William Afton X Michael Afton Novels & Stories

William’s face crumpled. He didn’t cry—Victoria suspected William Preston had never cried in his life—but something in his expression shifted. Crumpled. Broke. “Michael,” he repeated. “You named him Michael.” “After his father,” Victoria said quietly. “After your son.” Dinner was awkward.

Michael looked into Aiden’s eyes and he knew there’s something more than Aiden knows but he is not saying it. “Hey guys, I’ve heard about Cassandra’s health, is she alright now?” The owner of the voice was Eren Santorum, Michael’s elder brother. Everyone looked at him as he came to them with worry on his face. “Yeah, she is fine now.” Michael got up from his seat and hugged Eren, a bro’s hug then he turned to face everyone to make an introduction. “He’s my elder brother Eren Santorum and he owns a music label. And Eren these are Cassandra's brothers. The eldest Aiden Williams and he is a doctor. The second in the line is Izan Williams and you already know him, and this is Aaron Williams and

Walter said. Ashley became nervous, shifting nervously in her seat. She took a glance at Michael and saw that he was looking very calm yet quiet. She had never seen Michael so calm and quiet before which made her even more curious what was going on. Suddenly the door burst open and everyone turned their head to the door and a very young woman entered. "Hello everyone. I'm here in behalf of Mr. Austin. I'm Ashton Williams by name." "What?" Michael exclaimed, and his heart sank. Even Mr. Walter, Michael's father was just as shocked. Ashton smirked.

"Who is sitting next to that hottie? Wait. Isn’t that Michael Ashford, the CEO of Ashford Group ?" ‎Richard raised his eyebrows and said in a playful tone, "I thought Michael was an ascetic who had never set foot in a club. Haha! Did he finally give in to temptation?" ‎Damien and Richard had both mistaken Ethan for Michael. That was because Maureen’s brothers were actually identical, so people who were unfamiliar with them could not tell them apart.

I put her on the sofa and come back to check the news update. I will continue to play the game, reveling in the downfall of my rival. Michael, unaware of the forces conspiring against him, stands on the precipice of his own destruction. And I, William, the orchestrator of his downfall, relish every moment, knowing that I hold the power to bring him to his knees.