Ashton's Pov My face contorted with fury as I remembered watching the security footage, my fists clenched in white-knuckled rage. The screen displayed the horrifying moment when the muggers attacked Grace. Determination had burned in my eyes as I made my men trace the motorbike's number plate, my mind calculating the best way to make them pay for their act. And right after two days, I was successful in finding those bastards alive. "They are in there Boss," I gave a single nod to my secretary, Luke, someone who I always ring up for these grave matters. With swift, purposeful steps, I made my way to the hidden torture room I had prepared for my special guests. The air was thick with tension as I entered, the dim light casting eerie shadows on the walls. My footsteps echoed in the cold, metallic space, amplifying the gravity of my intent. The two bastards were bound to chairs, their eyes wide with fear as they realized the tables had turned. My voice was low and dangerous as I appr
Author's pov The day was here. Grace couldn't help but feel her stomach churn in excitement and nervousness at the same time. If a year before someone would have told her she would be getting married to Ashton Knight then she would have blatantly laughed at the person for even having such a ridiculous and foolish thought. Her brain played a movie of all the flashbacks and memories she had spent with Ashton from the first day she met his obnoxious being to the day she started loving him. Yes, she hadn't told him that yet, but Grace Miller had fallen in love with Ashton Knight. If not, then she wouldn't have said yes to getting married to him in the first place. She giggled lightly remembering the times where he actually made her hate his guts. Just how fast the night changes. "I'm pretty sure whatever you are imagining is very pleasant but I need you to stop giggling Grace or I'll mess up your lipstick," the make-up artist scolded her like a child. "Sorry," she fought the urge to
Author’s Pov In the soft morning light, Ashton Knight stood before the mirror, his fingers fumbling with the silk tie that would soon rest beneath his crisp collar. The room was filled with a quiet buzz, the scent of cologne lingering in the air as he prepared himself for the most significant day of his life. His reflection stared back, eyes reflecting a mixture of nervous anticipation and boundless excitement.The weight of the moment settled on his shoulders, a beautiful blend of anxiety and joy. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach, their delicate wings a testament to the magnitude of the occasion. Each precise movement as he buttoned his white suit jacket and adjusted his cufflinks, a silent vow to be the best version of himself for Grace.As he ran a hand through his hair, Ashton couldn't help but smile, the corners of his lips curving upward in sheer happiness. Today, he would make a promise that would echo through a lifetime, a commitment to love, cherish, and protect. The tho
Author's Pov "You look breathtaking," Ashton mumbled against Grace's lips as he continued to push her through the main gates of their home, locked in an intense liplock. Grace was lost in the searing heat of the kiss, her mind hazy with the sensual touches of Ashton on her body. "Too bad, the look's going to be ruined in a few minutes." He led her through the living room pulling her veil off, not having patience to finally make her his. He had given all the staff off for the day to not have any interruptions on their wedding night. The man was so impatient, as soon as the car halted outside the gate, he rushed out from his door to Grace's side, instantly pulling her out and smashing his lips on hers, not even waiting to get in. "Fuck," he let out a groan, cupping her breast giving it a squeeze earning a sinful moan from her lips. "Jump," he ordered and she immediately obliged to his command. His hands went to cup her hips as she wrapped her legs around his waist, instantly feeling t
Five years had flown by, and their once-tiny bundle of joy, Noah, was now a spirited four-year-old with a heart as big as his imagination. It was a sunny morning, and the aroma of excitement filled the air in the spacious kitchen of their luxurious mansion. Today was a special day—it was Grace's birthday, and both Ashton and Noah were determined to make it unforgettable.Ashton, donned an apron with as much determination as he approached his business deals. Beside him, Noah stood on a chair, his eyes wide with anticipation, wearing a miniature apron that read "Little Chef.""Alright, buddy, today we're baking the most amazing cake for Mama," Ashton declared, surveying the array of ingredients spread across the kitchen counter. Flour dusted the air as he attempted to pour it into a mixing bowl, but a gust of wind, courtesy of Noah's enthusiastic clapping, sent the flour swirling in all directions."Yesh Dad! We got this!" Noah grinned, his laughter filling the room.With Ashton's guidan
"I've had enough of you! I left everything for you, and what did I get in return? Nothing! I got nothing! And now, what's even worse is that you are blaming me for the loss you suffered because of your stupidity! You have a nerve John!" Screamed the 30 year old woman at her husband. If it wasn't for her husband's ignorant behavior, they would have been like a normal happy family like everyone else with their son and daughter. But no. John never had time for his wife as he was always busy making money. And recently after suffering a loss in his business, leaving them bankrupt, he blamed it all on his wife with baseless excuses. She had an idea about her husband's drug addictions and so knew what this was all about. She was tired. Tired of having to fight everyday. Tired of dealing with the same drama. At first she thought she could put up with his stubborn behavior, but how wrong she was. He only got worse as time passed. And everything had reached its limit. She couldn't bear to liv
Grace's povI was very tired when I returned home. My legs were numb with all the work, and I wanted nothing more than falling dead on my bed. "Mom I'm home," I announced plopping down on the couch but did not get any reply. Strange. "Mom?" Normally she is always waiting for me in the living room with something nice prepared to eat. I checked the whole house but did not see her anywhere. But then my eyes landed on a note that was lying on the table. 'Gone for grocery shopping honey. Will be back in a few.' Well that explains why the house was so quiet. I took a shower and came out to do my assignment. It was actually tough attending highschool and working at the same time. I was almost done when the shrilling ringtone of my phone distracted me. Sighing, I answered the call. "Hello?" "Is this Grace Miller speaking?" The voice from the other side asked. "Yes. How may I help you?" "We are very sorry to announce that your mother got into an accident and she is currently at the hos
Author's PovHe was greeted by his workers as soon as he entered his office. Many bowed down at him while others did not dare to say a thing in his presence. He only merely nodded at them. He was very cold and stern. A total workaholic. Would talk only to the point. Doesn't care about anyone but his business. Always looking for ways to win and be successful, even after having abundant success. That is what everyone said. Maybe they were all correct. Except they were missing a tiny detail. He didn't care about anyone but he truly cared about his best friend. The only one who has ever been with him in even the most difficult times. They have been together since highschool and both grew up as successful business men. Only that he achieved a little more success than his best friend and owns the number one empire in the world. Not that his friend was very far behind with the second largest business in the world. He took his private elevator to his floor, as he entered his office with prou