A Vengeful Bride Ashley Mu の小説・ストーリー

Turning to face him, she felt her stomach clench, and she suddenly felt the urge to knee him in the balls. Ashley understood that she couldn't cause a scene now, he might have her thrown out or killed before she even gets the chance to see her parents arrive. She clenched her jaw, blinked rapidly, and plastered a smile on her face to prevent her tears from spilling. This was the man she'd always loved. The man who had left her for dead a year ago. The man who killed her unborn child. And for that, she'll never forgive him. He'd moved on so quickly and gotten married to her sister, after he thought that she was dead.

FLASH BACK OFF This morning after teasing Valencia with a morning that left them both topless. With a mischievous smile, Asher waits for Valencia to come downstairs for breakfast. Asher even brings his laptop to the dining table in order to finish all the reports coming in from the center, because today he has to take the time to accompany his wife to the bump, more precisely to accompany Valencia to attend Luze and Carissa's wedding day.

Elena enunciated with a grimace. " Okay, deal " Jared didn't have a second thought about it, he had the money Anyways and many more. He had just been indifferent to Ashley and her mom. " you have to keep your promise " Ashley had already become doubtful of him but either way she had no choice. "I will. Get prepared, the wedding is in two days " " what! *********** Ashley placed her clothes in her luggage, she had been told she would be going to Elrod's mansion tomorrow. She took out her phone and called her best friend, Louisa.

“Mr. Steele, this is a family matter. Miss Ashworth has expressed concern about her sister’s mental state following recent events. We have statements suggesting Vivienne may be a danger to herself.” One officer nodded. “We’d like to speak with her. There are questions about the crash.” Roman’s jaw tightened. “The crash was no accident. My team has the two shooters in custody. They named Margaret Ashworth.” Clarissa’s eyes widened in perfect shock. “That’s ridiculous. Mother would never— Roman, you know how fragile Vivienne has been. She’s been making wild claims lately about inheritance and some old contract. She even accused me of terrible things.” She dabbed at dry eyes with a tissue. “I j

I repeated, the word tasting like copper. "He's trying to understand the curse," Vex said. "To break it, perhaps. To free Caius from the weight of it." "By collecting the people connected to it like rare butterflies pinned to a board," I said, finally meeting his gaze. Vex smiled again. This smile was different, acknowledging, almost respectful. "You're not what they told us Ashveil would send." "No," I said. "I'm not. And I'm not going to Greyveil. Tell Zoran the substitute bride sends her regards... and her decline."

"You’ve worked by my side for two long years. You know me better than anyone else in this city. We are going to tell them that spending all those late nights together, managing the chaos of this company, eventually turned into something else. We fell in love, Charlotte. Quietly, privately, away from the cameras and the office gossip. That is the only story that protects the succession, and more importantly, it’s the only story that protects your reputation." Charlotte looked down at the dense legal paragraphs of the prenuptial agreement. The logic was terrifyingly ironclad. If anyone discovered she was being paid millions to marry her boss under a thirty-day stopwatch, she would be branded a