Scarlett And Ashton Novels & Stories

Asher said nothing as he retrieved the towel and squeezed out the water and tried to place it back but I pushed away. “Aren’t you going to ask about the incident in the kitchen?” I questioned. But Asher, ever the mysterious man, merely shook his head. “There’s no need,” he responded, his voice tinged with a confidence that made me realize he was already aware of Scarlett’s assault. My gaze was drawn to the window, where the moonlight gently seeped through the curtains. “The incident in the kitchen earlier… Scarlett attacked me because of you, didn’t she?” The confident grin on Asher’s face disappeared. “Yes,” he confessed, “She’s had an obsession with me for a long time. I didn’t anticipate

“Like you were made to undo me.” Scarlett smiled faintly, breathless. “You never learned to defend yourself.” They disappeared behind the curtain together, the world outside continuing on, oblivious. By the time the music swelled again in the ballroom, Grant Ashbourne and Scarlett Monroe were no longer pretending they could walk away from each other. And somewhere across the room, unseen eyes would soon realize the chase had ended.

Scarlett held her ground. Michelle tucked her lip inwards. Seb wasn't ready to let it go just yet. He asked again, this time with a calm demeanor. But Scarlett, her frustration evident in her glare, repeated her earlier statement. "I didn't take it, Mr Ash!," she asserted firmly. The room fell into an uneasy silence once more, tension thickening the air. Seb's eyes searched Scarlett's face, trying to gauge her sincerity. It was a battle of wills, each refusing to back down.

Instead, he licked his lips and grasped my chin. "I admit that you look a lot like Elizabeth, but at the end of the day, you're not her. Take the money and leave. Don't try to curry favor with me again. Sunny will get angry." Ashton's statement seemed to excite whoever was sending the comments. "Look at how Ashton's protecting his wife! I love their dynamic so much—a delicate woman who's like the sun, and a cold and ruthless man. Who wouldn't love a couple like that?" "Am I the only one who thinks that this woman is actually Elizabeth reborn? She's the spitting image of her."

"Zara was found on the south road, sedated. She is stable." "And Luca?" she asked. "Still here," I said. "He has been making different choices." Silence on her end….Processing. "There is something else," I said. "Something I should tell you before you decide." "Say it," "Scarlett is now my mate," I released the bombshell. "Properly and formally. The bond is real and permanent." The line went quiet. The silence from her end was not a result of a network connection, but the silence that comes when one has just received a message and is waiting for a moment inside it.

Damon rubbed his eyes. He wanted to believe that. It was stupid, really. If this whole thing with talking was just meant to get him to drop his guard, then it was working. Wasn’t he smarter than this? He tried to pull his anger and hate forward, to shield himself from unfortunate emotions—but he was so tired of being angry. He sighed as he turned toward her. "How many witches are in Scanthin ?” “I only know about one,And that is me Scarlett." Scar murmured, holding herself tightly.Damon advanced on her and she backed into the wall, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Why should I believe you?”

Scarlett had no idea of this famous painting as it was done a decade after her untimely death that had been due to post-delivery complications. “It's me, Scarlett,” she said again humbly and weakly hopeful; despite the obvious fact that she had to reintroduce herself and even though the figure she saw in front of her was her lover Vinci. Winter raised an eyebrow. "It's me, Scarlett Pin. You loved me just as much as I did you and we had a time together. I died and you buried me here. You promised that you'd come to be with me at death, but you didn't, or aren't these yours?" Searching her blond hair, the lady pulled out a rose and raised her finger to reveal a ring.

Somewhere within the last one hour, Chase Enterprises HQ burned to the ground, leaving several casualties, one of which happens to be Alexander and guess who the hell is crying in front of the hospital, gathered by the press, saying, “Scarlett did this. She’s been trying to ruin the company for months now! Her statements at the funeral are proof enough!” Fucking Isabel.

She striked good conversations with them, and all of them were unable to take their eyes off her. I made sure not to take my hands off her. My hand was constantly wrapped around her waist. “Scarlett,” Roman called out to her, with his hands wrapped around Elise as well. She flashed me a smile. “The hassle was worth it, wasn't it?” She asked, and I looked down at Scarlett. “Yes, it was. You did a great job.” “Thank you so much, Elise,” Scarlett whispered. Roman was about to say something, when one of the guards called for their attention. They both excuses themselves immediately.

Chapter 41 *Scarlett's POV* I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and unease as the CEO of the company, Mr. Anderson, expressed his interest in me during our business meeting. His charming demeanor and flattering compliments had stirred a spark of curiosity within me, even though my heart remained loyal to Alexander. I knew it was a delicate situation, one that I needed to handle with caution.