Novels by Shooting star

Dante grabbed Ashley’s wrist just as she tried to hail a cab outside the company.“You’re not going alone,” he said firmly, his grip unyielding.“I can handle this, Dante. Let go,” Ashley snapped, her voice trembling with panic.“You’re in no state to drive or think straight,” he countered, pulling her toward his car. “Get in. I’ll take you.”She opened her mouth to argue, but one look at the intensity in his eyes silenced her. Her chest heaved with conflicted breaths before she finally yanked her wrist free, muttering, “Fine.” She climbed into the passenger seat, slamming the door shut.Dante didn’t waste another second. He slid behind the wheel, slammed his foot on the accelerator, and the car sped into the night.He glanced at Ashley sitting beside him in the passenger seat. Her eyes were tightly shut, her hands trembling with fear. Heart pounding, he pressed harder on the accelerator, silently praying that nothing would happen to Ashley’s brother.Suddenly, the car screeched to a

Ashley woke up to find herself in an unfamiliar room. Her body ached as she struggled to sit up in bed. She looked around, confusion etched on her face, until her eyes landed on the shredded pieces of lingerie she had worn the night before.She gasped as realization dawned. She quickly glanced under the duvet—there was no need for anyone to tell her what had happened. Ashley smacked her forehead repeatedly, blaming herself for drinking until she passed out.“What do I put on?” she said, her face pale with panic, as she managed to rise to her feet. Her gaze searched the room and settled on a long-sleeve shirt on the couch.Putting it on, she prepared to leave the room when someone finally emerged from the bathroom. She could hear footsteps behind her, causing her to freeze in place.As she remembered how the person had taken advantage of her drunken state and had a one-night stand with her without her consent, she clenched her fists tightly until her knuckles turned white.With these t

Seven Years LaterA royal-blue Rolls-Royce Phantom screeched to a halt outside Luxe Haven.The man in the back seat spoke up, his voice low and edged with irritation.“Luxe Haven? You brought me to a club?”His driver shifted nervously in the front seat. “Apologies, sir. The hotel I booked fell through at the last minute. This… was all I could get,” he stuttered.Dante didn’t reply. One icy glance was enough to make the man wish he’d found a room in another city entirely. The driver scrambled out, opening the door with a mumble, “Right this way, boss.”Dante stepped out elegantly, his sharp gaze sweeping over the area. He wore a charcoal tailored suit that hugged his frame, the cut exuding quiet luxury. His diamond cufflinks caught the dim light, glittering in a way that left no doubt about their authenticity.One glance at him was enough to tell anyone that the man could afford a weekend getaway in a foreign country without a second thought. He tucked his hands casually into his pock

The ride home was silent, heavy with words left unsaid. Ashley sat with her hands tightly in her lap, staring at the tall buildings and trees passing by the window. Shadows and light flickered across her face, but she didn’t move or speak.Before tonight, she might have tried to start a conversation, a small question about his day, a quiet comment about the weather, anything to bridge the distance. But after dinner, after the way he had left her sitting alone to talk to Reese, she didn’t see the point anymore.From the corner of her eye, she caught him glancing at her. That faint smile from earlier still lingered on his lips. But it hadn’t been for her. She could still see him at the house, leaning slightly closer to Reese, speaking in a voice softer than she had heard from him in months.She had watched the way his eyes warmed, the way his fingers brushed the table near hers as if they shared a secret.He hadn’t even tried to hide it.She wanted to believe it meant nothing, that mayb

Ashley sat down patiently, waiting eagerly for her test results. She had been feeling nauseous and fatigued lately, and her late period made her even more restless.The sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway, pulling her from her thoughts as the gynecologist appeared before her with a bright smile.“Mrs. Montclair, I’m happy to announce that you’re expecting,” she said, handing over the results.Ashley froze, her legs rooted to the ground. On her way to the hospital, the thought had crossed her mind, but she’d tried her best to discard it.She walked out of the hospital, her hands trembling slightly as she got into the car. As the driver pulled away, she bit her lip, wondering how her husband, Dante Montclair, would react to such news.He had been acting strange lately, coming home late, leaving her messages on read, and completely ignoring her existence. The thought made her stomach twist. She hoped he would react positively, that maybe this baby would bring them closer.With that