Novel & Cerita Kristen Ashley Mystery Man

– the man with a Hitler mustache asked “You! Tell me where she is.” The man stepped back. Asher has pulled out his pistol from the bag and pointed it to the pathetic man’s face. The pallor rose to his cheeks as he held up his hand in sudden surrender. “Please, I… don’t hurt me. I don’t know who you’re referring to.” Damon pulled out his phone and showed the man a picture of Harper. There was a hint of recognition on the man’s face… and then it disappeared.

Funny enough, there was no sight off, the thought of her sneaking out undetected made him feel puzzled. His eyes caught something suspicious as two people snuck around from Christine's room. He could clearly see it was Christine's room, and from the light bulb by her door he could clearly make out the face of the strange man. Christine turned and saw Michael standing there, making her freeze before she quickly kissed the man goodbye. Without sparing him a look, the man wandered off out of the compound without second thoughts. Meanwhile, Ashley tossed and turned as she recounted the events of last night in her head.

Henderson whispered to Lady Morrison. "Three years of lies," Ashlyn's voice cut through the chaos. "Three years of manipulation. And you never once questioned it." "I thought—" "You didn't think at all," Jonathan interrupted. "You were too busy showering Penelope with attention to notice what was right in front of you." "The mystery man noticed," Lady Morrison added. "Five hundred million dollars' worth of notice." "Who is he?" Christopher demanded. "I have a right to know!" "You have no rights here," Ashlyn's diamonds pulsed softly. "Not anymore."

"Honestly, Ash, it’s time you take control. Be bold. Who knows? Maybe your mystery man is waiting for you to make the first move." Ashleigh forced a small smile. If only they knew. Her mystery man was currently being linked to another woman in front of the entire world. And she knew nothing about it till now.

There was still a scandal of my company, Paige missing, but the difference was Wren Hastings was not mentioned. Just then, my phone vibrated in my pocket, it was Asher, I shivered. Misan noticed I'd gone cold. If it isn't the devil himself. He took my number without my consent. ‘I will deliver a dress for you in your apartment, I'm taking you on a date tonight’ “Wren, who's that?” “Asher, I've got an idea,” I muttered, hopefully it works. Misan paced round the room, hands fell to her sides. “I don't even know my friend anymore.”

Something sinister lay in the silence and Dan turned to scan the way. He wouldn't be caught off guard again. A shadow shifted in his periphery, and he turned as a man stepped from between two cars. Medium heights. Medium build. Well-dressed and carrying a briefcase. Not someone Betty would normally have noticed. Not someone she would normally have thought of as a threat. But these weren't normal circumstances, and everyone was a threat until proven otherwise. "Hey!" the man called out, offering a quick wave and a brief smile. "I've locked myself out of my car, and my cell phone is in it. Can you give me a hand?"

“You should check the tabloids today. Seems your new designer wife enjoys late-night company.” He frowned and opened the link. The article headline burned across his screen: ‘Rising Star Ashley Larsen Austen Spotted Leaving Hotel with Mysterious Man.’ The photos were grainy but suggestive, Ashley stepping out of a car, a man’s hand brushing her shoulder as she smiled. Duke’s chest tightened. He knew better than to believe gossip. But still… He dialed her number. No answer. Again. Voicemail. He leaned back in his chair, jaw flexing. “What the hell are you doing, Ashley?!"

I don't remember anything after that… I opened my eyes late that night, and Peter was there to give me the news that was required to keep me Alice. “Ashley is fine Ethan!! She is okay!! See, she has finally managed to find out the culprits of her parents' murder. Yes, they didn't die in a crash, it was a planned accident. Can you believe it, it was all planned from the beginning! Her cousin Liam and that cunning Adam Kenston are the prime suspects of the murder… see everything, is being revealed in the news.” He flashed his phone in front of my eyes, and I finally jumped out of bed.

It is my blackmailer again, showing me the betrayal of the closest human to me. Is this him? I can see his electric blue eyes and his jawline. It's the same gold cross necklace he has and his chiseled chest. It is Abel, but who is the woman next to him? Her eyes are cropped from the photo. And I can't stop cursing over that.

he said and disappeared. Then I woke up. I stared around, there was no one around. I shut my eyes again and this time I saw myself in a strange village. It was ancient. People passed with horses, and there were no colorful or fancy clothe. It was so ancient like the Mystical movies I usually watched. A man rode his horse towards me and asked "Who are you and what are you doing here?" Really? I'm being interrogated in my own nightmare. "Oh, are you one of the daughters?" The man asked.