Avery’s POVShe sniffled, pressing her forehead to his chest. She was calming down, that was good. Maybe, somewhere within her heart, she had assumed that she was someone else.Silence fell between them again, thick and heavy.“I don’t understand,” she whispered after a while. “Why would he do this? Why would he take away my identity?”Asher knew who Avery was referring to. He didn’t have the answers to those questions, only Wellesley knew why he had done what he had done.“I don’t know,” Asher said, brushing her hair back. “But I promise you, we’ll find out. I’ll help you, Avery—Raina—we’ll get to the bottom of it.”She looked up at him, eyes red and puffy. “But who even knows Raina Ross? How do I start? Where do I go from here?” she muttered.Asher hesitated. She was already spiraling. But she needed a way forward, a next step. He should have thought of that when he had seen the results. She wasn’t one to dwell on something without looking for a solution to move forward.Finally, sh
Asher’s POVAsher’s tires rolled quietly onto the driveway, the rhythmic ticking of the cooling engine echoing in the still afternoon air. The white envelope rested on the passenger seat like a loaded weapon, its contents heavier than paper and ink. He didn’t reach for it immediately. Instead, The second he pulled into the driveway, he grabbed his phone and called Nolan. He wasn’t sure how the conversation with Avery would go, but one thing he didn’t want to do, was get back into the car or let her get behind the driving steering to go pick the boys up from school.The line picked up after the first ring.“Asher?” Nolan answered. The concern in his voice was very clear. “ How did it go?” He asked.Nolan already knew why Asher had gone to the hospital. He had been the one who had recommended Dr. Meyers to Asher for a confidential DNA test.“As fine as it can be expected… it’s just a confirmation of what I already knew.” He answered. That should be enough to give Nolan a clue about wha
Asher’s POVAsher stormed through the hospital lobby, ignoring the curious looks thrown his way. His shoes hit the polished floor with deliberate, clipped steps. His wasn't necessarily an outright emergency, but he would be damned if he should drag his feet to the doctor's office. He just had to do this and get it done with.The elevators were too slow for his liking, so he opted for the stairs, taking them two at a time until he reached the third floor where Dr. Meyers’ office was located. It also helped with his cardio exercises, since he couldn't recall the last time he had visited the gym.He's been too busy lately that he had been pushing going to the gym. His body already was worked up even without being in the gym, with all his busy schedules.The moment he stepped into the quiet, sterile hallway, the door at the end opened as if they had been waiting for him, and Dr. Meyers himself appeared, clipboard in hand.“Mr. Storm,” the doctor said, offering a tight, professional smile
Asher’s POVAsher leaned back in his chair, hands steepled thoughtfully in front of him as he listened to the man across the desk pitch yet another real estate development proposal. Ever since investors and other business minded people heard about Storm Capitals looking into construction of apartments buildings, they've been swarming his office. Within the space of two weeks, Asher had received more proposals than he could count. Some of the proposals were sent through email, some were hardcopies. He didn't know why they thought he would need one to build apartment buildings.He sighed for the umpteenth time, flipping to the next page of the proposal. It was not as if he knew what he was reading. Hell, he wasn't reading it, he was just trying to make sure that the man in front of him saw him going through it, so he doesn't get accused of favoring someone else's proposal.His office was bathed in the soft afternoon light pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, castin
Asher’s POVAsher recoiled at the idea of drinking tea with his grandmother. He didn’t drink tea, coffee was better, but there was no way he would find coffee in the Storm mansion. His family was an advocate for tea. It was understandable, since they had a tea making company.He settled beside her on the plush loveseat while Wilson poured the tea, leaving shortly after to give them privacy.His grandmother watched him for a long moment, studying his face. “You’ve been running from home.” She said, looking away.Asher blinked. It hadn’t even been up to a month that he last visited. “I’ve been busy—” he muttered, knowing that she was aware of the deal Storm Capitals had been fighting for these past few weeks.“No. Not from this house. From your roots.” Her tone was soft, but firm. “From yourself.”He looked away for a moment, then back at her. “I haven’t been running. I’ve just… needed space.” He replied. He knew what she was referring to and didn’t want to get to it.Someone had to tak
Asher’s POVThe next morning, the sky was overcast, casting a dull silver light over the city. Avery and the kids were already settling in at his place, and he had the intention of staying with them for the day, but something urgent came up.Asher drove in silence, one hand on the wheel, the other tapping rhythmically against his thigh. Nolan was sitting beside him, but he had his earpods on, which meant that he wasn't ready to talk and was working.He wasn’t sure what this visit would bring, only that he owed it. He should have been doing this with Julian, but the guy checked out, leaving him on his own to see his grandmother. His grandmother had asked to see him; them—and when she asked, you didn’t keep her waiting.The long driveway leading to the house felt familiar, even after all these years. The sprawling estate hadn’t changed much. Neatly trimmed hedges lined the path, and the familiar rose bushes clustered in bursts of white and pink just beside the grand entrance. As his ca