Library Ashford Novels & Stories

“Whatever it is. Just say it.” Phillips looked at each of us. Slowly. Letting the tension build. The room felt smaller. The air felt heavier. Lila couldn’t take it anymore. “What is it?” She asked. Phillips said it like he was dropping a bomb. “The Ashworth.” The word echoed in the room. “The Ashworth?” Lila repeated, confused. “The Ashworth.” Harold said, frowning. I stared at him, my mind racing. The Ashworth Group.

The table was set for two, not three, when the invitation masquerading as an order he’d received during cleanup in Chicago had mentioned both his parents would be in attendance tonight. “She decided not to fly out from New York after watching you and your team on the news. You know how much she hates watching you work. It puts her in a mood.” Charlotte Adamson, was from the British Royal family. A true socialite who only worked the elite circles of society in a dozen countries, Charlotte came from old money tied to tech companies, real estate, and water rights. Her family was known more nowadays for their multibillion dollar ownership of a luxury cruise line that ferried wealthy customers ar

She finally looks at me, and I smile. “Look, my best friend went into labour today, she wasn’t supposed to for a few weeks, I just want to have the nursery ready for when she comes home, and for that I need that chair,” I tell her trying to get her to feel sympathetic to the cause. “I am sure that the Ashfords will shop here often if I get things ready,” I say, throwing their surname out loud. I finally get her full attention. “Ashford? As in from the Ashford Media?” She asks and I nod. They are well known in New York, especially because of Fred.

Willowmere's formal integration into the Confederation of Wardens proceeded with considerably less drama than Ravensmoor's had required, their own governing family, the Ashfords, having approached our collaborative network with genuine, humble curiosity rather than the defensive isolation Lord Ravensmoor's decades of solitary struggle had originally necessitated. "Lady Ashford wishes to travel to Ashgrove personally," Bertram reported, nearly two months after the Confederation gathering had first introduced us to Willowmere's young daughter, "along with her own scholarly advisors, hoping to better understand her territory's apparent historical connection to this ancient compact."

Howard Chen sat at the end of the table with his hands folded and his expression carefully neutral in the way that meant he was holding something. Elena looked at the documents on the table. Then she looked at Isabelle. "Tell me," Elena said. Isabelle told it cleanly. To understand how Isabelle Foulds arrived at this conference room table, Howard Chen had explained on Elena's way in, you needed to understand the foundation on which the Ashford Empire was built — and who had built it. Edward Ashford had been Victoria's husband.

She shifts slightly, her hand brushing unconsciously near her side again. There. Again. That same subtle guarded movement. My gaze drops. “You’re still hurt.” “It’s nothing.” “You keep saying that.” “Because it is.” “Then let me see it.” “No.” My jaw tightens. “That’s not how this works.” “That’s exactly how this works.” She steps back again. Creating distance. Always distance. My wolf doesn’t like that. Not even a little. “You don’t let anyone close,” I say. “That’s not your concern.”

Chapter 49: Lena’s POV I stepped away to the second sitting room; I shouldn't be doing this tho but seeing those two packs fight was.. I just needed to see the pack house of the Ashford’s now. I had heard legends — whispers of its lofty majesty, of how it stood as the very manifestation of everything the Ashford family epitomized: power, wealth, domination. But I was not ready for the weight of that when I entered the sitting room through those huge double doors.

A hot demigod. “Mom, Dad, Grandma Danny, this is Ashford Winslow, my….” The word ‘best friend’ almost slips out, but one look from Ashford has my sense returning. “My fiancé.” “Hi, everyone. It’s nice to meet you.” Ashford offers a smile, but Mom brings out her phone and fires a text to the family group shamelessly. ‘Geez. He is hot.’ ‘How did you bag a hot man like this, Lennox?’ Grandma Danny joins the conversation.

Ashford. She knew the name. Of course she knew the name. You couldn't work in music, even at the level she worked, scraping the bottom of it with your fingernails, without knowing Ashford. Ashford Global owned three major labels. Two entertainment networks. A streaming platform she used every day because it was the cheapest one. The building where she'd auditioned for her first open mic three years ago had an Ashford subsidiary plaque in the lobby. She'd walked past it seventeen times without connecting it to the man standing in Jasmine's apartment.

This made Ashford greedy as he directly comes after all Gatlin has made a lot of money and property but later Gatlin declined to give up and Ford disagree to send him again, Ford wants Ashford to work for him “What it is father?” Ashford asked smiling gently, in front of Ford and Mrs. Madison he behaves like a good and gentle child. “Ashford, look I had passed a shipping company on your name” Ford showed him license Gatlin gave him. Ashford took the documents and read it; indeed, Ford registered a shipping company over his name, he is happy as money will come but thinking he have to work for it make him frown, he looked at Ford thinking did he knows ‘I am in good health’. “don’t worry, I kno