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."

Ashley got the message loud and

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

she nodded, feeling her heart race with

the basement, the man sat at a piano, his fingers dancing over the keys, playing a lively, beautiful tune. The melody was upbeat and catchy, a

him play such

the harsh treatment she'd received, Ashley

just wanted to

McCoy estate as quickly

morning, at the Stewart family home, their

alerted the family. Before

her eyes,

whispered, barely

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

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

McCoy place?