Ashley bit her lip until it bled. Jake had already taken away all her bank balance and possessions. She lived like a slave in the Grayson mansion. Now he was going to marry his stepsister? Was nothing in the world sacred for him? But then Jake had become unhinged over the last year. Scarlet had ruined his mind with wild drug and booze parties. He could make her disappear if he wanted, and nobody would bat an eyelid. Ashley sighed heavily. She actually wanted to escape. She felt like she should sign the divorce papers, but not for Jake. The young woman wanted to be rid of the endless cycle of hatred and torture. She had had enough! "Jake," her voice trembled. "I loved you and gave away everything I had to you. But you are a liar and a crook! Conspiring with my sister and now marrying her? How do you live with yourself?" "You have only yourself to blame, Ash," Jake scoffed, taking another sip of his drink. "The business world is a dangerous game. Gullible, weak women like you are do

The Palmer Estate was a sprawling property spread over three thousand acres. The primary residence, Palmer House, was a Chateauesque-style mansion built between 1856 and 1892 by Reginald Palmer, the late founder of the family. It was the largest privately owned house in the city, with over fifty thousand square feet of floor space. Jake Grayson was undoubtedly the wealthiest in the city, but the Palmer family was literal royalty. Ashley was ushered into the house by a Head Butler whom she did not recognize. "Who are you?" she asked him quizzically. "Where is Marvin?" Marvin had been the head-butler at the mansion even before Ashley was born. He had practically raised the little girl after her mother passed away. The man narrowed his eyes at her clothes and frowned. Ashley's clothes were shabby, and it seemed she hadn't conditioned her hair for weeks. Even though she was technically wealthy again, the young woman didn't have time for a makeover before returning home. "I am Levi,"

Ashley woke up with a start. Her heart thumped like a hammer inside her chest. She remembered being cold and near-death. Now, she was suddenly warm and flushed. As Ashley’s eyes adjusted to the light, the young woman realized she was on a toilet commode with her trousers and panties down. Did she fall asleep while taking a leak? That would be ridiculous. The brutalities that happened to her seconds ago were too real to be a nightmare! Ashley’s own family killed her. Scarlet, and Mary—the monsters in her life. Ashley pulled up her lowers, flushed the toilet, and left the cubicle. It was the executive washroom of the Grayson building. "I'll splash some water on my face. That should get my bearings in place." Ashley went to one of the luxurious Whitehaus basins and looked into the mirror. What she saw almost made her fall over in shock. It was impossible! She looked almost a year younger. The dark circles, the signs of impoverishment, the dehydrated skin—everything was gone! Ashl

"Whoa! That's a surprise," Jake declared. It was always him pleasuring her. She never took the gear stick into her possession. "An eye for an eye," Ashley said with a grin while pulling out his erect member. The beauty marveled at the size and mentally patted herself on the back. Jake was a future rotten guy, but presently, he was a Chad. Ashley wet her right hand and grabbed his monstrosity, sliding up and down slowly for minutes. Then she started jerking him off faster. Jake closed his eyes and leaned back. She sped things up real soon. What was the hurry? "Hey, slow down there, cowgirl!" Jake pleaded, breathless. However, Ashley's hand went up and down like a plunger, making him climb the orgasm hill faster. And then it happened. Jake exploded. Ashley dodged at the right moment, and his load splattered into the back of the driver's seat. Jake let out a long moan and shivered, with his hips tensed. "Mother of freaking God!" he exclaimed. "Full marks, Ash!" Ashley wasn't payin

"Get inside now!" Ashley called out, lunging at Tessa and shoving her roughly inside. The girl was taken aback. Both of them fell into the room in a heap. Ashley jumped to her feet and locked the door behind them. "Listen…" Tessa mumbled, getting to her feet. "Please let me be and leave my room. I have an important photo shoot with TEEN VOGUE. I know you are the Palmer Princess, but you can't bully me like this! Even as a prank!" Ashley turned to her with a raised eyebrow. "Do they call me the Palmer Princess? That's a terrible moniker." Tessa bit her lip. "Aren't you acting like a spoiled Princess right now? Locking me in my own booked room? What's wrong with you? Has the anxiety of marriage gotten to your head?" Ashley shook her head. "I'm trying to save you, so don't get in the way. Your TEEN VOGUE interview is scheduled for next week. This one is fake! Didn't you see that hulking guy? Did he appear like a normal hotel staff to you?" The girl winced and shrugged. "I didn't rea