Asherly Missing

Asher’s point of view

I pinned Zara against the wall, slamming my lips against hers, but it didn't feel like the kiss I had just shared with Scarlett. She was all I wanted, and my lust for her burned in my brain. Her lips were perfect against mine, her moans the perfect music to my ears, and the way she responded to my kiss, like a good girl...

Damn!

My pulse quickened with forbidden longing. I wanted Scarlett desperately, and I was on the verge of losing my mind...

I released Zara's hand and took a step back from her. She frowned, her gaze on me.

"Asher, what's wrong?" Her tone dripped with confusion. "Don't tell me you're suddenly feeling guilty after everything we did over the past week?"

Her words hit me hard. I wasn't guilty, but her lips didn't taste like Scarlett's, and her scent was not as intoxicating as hers. Every inch of me didn't light up with a burning, urgent need to possess her...

Only Scarlett could bring out all these emotions in me. As wrong as it sounds, I wanted her and only her.

It shouldn't be so wrong. We were legally married; she was my damned wife. Why do I feel a lump of guilt forming in my throat?

Scarlynn was dead, and I didn't kill her, nor did Scarlett. It was natural that I felt that way for her, like any other normal man would...

I slipped my hand into my pocket and yanked out a checkbook along with my pen. I scribbled my signature and the amount of one million on the paper before I threw it to her.

"I don't ever want to see you in front of me again, or else you are as good as dead," I said in a low, menacing voice, my stern gaze fixed on her.

Her face paled, tears streaming down her face. I rolled my eyes. I didn't give a damn about her tears. She was my girlfriend in college, and we broke up when I met Scarlynn. Since then, we became fucking buddies, or at least that's what I thought. I had no feelings for her.

"Asher, you can't just get rid of me like that. I'm pregnant with your child," she stammered between her tears. I let out a snort.

“Get rid of that thing and never show your face to me again, or I will bury you alive." With that, I left the hotel room. Fortunately, it wasn't far from the venue. Scarlett must have already left, and I would follow in another car.

The driver was waiting for me outside the hotel; one of the guards opened the door for me, and I got inside. The door was shut before the driver started the car.

The shrill sound of my phone broke the silence in the car. I yanked it out of my pocket and frowned to see an unknown number.

I pressed the green button and placed the phone against my ear.

“Asherly has gone missing, and if I can't find my daughter, I'm going to reduce this house to ashes with your whole family in it," Scarlett’s voice had no emotions. Before I could utter a word, the call was hung up.

I stroked my forehead, shaking my head with disbelief washing over me. Asherly was kidnapped. How is that even possible? I had guards surrounding the whole house, and the nanny I hired is one of my guards. She wouldn't have let anything happen to Asherly unless someone from the house had done this.

Fuck Miller!

She must have done this to get back at Scarlett after revealing her secret to the whole family.

I really hate being caught up in family affairs. I don't know any other way to solve my problems except for my gun, especially when someone tries to harm my family.

“Drive faster," I instructed the driver. If my child is harmed in all this nonsense, Mark will pay a heavy price for his wife's stupidity, that is if he is not involved.

In less than an hour, I arrived at the mansion. Getting out of the car, I rushed inside the house.

The scene that welcomed me was not what I expected. Scarlett was standing at the top of the stairs, grasping Martin's hand, her body hanging in the air, and Miller was sobbing hard, tears streaming down her face. The whole family stood down the stairs, worry etched on their faces. No one was even making an effort to search for my child.

“Scarlynn, please let go of my child, he will fall," Miller begged between her sobs.

“Scarlynn, if you harm my child, I'm going to kill you," Mark threatened.

“I'm giving you thirty seconds to tell me where my child is, or else I'm going to let her fall, and she will die. Trust me, I'm not joking with you," Scarlett’s voice had no emotions, her eyes blazing with fury. I could barely recognize this woman.

I guess she was right when she said she was the most unpredictable woman on this planet. I believe her now; she was crazy.

“Scarlynn, this is not how we deal with things. We should sit down and talk as a family," Grandma tried to convince her, but Scarlett wasn't ready to listen.

“Grandma, I really respect you a lot, but we are talking about my infant.” Scarlett shot back.” She is barely a month old and she is nowhere to be found. Do you want me to sit and talk while my child is missing?" Scarlett’s tone was stern and cold, with no emotions. I knew she was dead serious, and I'm not even going to stop her.

“Fine, I will tell you where your child is. Let go of my child first," Miller finally gave in, realizing how serious Scarlett was.

Scarlett let out a scoff. “Do you think I was born yesterday? Tell me where my child is first before I let your child go, and if you dare try to act smart, I will make sure you mourn your child tonight," Scarlett retorted.

“She is in the main kitchen freezer," Miller stammered. I balled my hand into a fist, rage now coursing within me. How dare she lock my child in the freezer? She will definitely pay for this.

Wasting no time, I rushed down the hallway, heading to the main kitchen freezer. Miller should pray to her Gods that nothing has happened to my child, or else there would be hell to pay.