Semua Bab Ashley's Revenge : Bab 121 - Bab 130

They sat in silence. Dr Tony drowned in the rivers of guilt he surrounded himself with. Ashley felt sorry for deceiving them, hiding the fact that she knew who she was from them.Unexpectedly, she winced. A novel pain enveloped her.“Are you alright?” Tony asked with concern.She took a deep breath and shook her head. “Yes.” She answered, feeling somewhat lightheaded.“I’m sorry.” He suddenly apologised. They had taken advantage of her. Used her for their selfish gain. He had always known things would someday blow up in their faces, but everything had been going on so well that he forgot all about this day. This day when he would know the real person behind the face they had given her.She said nothing, as she concentrated on breathing and finding relief from the strange pain.“Please , don’t hate my friend. He just wanted a daughter. His daughter.” Tony tried to defend Mr Knox. “He meant no harm.”“I don’t hate him. He saved my life. He has helped me in more ways than he can ever k

Ashley had wanted to go visit Mr Knox at the hospital, but her movement was restricted given her pending case. Without Paul and Mr Knox, the house felt too big and empty for her. And she had no idea where Helen was. Ashley hadn’t seen Helen since she returned home yesterday. Bored out of her wits, she waited for Pamela to come. She needed a distraction. Her head spinned from thinking too much already. The doorbell soon dinged and Ashley excitedly went to get the door. Recently, her mood switched quickly between spiralling emotions. Sadness, joy, regret, excitement; courtesy pregnancy hormones. Her excitement crumbled when she opened the door to find DJ standing there. She thinned her lips in anger. He hadn't come to see her once all the while she was locked up. “You.” Her tone and choice of words hinted at her lack of enthusiasm. She stepped away from the door, allowing him to decide if he’d let himself in or not. “Yes. me. You don’t seem too happy to see me.” He said as he steppe

Ashley was devastated. She felt hollow and empty. DJ left without giving her a chance to explain. He didn’t want to listen to anything. He didn’t even want to be near her. The sight of her nauseated him. The irritation and hatred she saw in his eyes scalded her skin. She remained seated on the sofa long after he was gone, mulling, cussing and drowning in self reprimand. This was far from what she had envisioned. She had envisioned fulfillment. She was supposed to be happy. Supposed to have the last laugh. Supposed to be basking in the delight of a successful revenge plan. Supposed but not quite. She snorted at the irony. Everything had taken a turn towards the reverse. And she was helpless. “You killed my father… I will never forgive you.” DJ’s words replayed in her head. Had she really killed him? Was she a murderer? Tears sprang to her eyes. Was she also responsible for Paul's death? Had she also killed him? Maybe her presence brought death. Maybe she was the queen o

Bruce took a moment to grasp Rachel's information. “Your Aunt would know what to do?” He repeated. His disbelief, evident in the tone of his voice. Rachel looked up at him. She nodded. “Aunt Helen knows everything.” “Everything?” Bruce's eyes went wide. There were only two people who knew what they had done; himself and Rachel. It was a secret they both shared. A secret that brought and kept them together. “Yes. I told her everything.” “You sold us out! What if it backfires? You didn’t think of that, did you?” Irritation laced Bruce’s tone. Rachel eyed him. Anger flashed across her eyes. “Don’t yell at me! When I was scared and confused, where were you? Did you try to find any solution to any of this? Instead you left me and called me crazy!” Bruce's face fell. Guilt clothed him. Shamefully, he turned his face away. “You can't blame me. The whole thing is absurd.” He jerked his head up and looked at her. “I mean, think about it. Who would have suspected or even thought of the

Covered in blood, Ashley fell to the ground. Helen and Tony stood still, staring at each other and clutching the gun. “No.” Knox gasped. Tears sprang to his eyes as he rushed past Helen and Dr Tony. He pulled Ashley's limp body into his arms and sobbed as he rocked her. “Ashley.” He gently tapped her left cheek. “Wake up my daughter, please.” Mr Knox cried. Everything paled and only Ashley existed. Knox copied every bit of her face into his memory. Her pale pink lips slightly parted. Her sharp nose stood still, not breathing. Her long lashes fanned over her rosy cheeks slowly losing its color. “My princess. Vanessa. Please wake up.” He begged, calling her by her birth name for the first time. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he clutched to her tightly. Hugging and pulling her into his embrace. He released her, lifted his hand to tenderly palm her face. Blood imprinted his fingerprints on her face. He lifted his hands, trembling at the sight and the thought that she may bleed t