The Gamble Kristen Ashley นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She frowned as her eyes fell on me and she said, “Leave us” I was about to scurry out when I heard Asher's guttural voice, “No, stay. I'm not done talking to you” I turned to look at Asher but the face I saw almost made me step back a little. This was the most angry face I have ever seen on me, he was simply livid, his eyes were darker and colder and his hands was folded in fists. All this anger was directed at this woman, what was going on? Wait! I remember Jasmine telling me yesterday that after further research she found out that the woman who ran off leaving Asher at the altar was a famous model. Could it be Sabrina?

They nodded. "Yes ma'am" they answered. She smirked walking over to her car. She opened the passenger's door and brought out a luggage. Stella went to them and handed it over to them. They grinned with so much excitement. One of the took the luggage and opened it, it was filled with money. "This is payment for a job well done" she said walking away. "You're good to go ma'am" they screamed in excitement as they watched Stella drive off in her car. Stella increased the volume of the music in her car while she drove.

Violet Ashlock Playing games in your life that you know you won't win in the end.. will pretty much hard. I know so well that I will lose in the end and even will fall in love with him. Just like I predicted.. Austin is using me completely just for work. He thinks I'm dumb for not realizing but little did he know that I'm playing along with him.. wanting to know until how far he will go. I don't know if he's dumb or what.. he never cares about me. He just took me everywhere and everytime he made a deal. He's playing games with in a really obvious way.

But then, there are many Greenes on earth and he obviously didn't even recognize her. "Sue Greene. My brand name is Ash Glam House, located in Dallas." "Greene... What's the little flowers name?" Very inquisitive man. "Its Ashley. Ashley Greene." At hearing her name being called, Ashley flashes him a smile, a pretty big one. And weirdly enough, he smiles back for a second before reverting back to himself. "So you came all the way from Dallas?" "Yes. Because Ash Glam is my life and can't let it fall into ruins because of a thieving woman like Gail."

“I invested it all in Christine’s business. This time, we’re going to make a fortune.” Garreth had checked online too. He knew Christine’s project was expected to rake in huge profits. “But Mom, can you give me a little now? I really can’t wait. The girl I’m seeing wants to go on a trip.” Ms. Darla’s eyes shifted. She started eyeing Christine’s jewelry. She had secretly pawned a few pieces before, and Christine hadn’t noticed. This time should be fine too. “Fine. I’ll give it to you later. And listen—don’t you dare go gambling!” She knew her son’s weakness all too well.

His golden gaze burned with a silent intensity. "I am going to tear this pack apart until I find the traitor who used my seal," Julian whispered, his hand moving from the wall to gently cup her jawline. His thumb traced her lower lip, his touch dangerously tender despite the dark promise in his words. "And you are going to help me." Maya's breath hitched. "Help you?" "Starting tomorrow," Julian murmured, his lips brushing dangerously close to hers, "you play the role of my loyal, inseparable Luna in public. We draw the real traitor out into the open—together.

Luke started, his hand reaching out as if to catch the name he had finally spoken, but I was already stepping away, retreating into the shadows of the velvet curtains near the balcony. ​I pressed the phone to my ear. ​"Ash?" ​"I'm outside," Ashton’s voice came through, clear and grounding, devoid of the artifice that filled the room behind me. "I just saw the news feed. The 'Cromwell Gala.' I saw you on the livestream, Hannah. You look like a stranger in that dress." ​"I feel like one," I whispered, leaning my forehead against the cool glass of the balcony door. "He’s here, Ash. He used my name. He asked about the shore."

The biggest blunder a man could make was to end up getting married to someone who only wanted your money. A few minutes later, a woman came to where we were. “Get lost,” she told the other girls who immediately scampered away. My brows furrowed. Who was this woman? She looked very familiar but I wasn’t sure where I’d seen her. She was very tall, had brown hair, and a pretty face. She was skinny but had slight curves in all the right place. The bright red gown she was wearing fitted her like second skin. “Jake Rylland,” she said. My name sounded very good coming from her lips. “I’m Ashley Kendall, a KM supermodel. It’s nice to finally meet you, Mr. Rylland.”

I beg, heaving and crying profusely. Ashley chuckles and pouts at me. “How pathetic. Boys, before you make that video, make sure to rough her pretty face up with a few bruises. When you are done, let me know and I’ll wire your balance,” she says, sauntering out of the place without paying me another look and humming a tune to herself. TREVOR “Is it done?” I ask Ashley the moment she steps out of her car, parked on an offroad, a few metres away from the old cabin in the woods she is keeping Scarlett in. She came up with the plan to lure Damian with Scarlett and then kill the bastard.

She could hear the whispers. "Who is she?" "She doesn't look familiar in any way." "Where did she come from?" "Her gown looks so gorgeous." Ashley wished the ground would just open up and swallow her immediately. "She is a gold digger trying to sow from where she did not reap." Cassandra told it to anyone who cared to listen. A tray of Champagne passed by. Ashley stretched out her hands to grab one. Mistakenly her hands collided with a familiar touch as both of them reached out for the same glass of Champagne.