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Ashford said. Bartram raised his eyebrows in surprise as he exclaimed, "I never believed that my daughter was insane!" "Why didn't you believe her at that time?" "About what?" Bartram asked. "Who are you?" Ashford extended his hand and introduced himself: "You may call me..."." Bartram rubbed his head in frustration. "Please don't say Assy." Ashford stared at him; his lips curled into a smile. "I am Ashford, not Assy." "Oh right." Bartram groaned. His eyes widened. "Ashford?"

“Stratford Prep students wear uniforms. Brandon has a very passionate love for plaid skirts and thigh-high socks. And if he ever tries to deny it, I have proof.” Suddenly, an image came to mind. I could tell from the clarity and vividness that it wasn’t coming from my head, but Asher’s. All too quickly my eyes strayed from the background, which happened to be a rugged office with animal pelts and lots of dark cherry wood, to Asher’s form. He sat in the desk chair, his hair and eyes dark as night. The unyielding look of hunger and violence on his face did something to my insides. He looked like the CEO of a company—or the King of a country, staring down at all those smaller than him. And on h

Hope The sound of people banging and clattering about has my eyes snapping open amd my heart rate jumping in alarm. For a second i dont know where i am or whats happening and then everything from the past week coming crashing into me like a stones being throw. Being aressted. the cells, the wolves, being a sevant in serves to those fucking monsters. I groan and sit up my head pounding from the sudden rush of information coming back to my brain. Maria rushes in worry and aggravation written all over her face" Girls get up , what are you doing !" hurry dress and meet me in the kitchen" We musint be late!" She off in a hurry yelling the same at the girls in the rooms next to ours . I look over

Chapter 8 Chapter Eight Five years later, the Astor Grand Hotel buzzed with energy as business elites mingled in the ballroom. Nikolai Ashford adjusted his tie, surveying the crowd with practiced indifference, networking events like thus6 had become routine to him, it was just another opportunity to display the Ashford empire's continued dominance in the industry. "Stop fidgeting," Cassandra murmured, sliding her hand into the crook of his arm. "You look perfect." She told herself.

His fingers travelled down the curve of my waist, applying just the right amount of pressure to soothe the muscles there. “Well, isn’t that convenient. Now you have a reason to go there.” I said, as he reached my hips. He kneaded my skin there, and I couldn’t help but hum appreciatively. “Uh, right there.” I said, leaning back into his chest. However, a sudden thought occurred to me. “But wait, Ashford isn’t an Italian name.” “Yeah, they’re not Italian.” He said, his hands slowly travelling up my spine and eventually to the front. He was scrubbing my abdomen now. “The Ashfords are from the UK. But they settled in Italy long ago. I guess because most of their work is there.”

Clad in a plain black shirt as he walks through the door way. I walk to the dj set, and ask him to turn it doesn't. He does as I grab the mic and tap on it before speaking into it, catching everyone attention. “Hello~ lovely ladies and gentlemen” I catch a glimpse of Zion moving along with the crowd. “I know you are enjoying but do you know what's this bash for?” I ask, eyeing Zion who finally makes it in the front. “Tonight's Bash is for my amazing brother Zion” I drag the word ‘amazing’ in a slow silly way before adding,

"I'll do it. I'll find a way to get her. But I need every support that I can get. Asher is very powerful." "I thought you were an Alpha, it's a pity that you are nothing but a weakling that could pass for an Alpha. Why didn't you conduct enough research on him? He is not as immune as you think. We have dirt on him" Hope blossomed in my heart. This sounded Profitable.

ASHFORD GRAND CASINO. My gaze fixed on it. “Ashford.” Nathan glanced at the sign, then at me. Richard turned into the casino parking lot. My jaw tightened. “Ashford Holdings owns this place,” Nathan said. “I know.” Ashford Holdings had been pushing aggressively to take the Sterling Silver deal from Cole Enterprises. They had made their intentions clear and spent weeks positioning themselves as the stronger bidder. They wanted what was mine, and now one of my executives had driven straight into their territory. “Park.”

Ashford. Now, with the entire boutique shifting its orbit around him, their silence was louder than any protest. Ezra didn’t speak because he had nothing left to say. While Meredith’s lips were pressed into a tight, colorless line as she watched the manager bow, trembling, while Misha inspected the custom ring box. “I’ve adjusted the order, sir. The Legacy Vault set is being packaged for Mrs. Ashford as we speak. Please accept our deepest apologies for the earlier delay.” Misha gave a silent nod.

So, for Alaric to bring them into the deal… it had to be something significant. My frown deepened as I searched up the Ashford Corporation, only to find that there wasn’t much to see. Sure, it was a big company, but compared to the others Alaric could’ve offered a 10% stake to, it was nothing. My fingers froze as my gaze landed on a picture. Without thinking twice, I tapped on it, raising a brow as I saw Desmond Ashford standing beside a red-haired girl in a white dress, her stiff smile barely reaching her eyes.