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Chapter 41 - It’s all in the eyes
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Ashes Of Sterling - A Tale Of Revenge Chapter 45 - Claim
Marcus is gone, but he leaves something behind, something heavier than silence. His absence sharpens the air, thickens it, like smoke after a gunshot. I can still feel the echo of his presence pressed into my skin, like fingerprints on glass. Derek turns toward me, brows drawing together slightly as he studies my face."You disappeared on me," he says quietly, his voice softer than it ever is in boardrooms or strategy calls. His fingers brush my cheek, warm and careful, like he’s afraid I’ll vanish again. "I missed you in there."My breath catches. Not because of what he said, but because of how he said it. Like I mattered. Like I was more than just arm candy, more than the latest beautiful woman attached to the Ashford name.Like I was his."You know how these parties get. Before you realise, you are already being tossed from side to side." I offer the line with a lightness I don’t feel, trying to sew myself back into the image he knows. Isabella Sterling: poised, polished, unbothere
Ashes Of Sterling - A Tale Of Revenge Chapter 44 - Uncle Marcus
Present day...Marcus Delacroix.I haven't seen him in a long time. After he delivered the news of my brother's death, I lashed out. I blamed him. He told me, gave me his word he would help Jackson, and even if he tried, he was late. I couldn't forgive that. And now, he was standing in front of me. Aurora just introduced him as her favorite uncle. How could he be her... their family? He was supposed to be our friend. And worst of all, I dont know where I stand right now. He could destroy me, destroy Isabella. Because even with a hairdo and the colored lenses, there is no chance he wouldn't be able to recognise me. Recoginse Katherine.He’s standing right there. Real. Solid. Unchanged in the way that only men who’ve already lived through war seem to be. Tailored suit, salt-and-pepper hair combed neatly back, and that cool, impenetrable gaze that always made people talk less and mean more. Aurora beams beside me, blissfully unaware of the unraveling going on in my chest.“Isa,” she says
Ashes Of Sterling - A Tale Of Revenge Chapter 43 - The man he trusted
Three years ago...I stood there for a few seconds, staring at the phone like it had betrayed me. My father's voice still echoed in my ears. “They took him. The Ashfords pointed the finger.” The same Ashfords whose heir had just been in bed with me. The very same one who made me feel so good, so wanted, who showed me a pleasure I've never felt before. This had to be a mistake. My stomach twisted violently. I shoved my phone into my bag and didn’t bother looking back at the room, at the unmade bed, the record still spinning its sultry soundtrack, the glass with his fingerprints still on it. I couldn’t. I wouldn't. Not that I have to, everything that happened here has already been ingrained in my memory. I arrived home with my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might rip through my chest. The red and blue police lights lit up the street like some sick birthday party. Two officers were hauling cardboard evidence boxes down the steps of my house like it was already condemned. I pus
Ashes Of Sterling - A Tale Of Revenge Chapter 42 - Still watching
"What did she tell you now?" Derek asks as he finally arrives by my side, looking over my shoulder at his mother. I put my palm over his and slide it down to rest on his chest for a second, enough for everyone to notice before dropping my hand to my side. "Doesn't matter, now does it?" I say as I gently take his hand into mine, our fingers intertwining. "As long as you hold this hand, like you promised you would. Nothing she says will change how I feel about you." He looks down at me like he’s still adjusting to the idea that I chose him, and maybe afraid that I won’t keep choosing him.“I meant it,” I say, meeting his gaze. “And I don’t say things I don’t mean.”Not here. Not tonight. Not with Camila watching like a hawk from the corner, her expression unreadable behind the sculpted chill of high society restraint. Not with Victor circling, quiet and coiled like a question still waiting to be asked. I squeeze Derek’s hand just a little tighter. I want her to see it. I want all of th
Ashes Of Sterling - A Tale Of Revenge Chapter 41 - It’s all in the eyes
The champagne flutes tremble ever so slightly on the tray she holds. Not from unsteadiness. No, she’s too polished for that. But I can see it—the microscopic tension in her jaw, the too-still gaze beneath her lashes, the precision of someone not accustomed to being this close to what she’s pretending to serve. Her eyes flick briefly to me. Just a flick. But I catch it. And I know."You," I say as my eyes fly to Derek. He recognizes her too."What are you doing here?" He asks as I take a glass of champagne from the tray, making this interaction similar to the rest of the party."I work a lot of similar events as a waiter..." She says as she offers him a glass. "A girl's got to eat." My eyes rest on her name tag, burning me in my pride. That is my name she is playing with, and I still dont know her game. Matias senses something now. His brow furrows slightly as he looks between us. He doesn't speak, but I feel the weight of his attention, alert and present. Not the kind of man to ignor
Ashes Of Sterling - A Tale Of Revenge Chapter 40 - Wrapped
His hand hangs in the air, suspended like a question I wasn’t ready to answer. I swallow, steadying the air in my lungs, collecting scattered thoughts with the precision of someone who can’t afford to be careless. Slowly, deliberately, I raise my hand to meet his, but he doesn’t shake it. No. Instead, his cold fingers close over mine, and with unnerving grace, he lifts my hand to his lips. The contact is brief, but deliberate. A performance. A claim. My skin chills where his mouth brushed it.I smile, perfectly measured, and dip my head in return. Victor releases my hand and turns his sharp gaze to Derek. “I must say, Derek,” he says, voice smooth as silk and sharp as glass, “you’ve made an excellent choice.” Derek’s hand finds the small of my back again, protective, proud, unaware.“The choice was hers,” he replies simply, his smile full of warmth.Victor nods once, lips twitching at the corners, but something flickers behind his eyes, approval, perhaps. Or calculation. Maybe both."
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