Ashely's POV
"Holy shit!" his voice rang out as he struggled to cover up himself. "Don't you have manners? Who gave you the permission to barge into my office without knocking?"
My body froze. And my eyes flew open in shock, lips quivering, as my heart pounded so fast it felt like it might explode.
I heard him speaking, but the words weren't clear.
My gaze shifted to the lady hiding beside him in shame, then back to him.
His pants were down, only his white coat remained. His shirt hung loosely over his body, and the stethoscope draped halfway across his neck.
The same dangerous, piercing black eyes. The same thick voice that could scare any soul, Just like the first time I saw him, his abs casually defined, muscles stretching into a sharp v-line disappearing beneath his boxers. His office smells like sin.
I couldn't believe my eyes. It was the same man from The Roadhouse last night. What the hell am I even saying? It wasn't just some guy, it was the man who stole my sister's life eight years ago.
"What the fuck…" I finally managed to find a word.
The woman he had been fucking before I barged in was already dressed. Before I could face her, she buried her face in shame and ran off.
"Who the hell are you?" he barked.
I scoffed bitterly. "Did I just hear you right? Will you keep pretending like you've never seen this face?" I circled my face with a finger.
His laugh dripped with mockery, echoing through the room. "And why on earth should I know your ugly face?"
My jaw tightened, eyes blazing. I fought the urge to storm over and paralyze him.
How could he not recognize me?
I guess his crimes were too many for him to remember all the faces he had hurt.
so they actually fabricated a death certificate and watched my sister slowly die.
My eyes drooped on his name tag; Dr. Alex Scofield, chief director.
"You're a doctor?" The words slipped out before I could stop them.
He closed the distance between us, his harsh breath hovering over me. "And what do you think?" His voice strained, barely above a whisper, eyes burning in fury.
A dry laugh tore from my lips as I tilted my head, hands entwined in defiance. "You want to know what I think?" His eyes bore into mine, but no words came out. "I think you are really a doctor…" I leaned closer, whispering, "…but a psycho doctor."
His hands wrapped tightly around my neck, squeezing as though to strangle me. "Do you know who I am? What gave you the confidence to talk to me like this?" he spat.
I shoved him away with the last strength I had while I kept gasping for air, repeatedly rubbing my hands around my sore neck as I fought to steady myself. "Prove me wrong then! I just walked into your office and saw you fucking your patient. And now you're pretending not to remember killing my sister? You're a monster! A bloody psychotic bastard!"
He raised his hand to strike me, and I bent down covering my face, but a voice stopped him.
"Alex!"
"Grandpa," Alex called anxiously, his eyes widened, shock flashing across his face. He clearly hadn't expected the man to come in.
The old man stood with his stick, jaw clenched, eyes blazing like fire.
"Alex, what on earth is wrong with you? Another woman? Can't you control that little thing down there?" he barked.
Alex buried his head in shame.
Then the old man finally turned to me, as though noticing me for the first time.
"What's your name?"
"Um…Ashely Martins," I bowed my head slightly.
"Fine." He inhaled deeply. "I have a proposal for you."
I lifted my head sharply, confusion etched across my face. "What do you mean?"
With a deliberate stride he covered the distance between us, studying every inch of me with his eyes.
"You look like someone from a decent family. And since my grandson cannot get himself a wife…" He drew in a long breath. "…I'm pleading with you to marry my son."
"What?!" Alex and I shouted in unison.
"Grandpa, you can't do this," Alex rushed to his side. "You can't force me to marry someone who isn't even worthy to be my maid." His eyes scanned me with disgust.
"Son, if you don't marry the woman I've chosen for you, consider yourself out of the Scofield family, with nothing to your name." His grandfather threatened.
"No…no, you can't do this to me" Alex shook his head, disbelief flickering in his eyes.
He reached out to grab his grandfather, but the old man jerked away. From his face you could tell that he meant every single word.
Then the old man closed the distance between us again, his eyes fixed just on me before he eased his shoulders.
His eyes softened before he gently placed his hand on my back. "Ashley dear, I won't force you to decide right now. But I suggest you think about it. If you agree to marry my grandson, the Scofield family will make sure your generation never lacks anything."
He turned back to Alex, shot him a dark glare vibrating like he could pull down the building with just his anger, before making a move to leave with no other word.
My voice cut through the room. "I will accept the offer." I drew in a shaky breath, glancing around the room while I made sure I avoided eye contact with Alex.
Alex Grandfather stopped instantly, surprised at how easily I accepted. Alex looked stunned too, almost ready to hit me, but his grandfather stopped him.
A gentle grin tugged at the old man's lips.
"Then we have a wedding to plan," he said softly. "And I promise to keep my word too." Turning to me.
A faint smirk curled across my mouth. This wasn't about the money.
This was about revenge.
No soul in the Scofield family would be spared.
I turned to Alex. His dark eyes pierced into mine, as if ready to devour me. He looked almost disappointed.
But what he didn't know was, he was staring at the girl who had come to destroy him.
He had once faked his death.
Now, I would make it real.