Semua Bab Ashley's Revenge : Bab 111 - Bab 120

Rachel went home more than demoralized. Just when she had begun to build her hopes that she and Bruce were going to fix things, instead everything just crumbled before her. Dried streaks of tears lined her face. In the past seventy-two hours, she had cried more than she had ever done in her life. The same Rachel who never cried but rather made others cry. The same Rachel who always had her shít put together. Situations never controlled her. She controlled things. She stood in front of her father’s house trying hard to compose herself. She hadn’t gone to her house. She couldn't be there. Everything there would remind her of the good times she and Bruce shared. That sweet life that was turning into a distant memory. She lifted her hand and used the back of her hand to wipe her wet nose. She sniffed and blinked, trying to hide the unshed tears in her eyes. She sucked in a breath and knocked on the door. In a beat, her mother came to get the door. Rachel had wanted a maid to open up f

“Are you sure about everything you just told me?” Helen asked Rachel for the umpteenth time. “Yes Aunt. She's one and the same person. She told me so herself. But no one is willing to believe me.” Rachel looked away. Sadness draped her expression. “She’s the reason my husband wants a divorce.” Rachel added in a small voice laden with hurtHelen paced the length of the room. Wanting privacy, they had moved upstairs to Rachel’s old room. Helen’s right pointy finger tapped pensively against the sharp edge of her jaw. She deeply considered all that Rachel had just told her.“How is this even possible?” Helen spewed her thoughts out loud.“I don’t know.” Rachel answered, thinking her Aunt had asked her a question.Helen heaved a deep tired sigh. She couldn’t believe her buried deeds of years ago had awoken to haunt her.“Aunt Helen, do you believe me?” Rachel asked with beseeching eyes. She had just opened up to someone she trusted. It would break her if her Aunt joined the list of thos

“Hey!” Pamela poked her head through the door to Ashley’s office. “Your step-mother is on line five.” She informed her. Ashley lifted her head from the file she had been reading, glanced up at Pamela and then at the desk phone. She had been alternating between visiting her father and going to work. She spent weekdays at the office, playing catch up on work and weekends with her father. It was hard but she was getting by and adjusting to it. But she just couldn't adjust to the unnatural kindness Helen was showing to her. Ever since Helen returned from God-knows-where, she had been extremely friendly with Ashley. It was as though all the hate and dislike for Ashley vanished. Helen had come to her to apologize, saying she wanted them to be friends and live like a family and that Mr Knox would like it if he woke up to see them at peace. Ashley didn’t buy her act. She didn't for once think that Helen was sincere. She knew something was very fishy about it but she couldn't pinpoint wh

ONE WEEK LATER Ashley sat on the lone chair in the grim, dimly lit interrogation room. Her elbows propped on the wooden table, her head bent and buried in the despairing thoughts. She was a primary suspect of a crime. A criminal. Restricted in this gloomy room for murder. How did she reach here? Her life was good until this weekend. The weekend of her last supper. The meal that sent her into captivity. It has been hours since she's been sitting here. Hours left with nothing but her thoughts. Thoughts that lead her nowhere. Thoughts that fill her with pain and regret. She had everything planned, mapped out to perfection. Everything but this; bound in chains and locked up as a prisoner. She should have known. She should have seen this coming. She was always on high alert, expecting the worst. Until… One question. That one question was all it took to throw her off balance. “Who are you?” Ashley had been completely stunned when DJ had asked her that. She didn't think he would e

It’s only been a week and four days, but it felt like an eternity to Ashley. She was more than exhausted. Weary. She felt sick to her marrows. Her muscles ached and there was an unsettling feeling in her stomach that never seemed to go away. She could barely stomach the food she was given and it wasn't just because the food was terrible. Even water tasted sour in her mouth. Sometimes bitter. Anyone would feel the same. The stress of the whole situation was taking a toll on her. Her head was hurting more than usual and she could never shake off the nauseating feeling in her guts. Nothing felt right with her. Tiredly, she walked into the interrogating room. The grey painted walls, the old creaking ceiling fan, the uncomfortable wooden table and two single chairs positioned in the middle of the bland room were becoming painfully too familiar. The room was synonymous to everything else in her life right now; dull, colorless and uninteresting. She had been detained without an option f