Romans & histoires Library Ashford

She searched his face, but his eyes were fixed on some point beyond her, as if speaking more to himself than to her. “And you?” she asked. “Are you strong enough?” His gaze snapped back to hers, piercing. For a heartbeat, she regretted the question. But then he smiled, slow and confident. “I am Ashford. Strength is not a choice—it is inheritance.” The words should have reassured her. Instead, they chilled her faintly. ---

he said in a tone husky with amusement. “Um, hi…hello,” she answered. Nice, Sandra, she scolded herself. If that didn’t make her sound like an uneducated country hick, she didn’t know what would. “I’m Creighton Ashford,” he said in a deep British accent. “Hope you don’t mind if I sit here.” She chanced a closer look at him as he reclined in the lounge chair, thankful she was still wearing her Ray-Ban’s. Damn, he was handsome.

Hazel smiled lazily and folded her arms on her chest again. For the first time, Tobias's expressions changed to one of surprise. A frown slowly formed between his perfectly thick eyebrows. “ Why Ashford? ” He asked all of a sudden. “ I like that company. The CEO of that company made it reach the top in only a few years and he did it all by himself. ” Hazel sighed out dreamily, causing Tobias's frown to deepen. “ Okay. I will do what you asked of me. I don't owe you anymore. You can come to Ashford Enterprise tomorrow morning and you will be hired. ” He sighed out and turned around to walk away from her.

Tanong ni Harris kay baby Greyson. "Always ready dude!" Masigasig na tugon niya saka ito nag appear at isinara na rin ni Harris ang kotse at sumakay na sa first van kasama si Heneral Cognan. *** "To be honest, I almost forget this day due to lots of stress and works that I was facing yesterday. But as you all know that this day were so special, memorable, joyful yet completely painful at the end" Pagsisimula ko habang nagsasalita sa isang malaking podium. "This is the day where the land of Ashcroft were officially recognized by the world as a country and as a nation who can stand on its own. This is also the day where we're married, which means that today is our 4th anniversary but at the sa

From the back, it honestly looked a little like he was running. I couldn't figure out what game he was playing now. I didn't want to. I went upstairs and crawled back into bed. When I woke up, there were a few unread messages waiting on my phone. From the Ashfords. They wanted me at the house. Something to discuss. That was novel. Since when was I, the outsider, invited to weigh in on Ashford business? I arrived at the estate at dusk, timed down to the minute. The moment I stepped into the foyer, the Ashfords' faces settled into disgust.

Then he left the living room. Mr Ashford Senior didn’t bother with the polite facade any longer. He set his teacup down, then he looked at his friend and replied, “Grayson, you speak of a match made in heaven. However, I see only a marriage of convenience for a granddaughter who doesn't know the meaning of the word respect. My grandson is not a business asset to be traded to settle Vivica's tantrums, and the Ashford family name is not a band-aid for the Cartwright family's lack of discipline.

What I found made my head spin. The Ashford family didn't just own one hospital. They owned dozens, scattered across multiple cities, with Kingspins Medical serving as the flagship location. They were billionaires, old money mixed with new, and Kade Ashford was listed as the chief medical director of the main hospital as well as the CEO of the entire medical empire. How the hell was Rhia my best friend and I'd never known any of this? She'd always been wealthy, sure, but I'd assumed it was normal rich people money. Not build-a-medical-empire-and-run-a-secret-gang-on-the-side money.

Even the name had stolen her breath. The carriage jolted violently as it turned onto a gravel road. Through the fogged glass, Amelia caught her first glimpse of the Château d’Ashford a grand, imposing mansion of pale stone perched upon a hill, framed by black iron gates. The lamps flickered dimly in the courtyard, shadows dancing like ghosts. Her heart twisted. This was no longer the Ryan she had once known the passionate dreamer who’d sworn he’d change the world. This was Monsieur Ashford, the English industrialist whispered about across Paris a man said to have no heart, no mercy, and no desire for love.

The King of Ashes had work to do. Lucian was waiting for me in the secured basement level of the Citadel. The air was cold and sterile. In one of the reinforced interrogation rooms, one of the arms suppliers from the pier sat chained to a steel table. He was a mid-level gunrunner from out of state, a man who thought he was making a simple, profitable deal. His eyes were wide with a terror that told me he had finally realized how far out of his depth he was.

Selena’s POV The following morning, I stood in front of the grand Ashford family company for the first time in years. The glass exterior, once gleaming with ambition, now looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in months. The deep gray marble panels had dulled, the once-vibrant paintings hanging in the lobby’s display windows were faded, their frames chipped and crooked like they had been forgotten. Cracks lined the pavement leading up to the entrance, weeds daring to sprout through them. Even the gold-plated logo of the Ashford empire—once the pride of Eastbridge—had tarnished into a dull bronze, clinging to the wall like a ghost of past glory.