley’s POVI stood outside the imposing Thorne Enterprises, and the wind seemed colder as I stared up at the building, the enormity of the situation finally sinking in. My heart pounded in my chest, and for a moment, I thought I might actually collapse under the pressure. I was about to step into a world that had never been mine to begin with—one that felt impossibly distant from the life I had once known.I hadn’t realized just how drastically things had shifted since Ashton’s death. My mind kept going back to the way everything had unfolded—the sudden loss of my twin sister and the unexpected discovery of her will where everything she owned (which included shares she’d been given by Andreas after marriage) should be transferred to me. Me, a shareholder in one of the most powerful companies in the city? It still didn’t seem real. I didn’t belong here. I hadn’t asked for this. But there I was, standing at the entrance to the building, about to enter a meeting that could decide the f
Ashley’s POVThe room erupted into murmurs, a buzz of disbelief and curiosity. I felt every set of eyes on me, but I kept my chin raised, trying to hold my ground. There was no turning back now.Annabelle didn’t pause, smoothly pulling out a chair and sitting beside me. The rest of the room exchanged looks, still processing the revelation. I could see the surprise and confusion written on their faces, but no one dared speak just yet.Amarinth, never one to keep her thoughts to herself, scoffed from the far side of the table, her voice sharp. “What is this nonsense? ,” she sneered. “And why are you here, Annabelle? This isn’t a place for children. This meeting is for serious business, not for playing dress-up.”Annabelle’s expression remained calm, unwavering. “I’m here because I am now the second-largest shareholder in this company,” she said, her voice steady and unapologetic. “Second only to our father, who, as you all know, is notably absent today.”The room fell into stunned silen
Andreas's POVThe white ceiling above me was a far cry from the view I’d have preferred to have right now, but with the quiet hum of the machines beside me and the steady rhythm of my own heartbeat in my ears, I felt something I hadn’t in years: gratitude.I wasn’t worried about the board meeting. Annabelle had everything under control, and I trusted her to handle Adam especially because even before my unexpected surgery, I’d known what would happen and had prepared for this kind of situation, having it at the back of mind that surgery was an inevitable outcome. Things had just happened faster than I had anticipated. For the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn’t consumed by the pressures of Thorne Enterprises. Instead, I was thinking about Ashley—her face when I opened my eyes, the way she clutched my hand like it was a lifeline. I thought about Annabelle too, her immediate agreement when I’d gone to her weeks ago about my heart condition and wanted to transfer my shares to h
Ashley’s POVThe weeks after the shareholder vote passed in a blur. Andreas had retained his position as CEO of the conpany, to my immense relief, though I could tell from the expressions on Adam and Amarinth’s faces that they didn’t share in my joy. They never visited the hospital again after that, not that it came as a surprise to Andrea’s, but a part of me wondered if deep down, it hurt him to accept the reality that his elder siblings would never see him as family.Once Andreas was discharged from the hospital, I took it upon myself to help him settle back home. It wasn’t a discussion we had—it just felt natural. I couldn’t imagine leaving him to fend for himself, not when he still moved hesitantly, one hand pressed against his chest as though the pain might flare up any second. Life fell into a strange routine and there was a kind of comfort in the domesticity of it all, but also an undeniable tension. We hadn’t addressed what came next for us—now that I didn’t have to pretend
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
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