LOGINAshley's POVFor a moment, I couldn’t find my voice. My thoughts scattered like frightened birds, leaving my mind frustratingly empty. It was as though his presence alone had stolen every word I had, pinning me in place beneath the weight of his stare.“Why do you always run from me?”This time, his voice dropped lower, rough and husky, curling around me like heat in the cold night air.My heart slammed painfully against my ribs, each beat louder than the last, and I hated how my body still reacted.No, he wasn’t supposed to do this to me anymore.Not after everything.Swallowing hard and tore my gaze away from his piercing eyes, desperate to steady myself before he saw the crack in my armor.“What exactly am I supposed to listen to, Jake?” I shot back, forcing my tone to stay sharp even as my pulse betrayed me. All I wanted was for him to move, to step aside, to let me breathe again.But he didn’t.“Look me in the eye and say it, Ash.”His words were quiet, but they hit harder than a
Ashley’s POV“How did you even know about that conversation?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.“That doesn’t matter.” He brushed it off, his tone cold. “What matters is why you told people we changed our minds before talking to me.”“Baby…” I stepped closer, trying to ease the tension between us. “It’s not what you think…..”“Oh really?” he snapped, cutting me off. “Then what should I think?”I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stay calm.“You should’ve heard me out first,” I said. “I never told anyone we changed our minds.”His stare hardened.“Then what happened?”I exhaled shakily.“My mother came earlier. She begged me to stay until Thanksgiving.” My voice wavered slightly. “I told her I’d talk to you first.”“You’re lying.”The accusation hit me like a slap.A bitter laugh escaped my lips as I stared at him in disbelief.“Lying?” I repeated, stepping closer. “You’ve known me for years, yet you’d rather believe someone else over me?”Anger burned through my chest now.He sighed,
Ashley's POVThe words sliced through the room like a blade. My hands froze beneath the running water and a bitter ache coiled tightly in my chest.Sometimes, I barely recognized the girl standing in front of me. The same girl who had once been my best friend.How did she turn out so evil? Or had she always been evil from the start and was just hiding it.“You’re just too easy to deceive,” she continued, her voice dripping with venomous satisfaction. “God… the look on your face that night.” She took another slow sip. “I savored it. Truly one of the best nights of my life.”My grip tightened around the plate and my pulse roared in my ears.Rage simmered hot and dangerous beneath my skin, begging to be unleashed.But no. That was exactly what she wanted. A reaction from me. I refused to hand her that victory.Because the last thing I needed was for our parents to uncover the twisted history between me and Jake.“You couldn’t even keep Jake back then,” she said with a cruel smile. “So te
Ashley's POV.I looked at my mother properly this time, my fingers tightening on the cloth I was holding. A strange knot twisted in my stomach.Before I could voice a question, her hand reached for mine, warm and trembling slightly.“I’m serious, Ashley,” she said, her voice soft and fragile, almost like a plea. “You have to stay until Thanksgiving.” Her grip tightened just a little. “Don’t you think I’d feel better that way?”My throat went dry.The faint scent of her floral perfume wrapped around me, stirring memories I had tried so hard to bury. For a moment, I couldn’t bring myself to meet her eyes.How was I supposed to tell her the truth?That we weren’t exactly staying.That William and I were planning to hide away in a hotel until Thanksgiving because this house didn’t feel safe.“Mom…” My voice came out barely above a whisper as I gently placed my free hand over hers. “You need to understand.” I swallowed hard, my pulse fluttering painfully in my chest. “I don’t know if it’s
Ashley's POV By midday, I was packing my clothes into my suitcase, folding each piece neatly before stacking them inside. William’s clothes were already beside me, and I added his shirts one after the other, smoothing out the creases as I went.While I was still busy, a soft knock landed on the door.“Come in,” I said without turning.The door creaked open, followed by slow footsteps on the floor. I paused briefly when I saw Ava standing by the doorway. The shirt I was folding stopped mid-air.Now what did she want?“Ash,” she exhaled, leaning slightly against the frame.I turned back to my suitcase and continued folding. If she thought I had time for whatever this was, she was wrong. Couldn’t she just stay away until I left?“If you’re here to….”“I came to say sorry… for what happened to you,” she cut in, rubbing her palm over her blue jeans.I went still.The words sat in my head for a moment, heavy and strange. Ava apologizing? To me?That had never happened before. Not even afte
Ashley's POV.The next morning, no one sat comfortably.The living room felt more like an interrogation room than a family space. Everyone was there, except Louisiana.. Jake had asked one of the servants to take her to the mall to get toys, probably his way of keeping her out of whatever this was. A child her age didn’t need to be dragged into adults mess.“I checked the CCTV footage from last night in the kitchen to find out the real culprit,” Mr. Reyes said in a firm voice after clearing his throat. “And found out it had been deleted.”Ava gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. Jake let out a quiet breath and looked away, his jaw tightening. William was the first to speak.“How’s that even possible?” he asked, pushing himself off the wall he had been leaning on, his posture straightening. “Someone tried to kill my fiancée, and we can’t find who did it? What if the person tries it again?”My fists clenched at my sides as I listened. I shifted my gaze toward Ava. Her brows were drawn t







