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 message loud

sending a warning to the Stewart family: don't

feeling her heart race

the man sat 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 from

him play such

harsh treatment she'd received,

just

estate as quickly as

their butler stumbled upon Ashley, passed out

a panic, he carried her inside and alerted the

her eyes, asked, "Ashley, what

whispered, barely able to form

had the servants bring grape juice, and after a few sips,

Grace, Ashley's tears flowed freely. "Mom," she cried, collapsing

McCoy place?