ASHLEY.    I wake up to Sinclair's head resting heavily on my stomach with his arms wrapped around me in a possessive grip that brings a smile to my face.    I push my hand to his head and coil my fingers through his curls, cackling when he lifts his head slightly before dropping it and turning his face to the other side.    The smile on my face is quick to be replaced with a frown at the remembrance of how my dad showed up and ruined Christmas for my family before it even started. Now, Vincent is nowhere to be found on Christmas Eve.    My irritation for Ben grows by the second, rather than lessens with each thought that crosses my mind, and I find it annoyingly difficult to understand my mother.    "Ashley. " I jump in fright; my eyes wide as I meet Arabella's gaze. She's standing beside the bed with a blank face and her hands by her side. 

SINCLAIR.  My father is dying.  Mike is dying. Never have I heard words that make absolutely no sense.  "What the fuck are you on, William?" I chuckle. "What do you take me for? Do you think I will fall for your lies? Come on, man. You've been doing this for years. Aren't you tired?" "You think I'm lying?" He scoffs, his voice sounding both miserable and impatient. It makes me rethink my thoughts and the possibility of the truth that might be behind his words, but fuck me– Mike Leovough dying? That's a case almost close to impossible.  "I know you are. What does Mike want from me this time? Uh? What does he want to fúcking lure me into this time?" I snap and Ashley is by my side the next second; her hands rubbing down my arms as comfort.  "I'm not fucking lying to you, you fucking shit. Your father may have done some terr

ASHLEY.    "Are you nervous?" I ask with a smile as I meet Lillian's eyes in the mirror and she gulps, grabs my hand and squeezes tight with a nod.    "You don't have to be. You look amazing. " I assure her and she smiles before lifting her hand to her belly; her baby bump is now obvious and gives the perfect touch to the bride.    "What if they gossip about the pregnancy, Ashley? What if they scorn us for it?" She mumbles with eyes full of worry, and I shake my head. "No, they will not do that. This is your wedding, Lillian, not theirs. Who cares if the bride is pregnant on the big day? It makes everything so fucking perfect to me. " I shrug.    Lillian chuckles. "Thank you, Ashley. I knew choosing you as my bridesmaid and having you here was the best choice. "   "Well, what can I say? I'm the best. " I tease and she rolls her eyes. "And of course, some of yo

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SINCLAIR.    "What are you getting her?" I ask Vincent as he looks through the set of chocolates on the top rows. He looks back at me and furrows his brows, "Isn't that obvious?"   "Just chocolates?" I raise my brows and he sighs, dropping the chocolate box with other things he bought before turning back to me. "Okay, what's it? Don't fucking tell me it's nothing because I know it's fucking something. You've been acting this way since we came in. "   "I don't know, man, " I tell him and sigh when he narrows his eyes at me. "I just don't know what to get Little Greene. "   "I told you not to call her that name around me. " He frowns and I chuckle. "You should have gotten used to it by now. She's the little one, isn't she?"   He rolls his eyes and moves to the other end, and I follow behind him closely, my eyes moving across the set of gifts on the rows but nothing comes close