Asher Walton House Novels & Stories

Asher's estate is quite unique. He had an airplane-looking house. The house design is really unique! It has both wings and a nose like the real airplane, except that it is so big. Big house, but he only lives alone there. The house had servants, a chef, and a chauffeur. Once he returns home, the servants line up at the lobby and greet them. "Let me introduce; this is my wife, Athena. From now on, she is your madam, and please treats her properly, everyone." Asher said to all his servants.

“Good.” Ashton Langford’s private estate was exactly what I had pictured it to be. It was massive but utterly devoid of any warmth. Glass and steel woven together that cost more money than my family’s company. “Your room is on the second floor, east wing,” he said as we entered the foyer. A staff member walked out and took my bags out of the car, walking back and forth in silence. “Mine is on the west,” Ashton announced. “The housekeeper will show you around tomorrow. For now, you can take a good look around your room and the balcony. Maybe figure out how to make it accommodating enough for you if you think it’s too basic or monotone.”

"Mrs. Dettling? I have the information you requested about the taxi." My fork clattered on my plate as I looked up eagerly. "You found out where he went?" "Yes, ma'am. The taxi took Mr. Ashworth to the Meridian Tower on Fifth Street. The driver remembers because it's one of the most expensive residential buildings in the city." Relief flooded through me so intensely that I nearly laughed out loud. Finally, something was going right. "Thank you so much. You've been incredibly helpful." I waited until late afternoon before making my escape.

The three-story main building, the smaller structures scattered across the property, and the dolphin fountain behind her—this wasn’t even half of the estate. "Please come with me," the butler said, and she followed him into the sitting room. Inside, a maid, and a driver stood waiting. "These is the maid, Sharon, and the driver. Mr. Anderson won’t be back until tomorrow morning, so please make yourself comfortable," the butler informed her. Hazel nodded, relieved. She was far too tired to meet her supposed husband tonight. Everyone greeted her politely, and Sharon, led her upstairs to her bedroom. The room was elegantly furnished with black-and-white curtains and luxurious décor. Hazel didn’t

He wasn't too humble, nor was he overbearing. He chuckled, scolding me playfully for my mischievousness, then dismissed me so he could attend to his duties. The office location was settled. When I went to check it out, I couldn't help but be impressed by Ash's cleverness. I almost wanted to salute him in admiration. The old campus hadn't been used in many years and was often inaccessible. It was Winston's Crystal House that brought some life to the surroundings. Ash, with a keen eye, had chosen an office location directly across the fence from the Crystal House. The most astounding thing was that only a transparent glass wall separated the office site and Crystal House.

At the Walton Mansion, the atmosphere had already settled into an uneasy calm after the chaos at the cemetery. The large living room, with its towering ceiling, crystal chandelier, and expensive European-style furniture, felt almost too quiet now like the house itself was holding its breath after everything that had happened.

The Walsh residence in Aleshire, sprawling across 35 acres, was a testament to their wealth. The renovations alone had cost around two billion dollars, and the total property value was estimated at 20 billion dollars—a clear display of their immense fortune. For a family like theirs, there was no need to book high-end hotels or luxury resorts for weddings. Their estate was more than sufficient to host the grandest of celebrations. Today marked the wedding of Michael, the youngest Walsh son, to Yvonne, Nala's personal secretary. It was a perfect match given their social standings, and the steady stream of luxury cars arriving at the estate indicated the scale of the event.

Jackson shakes his head at the mischievous smirk on Asher's face, "you're reprehensible." "I know. So, you in?" "I'll think about it." Asher grins in satisfaction, typical Jackson, the one person he could trust. The only one he could enjoy these banters with. Their banter seized from that point on till Jackson pulled up before a brownstone townhouse. Located in the west village neighborhood. The townhouse is just one of the numerous buildings they own in the city.

"Nothing feels good about him, he has something up his sleeve and I feel it's going to involve Asher." "You know what enough of all the assumption, let's go find out ourselves." Amanda said. She placed a kiss on his cheeks before pulling her husband along with her. Fred tagged along reluctantly. At 7pm they got to the Walters home and their home was one of splendor not quite different from that of the Duckstein. The only difference was it screamed too much luxury. "Wow! Woah! Dad, you never told me that he renovated the house." Asher said to his father looking awed.

He said and Hazel was happy she did not have to use her dagger. "Well, the Asher's live uptown in a brown mansion. All you have to do is just keep going straight up this way and you will not miss it, " he said to her and Hazel smiled a sinister smile as her blood rushed hot. It was about to go down