Chapter 8
Ashley was in the middle of a photoshoot, wearing a strappy top and tight skirt that showed off her curves–a fiery, sexy look totally different from her usual sweet–girl vibe.
Seeing Yasmine, Ashley froze. Her eyes shifted to Hayden. She stopped the shoot and walked over to them. “Yasmine. What a coincidence.”
Yasmine instinctively avoided the cameras. She glanced calmly at Ashley and nodded. “A small world, you know. We won’t disturb your work.” She turned to leave.
Ashley blocked their path with a bright smile. “Aren’t you gonna introduce your handsome friend?” Her eyes scanned Hayden’s designer clothes. He clearly had money. She was even more curious about who he was.
Hayden stepped protectively in front of Yasmine. “No need for introductions,” he said coldly. “You’re not worth knowing.” He guided Yasmine toward the exit without another word.
Ashley stood there, stunned. She was the hottest new starlet. Tycoons spent fortunes just to take her out. But Hayden called her worthless.
When Ashley saw Yasmine climb into a Maserati, jealousy hit her hard. She stomped her foot and knocked on the tinted window. “Yasmine, can we talk?”
Hayden didn’t roll down the window. He asked, “What do you think she wants from you?”
“She probably wants to know how I snagged you,” Yasmine said casually.
“Not worth explaining,” Hayden replied. He started the engine and hit the gas. “Being born lucky beats skill. We were wombmates.”
Ashley jumped back as the sports car suddenly took off. The strong gust of wind knocked her down. Her tender palms scraped against the ground, tearing the skin. The sharp pain brought tears to her eyes right away.
Still, she managed to snap a photo of the license plate before making a pitiful call. “Sebastian… I just saw Yasmine.”
Thirty minutes later, Sebastian showed up. He stretched out his hand, his tone cold. “Give me the photo.”
Ashley bit her lip, staring at him. She’d called him over ten times during her photoshoot that afternoon, but he’d blown her off every time with excuses. But he came right away after hearing Yasmine’s name.
“Sebastian, I’m hurt,” Ashley said, showing him her scraped palm, her eyes filling with tears.
Sebastian’s face stayed blank. “The photo.”
“Sebastian, must you be like this? After what happened that night-”
He cut her off coldly, “We both know what really happened. Drop it. Give me the photo.”
Ashley’s eyes welled up with tears. “Sebastian, don’t treat me like this. You promised my parents you’d take care of me.”
Sebastian stared at her intensely before taking out his phone and making a call. “Truman, I need all the surveillance footage from Riverside Pathway. Send them to me with half an hour.”
Ashley panicked. She hugged Sebastian tightly, crying. “I’ll give you what you want.”
He pushed her away, checked the license plate number on her phone, and then turned and left without looking back.
Ashley stood there, sniffling.
Ashley’s agent, Charlotte Grant, went to her side and asked, “Ashley, didn’t you say you and Sebastian were dating? Why did he leave?”
Ashley’s smile froze. “Couples fight sometimes. It’s normal.”
