Ashton Bailey Car Accident Novels & Stories

The phone ringing interrupted their moment and Ashton turned to the source, it was coming from his office. He looked at Thea who willingly released her grip, silently telling him to go. Reaching for his trousers abruptly, Ashton stood from the bed. He walked into his office to receive the call. Thea stared at her hand with a smile on her face. Her hand had grown undoubtedly finer and different. She looked over to the oath Ashton had just taken, only to see him coming in. "Be quick, we need to go to the hospital," Ashton said and Thea sat up abruptly. "Hospital?" "Yes, Samuel was involved in an accident."

"Should I tell the driver to hit the brakes a little earlier to spare his life? But if I do that, you must come back with me afterward. Aston only deserves the scraps from my table." Mom and Dad were furious, but they were taken away by Alvin's men. I lay on the floor, powerless, as I watched the accident happen on the highway in real-time. "No!" I used the last of my strength to grab the hem of Alvin's pants. I rasped, "I'll go with you." … Now, Aston was once again tearing open the wounds of the past that I'd deliberately hidden from him. He was doing it in public this time. He picked Hailey up, stood next to Tamara, and glared at me.

I threw the question at him, and he let out a sigh. "I have no idea, Charlotte. He called me this morning and told me he was trailed by a strange black car with tinted glasses, so he couldn't see who was inside. He sent me the plate number, and I got my Dad's search team's information on it. I told him to drive straight to the pack house since it was safe there. After a while, I tried contacting him to ask if he had gotten home, but I couldn't reach him. Out of worry, I tracked his car and went in search of him. It was where I saw him; his car had hit a tree so hard that it broke in half and fell on it, shattering all the glass. Asher was inside, suffocating and bleeding. He had passed out,

Not again. As he neared the location, Kelsey saw the telltale signs of an accident – shattered glass, skid marks, and the crumpled remains of Austin’s car. His breath caught in his throat, his pulse pounding in his ears. He screeched to a halt and jumped out of the car, racing towards the wreckage. “Austin!” Kelsey shouted, his voice breaking with fear. He reached the car, his heart plummeting at the sight before him. Austin was slumped over, bloodied and unconscious, his body trapped in the mangled remains of the vehicle.

"Watch it, boy!" "My apologies," Ashton muttered, scrambling to get back to his feet. His father vanished out the door. "Father!" He reached the door in time to see his father lose his footing on the sidewalk and tumble into the street. Time seemed to slow down. A carriage raced through the dark street and struck Lord Lennox. The horse screamed, and it drowned out the shouts of the man it trampled. Ashton's legs were rooted to the ground. The breath rushed out of his lungs. He was unable to move or speak as chaos erupted around him. Men rushed out to aid the distressed driver of the carriage.

“Truman Inc.'s CEO, Eric Truman, is said to have been involved in a ghastly car accident last night between the hours of 11 p.m. and midnight. An eyewitness report says they found the young billionaire’s car, a black BMV rammed against the back of a tow truck, and were lucky to have been there to call 911. The hospital is yet to release updates of Mr. Truman's. We pray he has a speedy recovery.” No, no, no... This can't be happening. “He was drunk driving, Amelia.” Bailey sobbed. Oh my God. Tears welled up in my eyes. “No. Tell me it's not true.” “It is. The accident happens right outside the bat he had visited,” Bailey whispered, her tone now in. a state of shock. “What exactly did you tell

Christopher Barclay called up Ashton, and he accepted the call after a few rings. “Hello, Uncle Chris! I’m sorry, I couldn’t make it to New York tonight,” croaked Ashton. “That’s alright. I heard you had an accident. How are you now?” asked Hayley’s dad. “I’m better. It was a hit-and-run case. I swerved at the last minute to save myself and lost control of the car. Thankfully, I only ended up with an injured arm and wounds. It could have been fatal had I been speeding.” “Hit and run case? Do you mean to say someone wanted to kill you?”

Victoria was startled, her eyebrows knitted, "Mr. Lawson? What's the matter?” "Victoria, Austin just had a serious car accident, he's unconscious right now, but he just woke up temporarily, saying that Kaylin is in danger and told you to go find her or something like that. Victoria, go find Kaylin! Austin's car accident was caused by someone, and the person who harmed Austin is on his way, I believe.” Victoria's heart tensed up, "Where is Kaylin?" "I just called Kaylin, and her phone is off. But Austin told me about a residential address, called Skyline Community...."

The loud sounds indicated that the car must have been savagely damaged as it hit the ironstone until it eventually ended a few meters away. Sam and Ashley took out their phones and quickly dialed for help. As their calls ended, Athena lost control of the steering wheel and their car directly bumped into the huge foyer of a nearby abandoned building. She hit her head hard on the steering wheel before the airbag appeared and immediately she lost consciousness. Blood began to ooze from her forehead as she slumped in the airbag's surface. "Athena!" Ashley and Sam were so shocked at the sight of the blood messing up in their friend's face.

“Trust me. People are already gathering at the scene. The car hit a pole, directly on the side where Ashley sat. From what I can see, her head is bowed on the dashboard and she is not moving.” “Wow! You are a genius! Thank you!” I said and ended the call. It took every bit of self-control to wait for an hour before calling Axel. I planned to sound normal, with no idea of what had happened. I would simply check up on him and wait for him to tell me about Ashley's accident. I thought of how happy Axel would be to see Ashley in pain. A part of me wished I could tell him that I did it. He would be extremely proud of me. But that would be too risky. I had to keep everything to myself.