The Crazy Girl in the Mansion Marcel had money. That alone was certain. Ashton could only imagine how much he'd spent just to find them. For a second, he couldn't help but wonder if most of the attacks that he was facing were because he was looking for them. He didn't even know what to think. Was he being hunted or sought for? It didn't make sense. It had been hours after the dinner where Marcel poured out his heart. But still, he couldn't sleep. Ashton couldn’t sleep.The moonlight streamed through the wide balcony windows. Indeed, it was a beautiful scenery, romantic even, but his thoughts were too loud. Marcel’s words played on a loop in his mind. Every single word. .He needed air.Throwing on a hoodie, he slipped out of his bed, grabbed a glass of water from the cabinet and walked out of his suite into the long hallway. The mansion was quiet, too quiet, like it was holding its breath. He could still see some men strolling the grounds but they didn't come too close to the

The Boxed Flesh Ashton couldn't believe his eyes. Verena. The pretty Mallory heiress. He never thought he'd seen her so soon. And eigh Liam? It didn't make any sense. But he couldn't act shocked and so he schooled his expression and simply nodded at them both. Verena smirked at him as she sauntered into the office, arms folded and eyes glinting with mischief. “Hello, pretty boy,” she purred. “Never thought I'd see you again. Are you surprised to see me?” Before Ashton could register her words, Verena planted a soft kiss on Liam’s cheek. “Meet my man, Liam Johnson." Ashton’s mind raced. They were together? Like lovers. When did Liam become such a man? Ashton wondered, his thoughts veering into a painful territory. Just moments ago, Liam had been with Zoe after betraying him and making friends with his crazy ex girlfriend. They were fucking and it irked him. Looking at Liam, Ashton couldn’t help himself, he leaned in closely and whispered just so only Liam could hear him

Brothers of Ash and IronAshton froze in the doorway of his office, his heart skipping a beat as he came face to face with someone he hadn’t expected to see again, Augustine.Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit with a Titanium Incorporated pin clipped to his lapel, Augustine stood at Ashton’s desk, fingers grazing the edge like he owned the place. The smug curve of his lips told Ashton he’d been waiting for him. He wanted him to see him there. He wanted to taunt him. “What the hell are you doing here?” Ashton demanded, he was already shaking with irritation. “How did you even get in here?”Augustine turned to face him, his eyes glinting with something between mockery and menace. “Did you really think you could just walk into Marcel’s world, become one of the Greens, forget everything else and then the Reed family would still need you?”Ashton’s fists clenched. “You’re one to talk,” he snapped. “You’re still clinging to Frederick like a leech. You’re nothing but a fucking cow

Who Called Them Crazy Girlies?! “Let her go!” Ashton’s voice sliced through the house fiercely. If he had to repeat himself then he was going to make sure they bloody well heard him! The guards paused, startled. One of them had a gash across his cheek, clearly from an earlier scuffle. The other grunted and kept pulling.Ashton stormed toward them. “I said let her go!”“But, sir," the taller one argued, not taking his hands off the girl. Ashton glowered at him and he swallowed nervously. “Sir,” one of the guards said, stiffening. “This girl, she’s dangerous. Master Marcel said she was to be taken back to the cell. She got violent again.”“Violent?” Ashton’s eyes darted to the girl’s face. Tears were still rolling down her cheeks and her eyes looked swollen. Her lower lip was split. She looked no older than nineteen. “Anyone who touches her again will have to go through me.”The guards exchanged a look, hesitating.Ashton knelt by the girl. She was trembling, eyes wide with disbel

The Making of Mrs. Pam As soon as Ashton stepped out of Swan Limited’s glass doors, he loosened the knot of his tie and exhaled deeply. That meeting had gone far worse than expected. Celeste Monroe was still as unhinged as ever, maybe even worse. And now, he had a wager hanging over his head that involved marriage, money, and head-shaving. Ridiculous.But he liked it. He wanted to put Celeste in her place once and for all and suddenly, the prospect of marriage didn't sound so horrible. Maybe it was time for him to find a worthy lady and start his own empire. “Everyone seems to be eager to hold an empire, maybe I should try too," he laughed lightly as he stepped into the elevator and headed out of the lobby. But he didn’t have time to stew over it. There was another meeting in just a few hours. A meeting that actually mattered. And for that, he needed a disguise. No one could recognize him at the Vermartel Hotel. It was a new hotel and the workers were mostly foreigners. That was