Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Chapter 589 The guard flashed a smug grin, like a hunter who'd finally broken in his prize catch. He was basking in his own triumph.

That grin made Ashley's skin crawl, leaving her feeling like she was nothing more than a creature being tamed.

"Come with me," the guard instructed, turning on his heel and walking off briskly.

Ashley had to pick up her pace to keep up, practically jogging. She was so drained; it was like she had to channel every last bit of adrenaline just to not fall behind.

Finally, she emerged into the open air.

The sight of familiar surroundings brought her a wave of relief, a sense of safety she hadn't felt in a while. "Ashley," the guard relayed, "my boss wants you to know his wife is just for show."

Ashley was taken aback. Why would someone marry her if there was no love involved?

"I understand," she replied, playing along.

The guard went on, "And even though he's set to be the Stewart family's future son-in-law and technically ranks lower, he's never been one to care about ethics or morals."

got the

the Stewart family: don't try to guilt-trip him into

nodded, feeling her

at a piano, his fingers dancing over the keys, playing a lively, beautiful tune. The melody was upbeat and catchy, a complete mismatch for his usually brooding demeanor. Hearing the music

him play such a

treatment she'd received, Ashley didn't dare

it. She just wanted

McCoy estate as quickly as

their butler stumbled

inside and alerted the family. Before long, Ashley's

in her eyes, asked,

Ashley whispered, barely able

and after a few

cried, collapsing into Grace's arms,

what on earth happened? Weren't you at the McCoy place? How did you end up starving? Did they not