Alexia Ashford Novels & Stories

"I only care about Rhodes Corporation's most valuable asset—the Pharmaceutical Division's formulas. Once we have that and Rhodes Corporation takes a catastrophic hit, the chaos in Jayrodale's business world will be unstoppable." "As for the rest," she added with a dismissive wave, "do what you want. Sleep with whomever you like. I won't interfere." With that, Aspen left the hotel, her figure elegant yet imposing. Beneath her composed exterior, however, was a deep-seated disdain for men—a lingering trauma. Her distrust stemmed from the harrowing encounter she had barely escaped with Rodney—a moment that had left scars far deeper than she cared to admit. From a medical perspective, it could ev

Axel dismissed Leno, satisfied for now with the progress, though he knew he would need to work with him further to ensure his performance was flawless. --- Later that Evening: The Warehouse Meeting Axel arrived at the abandoned warehouse at the appointed time, scanning the dark, cold space. Dust hung in the air, swirling in the moonlight streaming through cracks in the roof. For a moment, he was alone in the silence, his only company the echo of his footsteps. The sound of a door opening drew his attention. Axel turned, watching as Ashley entered, her face hidden in shadows. The brief flash of disgust on Axel’s face betrayed his distaste, but he quickly concealed it as Lionel appeared behind

It only worsened my anxiety. A cripple noise of branch snapping behind us ring in my ear causing me to flinch and scoot further close to Drax.We both look in the direction of the noise, my nerves spiked and when a shadowed frame emerged from the dark, a loud squeal left my lips whilst I jumped into Drax's arms.My hands clutching onto his jacket tightly and face flushed against his wet shirt. "No.. no..no" The words leave my lips without my own will.I couldn't stop chanting the same, my brain clouded with the horror sight of Amia's lifeless body.

"Please believe me. I didn’t do anything." "You’ve disappointed me so much." Her voice trembled. "How could you do something like this?" The hospital deputy director, Dr. Victor Langford, stared at me coldly. "Bentley, the hospital spent years training you, gave you the best resources, and this is what you’ve done?" "Director!" I struggled forward. The handcuffs clanged sharply. "I was in Ashford Hollow yesterday. I just got back today. How could I possibly—" "Enough!" Dr. Langford cut me off sharply, his voice echoing through the hall.

He explains passionately, a backhanded shade at me. Of course he won’t choose me. Honestly, if he did, I’d think hell had frozen over. He started some one-sided beef with me back when only diapers and milk meant the world to me. And for the record, his statement is still sexist. Mad doesn’t seem satisfied with it. “Asher’s uncle, for instance—the man owns a health care center of his own. That’s where I work, and where most of Palo Alto’s experienced psychologists work too, including some more from the nearest cities,” she tells him.

Alex Morrison is sitting in the Hamptons with a proposal on his desk and fourteen months of quiet loss working on him. The Ashford Group's stock had dropped by two percent this morning and no one yet understood why. I capped the red pen and set it on the desk. "Act one is complete," I said to the empty room. "Let's see how the happy couple handles the pressure."

"Caspian, he tried to kill himself because of me—" "He tried to kill himself because he's mentally unstable and made bad choices his entire life. That's not on you." Caspian grabbed her hand. "Let's go." But before they could move, the ER doctor reappeared. "Mrs. Ashford? Mr. Ashford is awake. He's asking for you." Lia stopped. "He is?" "Yes. Normally we wouldn't allow visitors this early, but given the circumstances he's very agitated. Keep saying your name. If you could just talk to him for a few minutes, help calm him down—"

CHAPTER 24 Aurelia The silence stretches between us after my confession. I can feel him processing, deciding how to respond to this disaster of a human sitting next to him. "So let me get this straight," he says finally. "Your middle school bully and some guy teamed up to fuck with you?" "Pretty much." "That's elaborate. Like, unnecessarily elaborate." He turns to look at me fully. "Who does that?" "Victoria Ashford, apparently." My voice is bitter, rough from all the crying. "She's been making my life hell since I was ten. Guess she wasn't done."