All Chapters of The Dark soul: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Asher's POV He found her late one stormy night in the dead of Summer, sitting underneath an oak tree in a torrential downpour. Her tiny frame shivered as she stared blankly straight ahead unaware of anything around her.  He noticed that her pale white arms that wrapped themselves protectively around her knees were covered in dark red marks that resembled the shape of fingers, almost like someone had grabbed her much too hard. Her blank face sported nasty red welts that looked to be made by an object rather than a hand.  Her long blonde hair that hung around her face and body had hints of blood in it from a wound just above her eye that hadn't quite been washed away by the rain.   Looking into her big blue eyes that held not the single semblance of life Asher felt immediate sorrow.  At such a young age she looked years older as if she had experienced so much more than someone her age should have.  It was so much more than he

Asher's POV Asher and David arrived at Milan Restaurant at six sharp to find their newest prospective business partner waiting for them.  "Michael." Asher greeted sticking out his hand for a shake.  "I hope you didn't wait for too long." Michael Andrews was an impressive man from a very powerful family.  That was one of the reasons Asher had worked so hard to get him on board with cooperating with them. That and the fact David had insisted that working with such a big name would make their company reach new heights.  His dark eyes glinted in the last remaining sunlight as he studied Asher who was still waiting on a handshake.  Seeming satisfied he stretched out his hand and clasped Asher's. "Nice to finally meet you Mr. Roth." Michael spoke slowly revealing a slight accent.  "If you are both ready shall we head in?"  Nodding Asher and David stepped inside following Michael.  They

Asher's POV Staring up at the large casino like building before him Asher steadied his heartbeat as he exited a taxi.  Lights lit its 20 story walls, flashing from different shades of red, blue, and green.  The words 'La Fiet' glowed golden above the double door entrance where a man clad in all black stood checking ID'S of patrons.  The place seemed as grandiose as he had heard and immediately all he could think was, what am I even doing here? The only thing he had ever truly heard about this specific club was that it was one where drug lords, gangsters, and some of the most powerful people in the city enjoyed congregating.  It wasn't a place someone like himself should even be stepping foot in. "Ready to go in?" David asked stepping from behind Asher and giving a long whistle.  Nodding Asher and David made their way to the waiting bouncer and presented their ID'S.  Satisfied that they were the real deal the bounc

Summer's POV Summer returned home to find the mansion she shared with Michael devoid of all light.  For the first time that evening she felt a sense of relief, even if it was only for a moment she could relax.  If she was lucky Michael was already asleep and would be much easier to deal with the following morning after having time to cool down.  Holding her breath she headed inside braced for the worst but hoping for the best. Heart plummeting she found Michael standing in front of their bay window staring out into the night.  He was shirtless allowing Summer a glimpse of the intricate dragon tattoo on his back, the same tattoo that she herself had received after being forced into marrying Michael.   A cup dangled from his fingers at his side, that was when Summer finally noticed the intense smell of alcohol permeating throughout the entire living room.  Not only was Michael not asleep, but he was also most l

Summer's POV "Where have you been?" Michael's cold voice was the first thing Summer heard when returning home.  The man stood in the middle of the entryway arms crossed over his chest glaring at her as if she was a disobedient child.  "Mr. Andrews asked to meet up to fine tune the contract we will be signing tomorrow." Summer responded while taking off her shoes.  The last thing Summer wanted to do at the moment was deal with Michael's interrogation.  Her heart was hurting and it was taking everything she had to remain calm and composed. The look on Asher's face when she told him that they were strangers had damn near killed her.  Now all she wanted to do was shower and lay down, not deal with the very jealous man sitting before her. Still glaring Michael searched her face trying to find any sign of deceit.  "Why didn't you mention it to me?" Sighing Summer walked up and wrapped her arms around Mic