Lauren Asher Dirty Air Series 소설 & 이야기

Ryker said. “It’s the new girl. We don’t know what she is yet as her identity has not been confirmed,” Remus said. New girl? Ryker thought. The only new girl they’ve had is the one in his class. Julianne Ashwynd. What has she got to do with this? “Julianne Ashwynd?” Remus suddenly asked and Ryker turned to him. “That is her name?” Ryker forgot he was in the midst of vampires who can read minds. He clenched his jaw and said, “It’s nothing.”

It was all over when another girl walked into the WC and helped Layla and that miserable woman. When the girl rescued Layla, the party was still underway, but Asher had left to catch his flight to Los Angeles. Layla did not wait for Calantha too long, she came out of the mansion right after. “Is everything okay?” Layla asked as the car had rolled. “It’s fine,” Calantha stopped saying, “Asher doesn’t doubt me.” Layla felt that since she had been in the car, Calantha was very strange, she didn’t seem happy.

And she’s mine. The letter slipped from Luna’s fingers. Floated to the floor like dead leaves. Like dead promises. Silence filled the room. Heavy. Crushing. The kind of silence that came before a storm. Before a war. Asher’s voice broke it. Rough. Desperate. “He’s lying, Luna. He’s dead. I killed him myself five years ago. I watched him burn. I scattered his ashes in the Frozen River. He’s gone.” Luna didn’t look at him. She looked down at her stomach. At the life kicking inside her. Their daughter. The baby they’d prayed for. The baby Asher had cried over when the healer confirmed it was a girl.

"Caleb processed the buy-back option attached to your father’s bankruptcy filings. You hold zero shares in this company." "You used me!" Lauren shrieked, taking a furious step forward, her manicured nails digging into her leather case. She finally snapped her head toward me, her eyes burning with pure, unadulterated venom. "You replaced me with her? A low-level accountant? She’s an outsider! She’s playing all three of you, and you’re too blind to see it!" "Watch your mouth, Lauren," Asher growled from the bar, his low, gravelly voice sending an immediate, dangerous vibration through the room as he set his glass down with a heavy thud. "Or I'll have security escort you out by your hair."

"You hit me? Luke, you bastard! This whole plan was your idea, and now, you're blaming me?" Luke roared in frustration, "My plan was for you to get pregnant with Jayden's baby so we could sue him! Not for you to screw my dad!" "No! It was Simone! It was you! You did this!" Tricia finally put the pieces together and lunged at me. She grabbed me by the collar, shouting, "You swapped the rubbers! You set me up, didn't you? You filthy bitch!"

Tessa stood there, stunned, heart pounding, as Chloe’s laughter echoed faintly from below. “Pregnancy season indeed,” Chloe muttered under her breath. Ayisha shot her one last glare. “You really don’t know when to stop.” Chloe shrugged. “Just calling it how I see it.” Tessa turned away, her thoughts swirling with questions, about Dorcas, about everything that was unraveling inside this mansion. *** Somewhere across the city, in Ares’s bedroom, Lila sat in the dark, staring at her phone. Her hand hovered over the “Send” button for the bank transfer.

Chapter 8: Ashes and New Flames The divorce was finalized three months later. It was brutal but fair. Lila walked away with the apartment, a generous settlement, and half the profits from the now-successful Meridian deal. Ryan got to keep his dignity in public and his new family with Mia, but he paid dearly for the betrayal. The business community whispered, but Lila emerged stronger—her career skyrocketing as she launched her own boutique marketing firm.

I said to myself. I forced myself to stand up from the bed and pulled off the bed sheets stained with my blood. I was still fully naked. I felt so much pain in my thighs and vagina as I came down from the bed. I folded the bed sheets and took it to the bathroom, then soaked it in water. Then I turned on the shower to take my bath again. While in the shower, I roughly scrubbed my body parts that Antonio touched but I didn't still feel clean. I still felt dirty, unclean and used.

Wesley followed close behind, cracking jokes to keep spirits up, his energy lighter but his eyes serious. After the last of them had been wheeled out, I stood in the middle of the car, surrounded by silence. The cabin looked like a war zone. Open water bottles rolled across the floor. Used barf bags sat bloated in the corner. Blankets and jackets were strewn across the seats. The air still hung heavy with the sour stench of vomit and disinfectant. I grabbed a clean towel and began wiping down a row of seats. I wasn’t on staff. It wasn’t my job. But I needed to do something.