บททั้งหมดของ Mistaken Identity : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Asher's POV Asher stood abruptly, pushing his chair back. “I need some air.” he muttered.Julian didn’t stop him, he couldn't. With the way things were going, Asher needed to vent his anger.Asher strode to the balcony, gripping the railing tightly as he stared out into the night. The city skyline stretched before him, lights flickering like distant stars.Avery had already been through enough because of Wellesley. She didn’t need this. And Asher would be damned if he let that man drag her into another one of his games.This wasn’t just about business anymore, this was war.The cool night air did little to calm Asher’s simmering rage. His grip on the railing tightened as he forced himself to breathe, to think logically, to stay in control.Wellesley had gone too far. Manipulating businesses, backroom deals—those were things Asher expected. But pulling Avery into this? Using her as a shield to cover his own corruption? That was personal.He heard the quiet sound of footsteps behind hi

Avery’s POVAvery's fingers trembled despite her efforts to stay composed. The picture felt like a foreign object in her hand, yet its weight anchored her to this bizarre moment. A moment where she was trapped between the past and the present. She didn't even know who she was anymore. In the past, before the accident, who had she been. Kelvin's girlfriend who disappeared or Henry's wife.The image from the photograph still danced before her eyes, blurring in and out of focus as if it were something from a dream—or a nightmare. There had to be a reason why she or her look alike, was in a picture with this man."I still think you're mistaken here…like I said earlier, I'm Avery Wellesley, not Raina whoever." she muttered in a shaky and unsure voice. Avery no longer knew what was true or false. Maybe she finally needed to have this conversation with Asher first. He had been the one who had called her Raina first.Kevin didn’t answer right away. Instead, he watched her with a mix of awe a

Avery's POV Avery’s arms ached by the time she reached the top step of her porch. The grocery bags dug into her fingers, the weight making her wish she’d taken two trips instead of stubbornly stuffing everything into as few bags as possible. She was already regretting that decision.She was just about to try balancing the load on one arm, to reach for her keys when the door swung open. "Saved by the bell!" She muttered to herself.Asher stood there, tall and still, watching her with that unreadable look he wore far too often these days. He must have been waiting for her and had probably heard her car drive in.She didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to. He stepped forward and took the bags from her without a word, his fingers brushing hers for a second longer than necessary. The relief she felt when those loads left her arm was instant. She muttered a quiet thanks, grateful more for his timing than anything else. If he had not showed up, more than one of those grocery bags she was

Asher's POVStorm Capitals conference room was designed for power meetings like this one—sleek, modern, with a long, polished table stretching out before them. The room was recently furnished and it was a coincidence that the meeting happened to be close.The walls, lined with dark wood and abstract art, seemed to absorb the tension that was rapidly building between the two teams that were currently facing each other.Asher sat off to the side, an observer, as he’d been told to be, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was a player in this game whether he wanted to be or not. Julian had actually wanted him to not be present in the room, but Asher couldn't help it. His options had been to sit in his office and watch a live feed of the meeting, but he wanted to see Serena's reactions throughout and he wanted her to see him to and know who she was really fighting.After hiring an external representative and negotiator, Julian, Asher's role in the merger between Storm Capitals and Ha

Asher's POVAsher sat in silence for a moment, processing everything that had just unfolded. He hadn’t said a word during the entire exchange, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that the game had shifted in a way that he hadn’t anticipated. Of course they had made plans on the different measures to take if the deal went either North or south. But neither him not Julian would have expected Serena to not be fully aware of the inner dealings of Wellesley, especially if she was representing Hamilton and co.Serena was rattled, and Julian had just set the stakes higher than anyone had expected. He glanced at Serena as she gathered her things, her face unreadable. But the tension was there, unmistakable. She was about to face one of the toughest decisions of her career, and Asher couldn’t help but wonder how it would all play out.But one thing was for certain—he would be watching every step of the way.Serena and her team members left the conference room, her heels clicking sharply agains