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*****Ashley*****

My father’s body felt lifeless as I pulled him away from me; he slipped from my grip and fell on the bed. To my greatest surprise, there was foam in his mouth and his nose was bleeding; an electric current flew through my body. I didn’t want to jump to conclusions, so I started shaking him on the bed and tugging on his clothes. “Dad! Can you hear me wake up!” I yelled. Just then the butler and the others burst into the room, staring at me.

“What’s going on?” the butler asked me.

“I don’t know. I was just hugging him and suddenly he…he..” I couldn’t bring myself to explain what happened. He nudged me aside and placed his hand on my father’s forehead and also placed his hand on his nose. He grabbed my father’s hand, feeling his pulse with a trembling hand.

“What’s wrong? Is he going to be alright?” I inquired my voice hoarse. The butler removed his cap, tossing it to the ground with a sad expression, and turned his face toward me, shaking his head continuously.

“What’s wrong? Why are you shaking your head?” I asked.

“He is going to be alright, right?” Noah asked the butler.

“He is dead.” The butler’s words pierced my heart like a knife. “No! No! You are lying; he can’t be dead!” I screamed.

“I am sorry to tell you, but he is dead. I think the poison had already killed him before he took the antidote.” He added. I felt as if I were paralyzed; there was no expression on my face. I wanted it all to be a dream. No, it’s a lie; the butler was mistaken; he isn’t a doctor; he was wrong. I didn’t know when hot tears started streaming down my cheeks; my brain had already interpreted the whole situation, and I didn’t want to believe it.

“No! He isn’t dead; you must be mistaken!” I told the butler and put my hand on my father’s chest, pressing hard, trying to wake him up.

“Dad! Please wake up! It’s me, your daughter Ashley, your sugarplum, your one and only daughter!” I screamed, choking on my tears, and I continued pressing his chest with great force.

“Ms. Ashley, please get a grip on yourself; he is dead.” The butler’s voice came in again.

“Shut up! He is not dead; he is going to wake up.” I said leaning to breathe into my father’s mouth when I was pulled away from him by someone. I turned to see that it was Noah. I pulled my hand out of his grip and punched him hard across the face.

“You killed my father! You son of a bitch! You are the reason he’s dead!” I yelled at him and started raining punches on him as he stepped back trying to block the punches, but I didn’t give him a breathing space; I just kept punching him across his body, from his stomach to his face.

“You are a monster! You killed my father! You killed him!” I screamed at him in anger; I heard the sound of his nose breaking as I was hauled away from him by Xander and Dave, who were holding my hands.

“Stop it, queen; you don’t want to make things worse than they already are.” Dave said in hushed tones.

“Everything is already getting worse, my father; the only person I care about has died! He is gone all because of him!” I snapped, struggling in their arms, attempting to hit Noah again as his bodyguard handed him a handkerchief to wipe his face with, while the woman who had been putting Noah in his place since was nowhere to be found.

“Noah! If you don’t bring my father back to life, I will be your worst nightmare! I will also kill your father and give his body to the bears to feed on!” I threatened gnashing my teeth; my tears were ruining my makeup, and I didn’t give a damn.

“I know how you feel, Ashley, but your father was bound to die.” Noah said touching his nose.

“Shut your trap! He isn’t supposed to die now! I fucking hate you! I don’t ever want to see your face!” I shouted.

“But I am your husband; you can’t get rid of me.” He replied.

“I want a divorce!” I yelled, unable to control my anger.

“We just got married a few hours ago; even if I want to get a divorce, the court won’t grant us one.” Noah said walking closer to me until he was standing close to me while I was still struggling in their grip. I looked up at Noah with eyes filled with rage and hatred for him.

“Where is my father?” He questioned.

“Ugh!!” I groaned in anger and spat on his face. “Damn you, Noah! Damn you!” I cursed.

“I can’t believe you, man. Your wife’s father just died a few minutes ago, and you have the audacity to ask about your father?” Xander remarked, glaring at Noah. Noah chuckled, glaring at Xander.

“Who are you to talk to me in that manner? You are just another one of her puppets, so mind your language.” Noah said, pointing at Xander with his index finger. “Let us stop talking about the dead and focus on the present; all I want to know is where my father is… or else I will make you hate me, Ashley.” Noah declared. His voice was making my blood boil.

“Guys, just let me go; let me teach him a lesson.” I said to them, but they still held me in place. Noah went back to the old butler and grabbed his collar, glaring at him.

“Where is my father?” He asked. The butler scrunched his face in fear.

“I… I don’t know where your father is, I swear.” He replied.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

“You are lying to me. Where is my father?” Noah snapped.

“I don’t know… the late boss didn’t tell me; those people are supposed to know.” The butler said, pointing in the direction of the door, but only Noah’s bodyguard was standing there.

“Goddamnit! Where is that bitch and her minions?” Noah asked, burning with fury.