When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

I gulped. Summoning all the courage I had left within me, I reached out and tugged Ashton’s sleeve gingerly. “Ash… Ashton?” I stammered.

A brief shudder ran through Ashton. With a start, he released Tiffany.

Tiffany crumpled to the floor like a rag doll.

The maid ran forward anxiously and helped Tiffany over to the sofa. All other eyes in the room, including that of Nicolas’, were fixed on Ashton simultaneously. Nicolas slammed his newspaper onto the table, jolting the already-frayed nerves of everyone present. “Are you trying to rebel against me?” he roared.

Ashton glanced at me, then down at Gregory, apparently unaffected by Nicolas’ outburst. He then looked over to Tiffany’s inert body with undisguised contempt.

He strolled over to where she lay feebly, then sneered, “Will you say it, or shall I make you?”

“I’ll admit it, I’ll confess to everything! Just have mercy on me. I was wrong, Ashton,” Tiffany babbled. She was almost incoherent with fear. Clenching the pillow she’d picked up from the sofa, Tiffany hid her face behind it as if she could thus avoid Ashton’s wrath.

subordinate. Emery has both a good professional and personal relationship with you. I was the one who manufactured Scarlett’s obituary. She didn’t betray you. Audrey’s also your daughter… Dad was the one who arranged for the hypnosis. We sealed your memories for your own good! I was wrong, but surely it doesn’t merit a death sentence! Give me another chance,

almost groveling at this point. She had crawled onto the floor and knelt at Ashton’s feet, clutching at him

hands still covered Gregory’s eyes, but Tiffany’s sheer despair permeated any refuge I could offer him

Gregory’s back, partly to comfort and partly

to since she was young. Everything she ate or wore had to be of luxurious quality. Tiffany could get anything she set her heart upon. This fine upbringing had thus culminated in her attitude of

viciously brought Tiffany’s whole world crashing down about her. She could not even begin to comprehend the bitter environment that Ashton had grown up in, in

Tiffany got what she

rather than extinguished, the fury within Ashton. Narrowing his eyes, Ashton

you want to explain?” Ashton snarled. The grimace he wore looked

a glimmer of loathing flash across his eyes

moment, Nicolas replied smoothly, “I’d initially thought that you showed the most promise and was the one most set to inherit my position among the three of you. From the looks of it now, however, I

gave a slight nod to the bodyguard who had been standing unobtrusively in the side of the room. He immediately fished out a