Ashlynn's POV:Today, I woke up feeling like complete shit. I was sick again, I had just recovered from a bad cough too, plus I was feeling bloated and I think I had gained a considerable amount of weight in a short span on two weeks. None of my dresses fitted anymore. Thank God Julian was taking me shopping, because I had no money to get new clothes. He had suddenly called and demanded I got ready for an impromptu dress-sho pping and I had no idea why. When I asked he said he'd explain to me when he got here and then he hung up. Rude jerk. It's been two days since we had flown from Vegas to Tribeca, New York where he lived and then he lodged me at some fancy hotel for the mean time, until we got married. Married. I still cringe at the thought of getting married to that proud bastard, but I had no choice. My mother on the other hand was happy when I had called to tell her I was getting married, and she was even happier when I told her it was a rich business m

Ashlynn’s POV: Once again, my kiss with Julian had ended as soon as it had started. But I can testify first hand that for the 3.5 seconds that he had his lips on mine, it was hot and it sent warm, tingly currents all over my body. I wonder what would happen if we kissed longer. . . For a moment, my mind actually went blank shut and I was still recovering from the momentary kiss with him. I was lost in my own fantasy only to be jolted back to reality by Julian tugging my hand as we moved forward on the red carpet and his bodyguards paved way for us. We entered into the reception of the grand hotel and I had nostalgia from the last time I had walked past a hotel reception, with a pink suitcase and my twin sister's remains in it. I have no regrets though, she had to die for sleeping with my ex-fiancè Tristan. Tristan. I still had feelings for him, despite all that he had done, sadly. And I felt like utter shit because it was selfish of me to get aroused from an

Ashlynn’s POV: “I’ll give you a hundred thousand dollars if you break up this relationship you have with my son and stay out of his life for good. ” I had to repeat the words that just left Mrs. King’s mouth multiple times in my head before I could fully digest it’s meaning. Was she seriously paying me off? Offering me money to stay away from her son? What an evil thing to do! Especially considering the fact that she’s doing it behind her son’s back. “Just think about it critically. We both know you’re only here for his money. So why don’t I just give it to you and then you’ll leave his life without saying a word about this to anyone, especially him.” The words disgusted me to the core, so much that it churned my stomach and it made me wonder how low this woman could go to get something she wanted. “So what do you say? Are you in, or not?” Saying that her words left me dumbfound and speechless was an understatement, and I couldn’t even find the right words to

Ashlynn’s POV: The moment Julian’s lips parted mine in a kiss, it felt like a wave of electricity surged through my veins and rejuvenated my being and I felt every of my cells come alive with a new light. I found myself kissing back with the same fervour and intensity his lips pressed on mine, and god did it feel so good. Jesus, I was so unbelievable. This was a man I was supposed to be angry at for ditching me at this gala, yet instead of pushing him away, I did the most pathetic thing by moaning, thereby granting him the access and pathway to slide his tongue into my mouth. And it was when I felt the foreign element in my mouth that realization slapped me right across the damn face and my eyes widened, as I pulled away from him. I could still feel the current throbbing in my lips from the endearing kiss and I resisted the urge to touch them, that would only fuel his already massive and highly inflated ego. I could also still taste him in my mouth; he tasted so good and

Ashlynn’s POV: This little girl lept into Julian’s arms and he caught her, twirling her around with a broad smile on his face as she giggled. “I’ve missed you too, Hazel.” Julian spoke, kissing her cheek and then set her down and she latched unto his hand. I was resisting the urge to smack Julian’s head, then ask him a million and one questions about his daughter, especially the fact that he hadn’t told me about her. I tried to mask my surprise and shock, hoping that none of those emotions had crept to my face because his family would be suspicious that he hadn’t told his dearest, darling fiancée that he had a daughter. A scowl took over Hazel’s face as she noticed my presence, “Who is she?” She pointed at me. “Another one of your dad’s concubines, sweetie.” That was Mrs. Kings answering before Julian could even speak. “Come let’s get you ready for bed.” She added, glared at me wickedly and then came over to get Hazel. As her grandmother led her away,