Lucy Ashley Novels & Stories

She stood there for a while looking dazed. After sometime, she came back to her senses and remembered Nick's words. She immediately pulled out her phone and went online. She widened her eyes in shock. Oh my!!Nick is such a perfectionist. He had known about treachery from a long time and even prepared a new proposal. It seems that she forgot how meticulous Nick was in his work. Good then our company is now #1 trending with the title "Asher group continues saga". She quickly opened the topic and read through it and said to herself, Wow, Mr.Asher is so awesome and she giggled to herself and patted her cheeks to bring down her excitement. "Ms.Mira, please don't slap too hard, we can't afford to

Lucy’s POV THREE MONTHS LATER, “A fresh parcel has arrived for you, Miss Lucy. What do you want me to do with this?" My new assistant, Alicia, asked. I smiled and looked at her, saying, "Oh, give that to me. Thanks... " I was really excited to open the parcel since I thought it was my order from three days ago. However, I was taken aback when I discovered the exquisite, rare flower that had come all the way from England.

He watches me as I head for the door. “An emergency came up.” I force a breath and step outside. My phone buzzes: Enter the taxi in front of you. Fuck. She’s watching me. My eyes land on the car parked a little way down the street. My brain screams at me to run back inside — but what about Yasmin? God. Another text: Don't do anything funny. I walk toward the taxi. The back door clicks open and I slide in. My eyes widen. “You?” It’s Professor Lucien’s dead wife — the last person I expected. Reason the caller's voice is familiar and cold. She smiles — not kindly — and hisses to the driver, “Move.”

Lucy. Ashbourne Heights, Springfield, Massachusetts. Tuesday, 24th March. Next day. Late Evening. Crying hurts. Gosh, it hurts so much. It's like my lungs want to explode. And each time, I'm begging them, just hold on a little longer. Just breathe.

After all, how many men could resist loving a sweet girl like Elle who loved him wholeheartedly? Asher said to Lucy, as if deliberately emphasizing, "I've always considered you my sister. My wife is Elle, and I've never intended to change that! You need to recognize your place, and don't say things like that again!" Lucy froze. Asher had never spoken to her in this tone before, and her eyes instantly reddened. "You yelled at me? Asher, you yelled at me for that woman?" A subordinate came over and quietly said they could not find his phone in the lounge. Asher irritably loosened his tie. "Have security seal off all exits! Don't let anyone in or out! Find my phone!"

“And I don’t care. Get out of my way.” Ash pushed off the doorframe and took a step closer, closing the distance between us. Her smirk faded, replaced with a look of pure contempt. “You’re pathetic, Lucy,” she hissed, her voice low and venomous. “Always clinging to some dream of a happy little family when you can’t even give your husband what he wants.” Her words hit like a slap, and I felt my chest tighten with rage. “Excuse me?” I said, my voice trembling with fury.

Maybe the only place where I get you belong even if I was being haunted by it was the mansion, wherever Asher was. Lucy sighed, shaking her head as she nudged my shoulder with a smooth rub. "I'm really sorry, he is just trying to look out for us. He has always been this way, I hope everything goes well for you." I loved Lucy, she was a woman of few words. Even when there was a need for her to react, she just weighed the situation and read the handwriting on the wall before making any decision. This one was just particularly taking too long and she knew I had to face my problems now so they don't come back to haunt me or kill me as the case may be.