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As soon as he screeched the car in front of the mansion, she ran inside ready to break everything. Cursing his fate, Ashton strolled after her and a cushion hit his face as he stepped inside. The plates, forks, spoons, side lamps followed the list while the poor father's helpless screams went on deaf ears."Alisha stop it, please!" He begged, taking hasty steps towards her while she moved away from him still throwing stuff at him, whatever she could get hold off."Until you don't tell me why I can’t stay here with you, I won't stop!" She yelled throwing all the antique things, placed on the glass shelves around the large living room.Tears cascaded her eyes which pierced Ashton's heart into pieces, but he was holding himself back from not giving into her. She was still too naive to understand things so how he can burden her with things which she shouldn't know."Al, for your mother's sake just stop it!" Ashton lost it and ended up speaking something which he shouldn't have because she
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“I’m not here for your melodrama, Thompson. You better get up or I’ll shoot this lover boy of yours.” The goon warned.“I’m not her lover boy.” Ashton corrected tired of the scene. On top of that, the day doesn’t seem to end. It was like someone held the knot of the sun and wasn’t allowing it to set.“Now get up.” The man ordered when Simone continued to sit on the floor.Startling them, she got up without creating a ruckus. It was so not her type to surrender in front of the enemies but then what was running in her mind?Her action perplexed even Ashton now. His eyes fixated on her covered face, but he didn't miss that slight smirk forming on the sides of her lips, visible through her scarf.Simone cocked her head to one side; her Iris dancing in merry scrutinizing Ashton's keen gaze on her.She could sense curiosity for her in them, and it only boosted her already Everest size ego."Put the weapon down, Thompson!" The man barked angrily, shifting the position of his gun from Ashton
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