Library Ashford Novels & Stories

Ivana was scared to look at the man, she hugged Asher tightly like her life depended on him. Mr. Brooklyn," Asher said, his voice firm and commanding. "I thought I made it clear: you're not welcome near my wife.”

Ashford's voice broke the silence spell. “For the honor of Alexandro Aragonia!” Ashford yelled as he untangled himself from a teary eyed Hailey. As he discreetly wiped off the stray tears from his eyes. “I'll come back for you, I promise,” Ashford said as he and Hazel got on their way. To their destiny…or deaths.

Affinity Real Estates, and I was directed to the right quarters. Everything was going so eeriely smoothly. Until the bombshell dropped. “You're not eligible to get an apartment, Mrs. Ashford.”

It took several dead ends and endless scrolling before she finally found a short mention in a medical journal—one line that made her freeze: “Led by the research division at Ashford Biotech…”

Long enough that I watched three dots appear, disappear, and appear again, my heart climbing higher into my throat with every passing second. Xavier: More than we thought. Which means someone close to Ashford has been talking.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Dee said. "I have been watching this city for some time," Ren said. "The landscape has shifted considerably in the past year. Carrow is gone. Certain routes are under new management. The Ashford Group sits at the centre of something considerably more significant than its public face suggests." He paused. "I am not here to challenge that. I am here because I believe there is an arrangement that benefits both of us." The room was quiet. Dee looked at him. "What kind of arrangement?" Dee said.

Like the man at the head of the table hasn’t just— “Ms. Lane.” My name cuts through my thoughts, spoken in that same calm, clipped voice I’ve heard in meetings a hundred times. No inflection. No warmth. Just business. I look up. Mr. Ashford stands on the other side of the table, the morning light from the high windows catching the subtle sheen of his tailored charcoal suit. The crisp white of his shirt is sharp against the smooth silver of his tie. His dark hair is perfectly in place, his jaw freshly shaven. His expression is unreadable, his gaze cool enough to be mistaken for disinterest—if you didn’t know what those eyes looked like when they burned.

Sofia whispered. “That’s him.” Victor Caldwell had entered the consultation. Caldwell Speaks Caldwell’s voice carried the kind of quiet authority that never needed volume. “Thank you for joining on short notice.” Erik Lindholm responded. “Of course.” Caldwell continued. “I wanted to address recent developments affecting the Ashford forecasting architecture.” Emily exchanged a glance with Daniel. He knows. Caldwell continued calmly. “As some of you may have noticed, external attention has begun focusing on Ashford’s advisory role.”

"You worked with Mora to poison me, to erase Rebecca from my mind. You plotted and schemed and lied. And now she's dying because of you." Ashford looked up at me, tears streaming down his face. "I love her." "No," I said. "You wanted her. There's a difference." The Queen stepped forward, her gaze cold. "Sir Ashford, you are under arrest. Conspiracy to commit murder. Treason. Manipulation of a fellow knight." Ashford didn't resist as the guards moved in, pulling him to his feet and binding his hands. He looked at me one last time, his expression broken. "If she survives... tell her I'm sorry."

"I'll marry Thelia." Luna Camilla's eyes gleamed with triumph, though she kept her expression composed. "And where are you going this time?" she asked, her tone almost conversational, as if they were discussing the weather. "Alaska," Asher replied, setting his untouched coffee cup down on the table. "For the mine acquisition." "Alaska," his mother repeated thoughtfully, her gaze searching his face. "I see. Well, don't stay away too long, Asher. We have much to prepare for."