Buried Love Series Ashes Of Regret Novel Wattpad นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Her face went strange. "Eleanor Ashford?" She repeated the name. "She passed away a week ago." "Sudden cardiac arrest. They couldn't resuscitate her. Time of death on the certificate is four-twelve PM, one week ago." One week ago. Four-twelve PM, one week ago. Half an hour after he'd carried Sophia out of that hospital room. Connor sank to the floor. One thought hammered through his head. He was done. Charlotte was never going to forgive him. His phone lit up.

bond is revealing the truth to you—what I feel, what I've been feeling since you disappeared. Pressing his back flat against the rough trunk, Ashryn dug his fingers into the wood. "You turned away from me," he said. The connection should have faded by now. “Does it feel lifeless to you?” A fierce fire surged beneath Ashryn’s skin—sharp, restless, and impossible to quell. “I don’t understand,” Ashryn’s voice was small, almost broken. “Why now? Why follow me out here and—?”

Finally, the question was answered clearly, and Regina was forced to accept that she meant nothing to Asher, except as a stand-in for Leika. Like a coincidence engineered by fate, the truth was revealed just before the five-year agreement Regina had with her parents was up, slapping her in the face with the realization that the love she had fought for and the happy life she had dreamed of with Asher was nothing but a mere fantasy. Even after their divorce, Asher still tried to hurt her, as if Regina had wasted HIS five years, filling HIS days waiting for Leika to return, with a miserable life. Love is like a black ink stain on a white shirt. It doesn't easily disappear and is difficult to wa

"I don’t love you anymore, Brian! Stop acting like the world revolves around you! Show some basic respect—I’m part of the Bloodmoon Pack now, and I’m the Luna. If you dare touch me here, Hebert will tear you apart." "No! It wasn’t supposed to end up like this!" Brian’s roar cracked into something broken, and to my shock, tears spilled from those cold eyes. He pressed his forehead against the freezing wall, voice shaking with a raw, pathetic plea. "Ashley, ever since you left, I’ve been living in my own personal hell! Regret eats me alive every damn day! When I saw your pregnancy photos, it felt like… like I could breathe again. I can’t lose you. I can’t."

Her pride was a terminal illness, just like mine. "She... she has to help you," my mother whispered, her voice dropping to a manic, desperate plea. "She loved you, Davis. She gave you her kidney once. If you go to her... if you beg her..." "Look at me!" I shrieked, gesturing wildly to the clear plastic tubes carrying my dark, toxic blood into the machine. "I served her with papers to steal our daughter, I let Valerie raid her servers, and I watched her stand next to a billionaire while my life's work turned to ash. She doesn't love me, Mother. She doesn't even hate me anymore. To Jessica, I am already dead."

However, to me, it was all so strange. I had thought he was so kind to Becky because he liked her. Then I was gone, shouldn't they be happy together? Why was he crying like his heart was breaking? I could not make sense of it, and I could not ask him. All I could do was float there silently, watching him drown in his grief. Janet's eyes were red, but her look was icy. I felt she was up to something. I was right. She showed Ellison something on her phone, saying, "I found these on Lily's phone."

As the crystal pulsed in my palm, I pricked my finger with a tiny silver needle I had hidden in my sleeve. A drop of blood landed on the crystal, and dark smoke came from its surface. The connection opened immediately, and I smiled. At last. “It’s me,” I whispered. “The Fireheart has awakened.” The crystal glowed brighter. After two minutes, dark letters slowly appeared across its surface and formed one word, a letter at a time. I KNOW. A chill ran down my spine. Even after all these weeks, communicating with him still terrified me. He was so powerful. “The Alpha’s curse is becoming weaker because of her. She’s helping him.”

"She told you to kneel, so kneel. You don't get up until Hudson wakes. "She said you wouldn't bring the ashes, so she sent people to dig up the grave early this morning…" The blood drained from my face. Forgetting about the divorce, I struggled to my feet and tried to run for the cemetery. Slap. The blow knocked me hard to the ground. My cheek scraped against the gravel, tearing the skin. When I looked up, my father's urn was already in front of me again. Every hair on my body stood on end. My voice trembled uncontrollably.

Emily’s Point of View For years I grieved children I thought were buried in ashes . Yesterday the truth did not whisper, it crashed into me like a storm ,my babies are alive. My babies did not perish in the fire ten years ago . The thought alone is enough to glue me to the bed long after the sun has clawed its way into the sky. Golden light streams through the tall windows of my penthouse, catching on the white silk curtains I never bothered to draw shut last night. The room feels too bright, too loud, too alive for a heart that has just relearned how to hope.

"They needed me back inside your walls. The money was never the point. I was." Alex's hand found hers in the gravel, gripping hard enough to hurt. "Then I need you to hear the part that matters more than any of it, Eve. I didn't fall for a stranger wearing my dead wife's face." His golden eyes burned into hers, raw and certain in a way she'd never once seen from either Alex or Valentino. "Some buried, unkillable part of me recognized you the second you walked through my door. The Board thought they were sending Sophia's ghost back to finish a job. What they actually did was send you home."