Ashley's heels clicked against the gleaming marble floor of the private airport terminal, echoing through the vast, empty space. She looked around anxiously, her eyes scanning the sleek lines of the chrome and glass walls, hoping to catch a glimpse of Aiden's unmistakable silhouette. The sound of engines roared in the distance, muffled by the thick panes of soundproof glass that separated the opulent lobby from the tarmac. Her heart raced, a frantic drumbeat in her chest that grew louder with every passing second. The clock above the bustling departures board ticked away, reminding her of the dwindling time she had left. Aiden's flight was due to take off any minute, and she had to find him. She had to apologize. Her thoughts were a tumultuous storm of regret and fear, a toxic brew that threatened to spill over at any moment. The weight of her actions bore down on her, a heavy burden that she hadn't realized she'd been carrying until it was almost too late. Her eyes darted around t
"YES, I did it." He attempted to touch her, but Ashley stood up and screamed. "Don't touch me!" The force of her anger scared him, and he retreated back immediately. "I can explain.""Explain what?" Her chest rose and fell in quick successions."My plan was never to hurt you.""But you did." Ashley chuckled. "You sent men to kidnap, torture and rob me, as if that wasn't enough, you still accused Aiden.""There weren't supposed to hurt you."Ashley shook her head. "Do you want to know what is so disgusting? It's the fact that you imputed your guilt on Metaphor."Thomas took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment before continuing. "Metaphor is actually guilty."Ashley shook her head again. "Why are you so confused?""The men who kidnapped you, they are members of the Metaphor." He paused. "I'm sorry. I was too jealous when you and Aiden were together. I--I had to find traitors amongst Metaphor and pay them enough to just make you disappear for a while." He desperately tried to
"ASHLEY, you're not going to believe this," Nichole announced breathlessly, her eyes wide with annoyance. She and Genevieve bursted into the room, their footsteps echoing off the walls.Ashley looked up from her wineglass, curiosity piqued. "What's going on?" she asked, setting the wine bottle in place. The light from the pendant lamp above her cast a warm glow on her face, illuminating the puzzled expression.Nichole's features hardened as she handed over a thick envelope to Ashley. "It's the report from the detective," she said, her voice dropping to a serious tone. "They've found out who was behind your kidnapping and robbery."Ashley's hand trembled as she took the envelope. The weight of it felt like a brick in her grasp. She stared at the unassuming paper, unable to process the words. "What does it say?" she managed to ask, her voice a mere whisper.Genevieve sat down beside her on the couch, her own expression somber. "Thomas," she said simply. "It was Thomas. He's the one behi
THE next few days in Ashley's house was a hide and seek game between Ashley and her mom. Ashley did everything in her power to ignore Mira, and Mira sensing it, intentionally ignored her, but she still prepared breakfast, ste the alarm clock so loud so that it would wake Ashley on time to be early to work. Mira never brought up the topic of a fresh start again, but her presence and conducts were literally begging for a fresh start. Her presence was like a taunting nightmare, which caused Ashley to leave the house very early in the morning, her herself as worked up as possible and return home very late. They never had to cross paths for a conversation lasting more than 15 seconds. Mira's presence and constant effort was slowly weakening hee resolve. She needed to know her mother's side of the story. She needed someone to hug...she needed a friend but more importantly, she needed her mom. Ashley returned on Wednesday with a changed mind, but she was welcomed by the greatest surprise
ASHLEY stirred, her eyes slowly opening to the soft glow of the morning sun filtering through her blinds. She took a deep breath, inhaling the tantalizing aroma of pancakes and coffee wafting from the kitchen. The smells filled her room with a comfort she hadn't felt in a long time. Her stomach grumbled, reminding her that she had barely eaten the night before, consumed by the shock of her mother's unexpected return.Her mother's voice, filled with an awkward nervousness, called out from the hallway. "Ashley, sweetie, I made breakfast. It's ready for you."Ashley sat up in bed, her body stiff from a restless night. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and glanced at the digital clock on her nightstand. It was almost 9 AM, later than she usually woke up. Her mind raced with the events of the previous evening: the doorbell ringing, the awkward meeting at the parking lot. Her mother had been gone for 22 years, and now she was here, trying to slip back into her life as if nothing had happen
HER final destination for the day was Blue Skype modelling. The moment she pushed the glass door and entered inside the building...the models, the talent managers, and other employees all stared at her, and she knew something bad was about to happen to her. She asked herself, what's the worst that could happen?Mr Shaw stood in the gathering of some important shareholders and signalled her to come over. She nervously reached them in just a few steps. Mr Shaw gave her an envelope. Was she being dismissed? Her first reaction was to turn around and leave, but mr Shaw stopped her, and all the eyes in the building were literally begging her to open the envelope. She opened it and retrieved a white letter, before her brain could process what she saw. The crowd cheered, clapped and choruserd congratulations.She will be going to Paris to feature in the international fashion magazine, that was the biggest job ever yet. The entire building was full of cheers and clapping, how did they know?"A