⚠ To be rewritten.
~BOOK 1 IN THE ROSSETT TRILOGY~
The moment Theo Lycaris first laid eyes on Anastasia, he fell for her . . . hard. But little did he know where his love for her would lead him.
Anastasia Rossett had one motive for coming back to Ma...
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(Ashton's P.O.V.)
Black.
It was the only colour that filled my vision when I woke up. I could feel my hands tied behind my back and the cold, dusty marble floor underneath my cheek.
I wasn't alone. That much I knew. Two more people were in the room with me, conversing about the Rossetts and what was wanted of me. I remained still, pretending to be unconscious as I wasn't sure that they'd keep their distance if they knew I was awake.
"Do you really think they will fall for this? The boy isn't even their own," one of them huffed.
"They will, Enzo. The Rossetts are a keeper of their word. They are bound to protect the boy by any means," the other man replied.
I could barely keep myself from making a sarcastic remark. They were hoping to use me as a bait? Even if the Rossetts were strict about keeping their oaths, these people had no idea how much of a pest they probably thought I was. Xavier and Anastasia were probably having a glass of some over-the-top-expensive wine this very minute, celebrating the joy of my riddance.
They both hushed their talking as a light clicking of boots made their way towards us. The lights were switched on, making my eyes press shut tighter than they already were as the sudden brightness seeped through my closed eyelids.
"Wake up time, Ashton," a thick voice rang in the air.
I gasped when a hand found its way to my hair, pulling the strands painfully as I was forcefully made to sit up. I opened my eyes to find myself looking at a dark-haired boy who stared at me with such a happy expression that one might think he had won a lottery.
"Well, well, well. Isn't it a pleasure to finally meet the last remaining Young."
"Ace Angelo. You killed my parents," I guessed. Of course, it was him. What better way to spend my birthday than with the person who had supposedly killed my parents.
Who was I even kidding anymore? I was here, kidnapped, face to face with the infamous Ace Angelo. Anastasia's every word had proved to be true. There was no more question in that, my parents had been killed by him.
"Oh, you've got it wrong Ashton. I simply gave out the order, Emma did the killing." He smirked.
My blood ran cold. I had so desperately hoped and begged for it not to be true. The thought was purely incomprehensible, the one who had fixed my bleeding heart was the cause of it bleeding in the first place. The day it had happened came rushing to me in an instant.
