BookAmazoneChapter 588 The man's shadowed face was as icy and distant as a snow-capped mountain, his lips tightly pressed as he spoke with a chilling edge, "Go back and tell your grandfather he can only choose between wealth, power, or fame. Wanting it all will leave him with nothing." Ashley, not ready to give in, argued, "You're part of the Stewart family now, our son-in-law. You should stand with us against our enemies. If the Stewart family falls, it affects you too. Why do you seem so indifferent to our struggles?" The man's hand clenched suddenly, his knuckles cracking ominously.
Ashley's heart pounded; she knew his moods were unpredictable, his silence often foreboding. She was unsure of the consequences of angering him, but hoped their close relationship and the Stewart family's future would shield her from his wrath.
But she had overestimated her place in his life.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe color drained from his fingers, a visible manifestation of his deep-seated anger.
"Ashley, do you know why I married you?" His voice was low, his handsface shrouded in darkness, his expression unreadable.
Ashley swallowed hard, her confidence in her beauty, intelligence, and impressive education suddenly shaken. "Why?" Her voice quivered.
"That's for you to figure out," he replied, a shadow passing over his eyes. "Just remember, don't overestimate yourself with me." "Anyone who tries to manipulateends up regretting it." With that, he wheeled himself away.
Ashley felt as though the air had been sucked out of her lungs, her chest tightening as she stumbled out. But the basement was like a maze; she ran for what felt like forever, always ending up back at the start. Panic took hold, and she shouted for help, "Mr. Morris, are you there? Can you helpout?" The man's cold voice echoed back, "Nobody invited you. Leave the way you came." Ashley's face went pale.
She recalled the doorman's warning when she entered: "He's not seeing visitors." Yet she had pushed her way in, certain her status as the future Mrs. McCoy would grant her special privileges, only to find herselɓalone and powerless.
She wandered the maze for a whole day, eventually collapsing from hunger, weakly pleading, "I was wrong. I won't do it again. Please, letout." But the doors of this nightmare stayed firmly shut.
She lost track of time, nearly passing out when she faintly heard the doorman's voice, "Ashley, if you're still alive, get up." Struggling to open her eyes, she saw
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmthe doorman standing there, his face stern, s eyes mocking, told you not to cin. But you wouldn't listen."
Only then did Ashley realize her blunder. She thought being the future McCoy daughter-in-law gave hem el sclout, arrogantly telling Nathalie, the doorman, to let her in.
Little did she know, to him, she was nothing. Her looks, education, and family connections meant nothing to him.
He didn't love her.
He didn't even like her? So why did he propose? In this place, she was on her own. She had to claw her way out.
Struggling to her feet, her pride shattered, she pleaded, "Please,m Nathalie helpout. I'll be forever grateful.
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