The Ashley Reeves Story Wikipedia Novels & Stories

"Yes, they're fine. The doctor has already provided treatment for them and given them medicine. I called you because I wanted to tell you something about Ashー" "Ash?! That bastard again!" she cursed loudly. "I really can't wrap my head around his brain. Did he intentionally come back to ruin your already happy life?!" "What do you mean, Ree? I haven't even told you the chronology yet," I said in confusion. My brow furrowed. "You should have come here! Do you know who I'm looking at right now?!" "Who?" I sat down immediately with an uneasy feeling. For some reason, I felt that Reece was going to talk about something important regarding Ash.

“You trust her?” “Fina-fucking-ly, and all I had to do was save his men and uncover a secret witch village.” She snorted, narrowing her eyes at Asher. “Took long enough for him to believe me when I said I had no interest in killin’ his mate. Guess I can’t really blame him though, you do have a knack at getting yourself into shit.”

But she was different. Ashley glanced around the dinner party, and caught sight of Thomas with a ginger haired lady. And Ashley didn't know why she walked over. Perphas for a little show. Ashley intentionally hit the table and spilled wine on his lady's dress. "You just ruined my dress" she stood up angrily. Ashley placed her hands on her chest feigning remorse. "Where's my manners, how would I waste such expensive wine on your $5 dress from last season." Ashley response elicited a cheer from all the people around. She would later find out that the lady was Maris Veighblack, daughter of CEO billionaire, who everybody hated.

I knew she could get through it all. Because she is ASHLEY LEWIS - MILLER my fighter wife, ready to face and accept all the pain to protect her loved one. Hurt, get up, fight, and now say goodbye to all the pain of the past. It will make another chapter full of fun and no more pain to go through between the two of us.

Rhea went out from the bathroom with the towel wrapped around her, Ash turned her back and she smiled. "Oh come on dear, It's not like you didn't see this before." she said. Ash was being heated, he knew this was wrong. "Rhea, just changed. I left clothes there on the bed." he said. Rhea took it and she was shocked to see what is it. "Ash? I'm going to wear this?" she asked. "I'm sorry but my wife doesn't want to let you borrow her clothes." he said. Rhea thinks it's better than using Ivanna's clothes. Ash went out to let her change, he went to talk to his wife.

Who were all these rich people by her bed? "What is your name?" The doctor asked. Ashley went mute for a split second. She was thinking deeply trying to remember something never wishes to forget. "I'm Ashley, twenty two years of age, born in the countryside. I got divorced and don't have any place to stay." She immediately responded with her full details. Ashley wasn't seeking any sympathy, she just wanted them to know her real identity. Mr. Manchester broke down in tears . Sobbing badly. Ashley was moved with compassion. Why should he cry over her?

She screamed in anger. I fell on my knees not knowing what to say, the only man that have ever touched me was the prince, I couldn't believe that the rape could have led to a pregnancy. "Speak now!" She yelled picking up a sword. My heart dropped into my stomach, I didn't want to die. "It's the prince, he raped me" I said breaking down in tears. The queen was shocked "what did you just say." "I was raped by the prince" I repeated bowing my head.

They both laughed. “I saw the news,” she said. “About the Cascadia case reopening.” He sat down and took a sip of his coffee. “It’s such a sad story,” she added, holding the mug with both hands. “That poor woman. All these years.” “Eighteen,” Reeves said. He watched her closely, like a true detective, listening to more than just her words. “You knew about the original case?” “Everyone knew back then. It was all over the news.” She shook her head. “Do you really think you’ll find something after all this time?”

Still, when Luca Virelli walked into a room, Asher broke. Reid slammed a hand against the desk, rattling a water bottle off the edge. The room went silent. Someone cleared their throat behind him and slipped out quietly. The door clicked shut. Reid stared at the frozen image on the screen, Luca, walking away from the podium like some goddamn martyr. The crowd screaming after him, flashes still going off. And just out of frame, he knew Asher had followed. Like always. Like gravity. His chest tightened. He remembered that first night two years ago, when Asher showed up on his doorstep in Munich, soaked from the rain, silent, shaking with fury and heartbreak. He didn’t talk. He didn’t sleep. He

I asked. "If you can, I'll consider it," I said. David paused, conflicted. I smiled sarcastically and turned away. I already knew he wouldn't help me. Much later, the day before the court hearing, I learned a shocking piece of news. The girl Ashley had bullied in college, who had dropped out and remained depressed, had finally sought revenge. After my marketing accounts exposed Ashley's "glorious achievements" and the story went viral, the girl found Ashley's address. She went to Ashley's home and stabbed her nearly to death, completing her revenge.