Billionaire ex wife

Chapter 8

The plan was set, and the stakes were high. Samantha and Ashley arrived at the charity gala, looking stunning together. Samantha wore a floor-length red ghee, her hair styled perfectly, and Ashley looked dashing in his tuxedo.

As they entered the venue, Samantha's eyes scanned the room, searching for Rachel. She spotted her across the room, surrounded by a group of admirers, looking like a supermodel in her designer ghee.

Ashley followed her gaze and smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Ready to take on the night?" he asked, his voice low.

Samantha nodded, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Born ready."

As they mingled, Samantha couldn't help but notice the way Rachel's eyes kept drifting towards Ashley. She was used to getting what she wanted, and it seemed she wasn't about to give up on Ashley yet.

But Samantha was determined to show Rachel that she wasn't going down without a fight. She leaned into Ashley, her voice low, "Let's give her a show."

Ashley's eyes sparkled with amusement as he pulled her close, his lips brushing against her ear. "With pleasure, gorgeous."

The music was playing, the champagne was flowing, and the tension between Samantha and Rachel was palpable. It was a night that would be remembered for a long time, and Samantha was ready to make her move.

As they danced, Ashley spun her around, his eyes locked on hers. "You look stunning tonight," he whispered.

Samantha smiled, feeling like the luckiest girl in the room. "Thanks, handsome. You're not so bad yourself."

Just then, Rachel appeared at their side, a fake smile plastered on her face. "Ashley, darling. I see you're enjoying yourself."

Ashley's expression remained neutral, but Samantha could feel the tension in his body. "Rachel," he said, his voice cool. "I think you met Samantha earlier."

Rachel's eyes flashed with annoyance, but she maintained her smile. "Of course. Samantha, you're looking... lovely."

Samantha smiled sweetly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Thanks, Rachel. You look like you're... trying."

The air was electric, and the battle for Ashley's attention was on. Who would come out on top?Samantha and Ashley are at the gala, and Rachel's been acting suspicious

As they dance, Samantha starts to feel a bit... off. She can't quite put her finger on it, but she's feeling dizzy and disoriented.

"Ashley," she whispers, her voice slurring slightly. "I don't feel so good."

Ashley's expression changes, concern etched on his face. "Samantha, what's wrong?"

Samantha tries to respond, but her words are coming out garbled. She feels like she's losing control.

Ashley quickly leads her out of the crowded dance floor, trying to get her to a quieter area. As they exit, Samantha sees Rachel watching them, a sly smile on her face.

And then, everything goes black.

Samantha's eyes flickered open, and she was met with a blinding light. She groaned, trying to shield her eyes, but a wave of nausea washed over her, and she felt herself falling back into darkness.

When she woke up again, she was in a hospital bed, Ashley sitting beside her, his face etched with worry.

"Samantha, thank God," he whispered, his voice shaking. "I was so scared."

Samantha tried to speak, but her throat was dry and sore. Ashley quickly handed her a glass of water, and she took a sip, trying to process what was happening.

"What... what happened?" she croaked.

Ashley's expression darkened. "You were drugged, Samantha. The doctors said it was likely Rohypnol. Rachel's been arrested."

Samantha's eyes widened as the memories came flooding back. The gala, the dancing, feeling off... it all came rushing back.

Ashley's eyes locked onto hers, his expression intense. "I'm so sorry, Samantha. I should have protected you."

Samantha shook her head, trying to process everything. "It's not your fault, Ashley. We need to focus on getting me better."

But as she looked into Ashley's eyes, she knew that this was far from over. Rachel was out there, and she was determined to take them down.

The hospital room door opened, and a police officer walked in, notebook in hand. "Samantha, I'm Detective James. Can you tell me what happened?"

Samantha took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts. She was ready to tell her story, and she was ready to fight back.

Detective James listened intently as Samantha recounted the events of the gala, from the moment she felt off to waking up in the hospital. Ashley held her hand, his expression a mix of concern and anger.

As Samantha finished her statement, the detective nodded, making a note in her book. "We'll need to take a sample of your drink, see if we can find any evidence of the Rohypnol."

Ashley stood up, his eyes flashing with anger. "You're sure it was Rachel? You're going to make sure she pays for this?"

Detective James nodded. "We have security footage of Rachel tampering with Samantha's drink at the bar. We're working on getting a warrant to search her place, see if we can find any evidence linking her to the crime."

Samantha felt a sense of relief, but also a twinge of fear. Rachel was in serious trouble, and she wasn't sure what she was capable of.

The detective turned to Samantha. "We'll need you to stay safe, Ms. Okoro. We'll have a patrol car outside your door, and you'll need to be careful who you let into your space."

Ashley nodded, his expression firm. "I'll take care of her."

As the detective left, Samantha looked up at Ashley, her eyes searching. "What if she comes after us again?"

Ashley's expression was resolute. "We'll be ready for her, Samantha. We'll fight back, together."

Just then, Olivia burst into the room, her eyes wild with worry. "Sis! I heard what happened. Are you okay?"

Samantha smiled, feeling a surge of love for her sister. "I'll be fine, Liv. Thanks to Ashley."

Olivia's expression darkened. "That Rachel is crazy. I'm going to-"

Ashley interrupted her, his voice calm. "We'll handle it, Olivia. Let's focus on getting Samantha safe and sound."

The room fell silent, the tension palpable. What would happen next?

The hospital room was filled with a sense of determination and concern. Olivia sat beside Samantha, holding her hand, while Ashley stood guard, his eyes fixed on the door.

As the news sank in, Samantha's phone buzzed, breaking the silence. She glanced at the screen, and her eyes widened.

"It's Rachel," she whispered, her voice shaking.

Ashley's expression darkened, his eyes flashing with anger. "What does she want?"

Samantha hesitated, then answered the phone, putting it on speaker.

Rachel's voice came through, sweet and innocent. "Samantha, darling. I hope you're feeling better. I was worried about you."

Samantha's grip on the phone tightened, her anger boiling over. "You drugged me, Rachel. You're going to pay for what you did."

Rachel laughed, the sound sending shivers down Samantha's spine. "Oh, Samantha. You don't understand. I'm just getting started. You think you can take Ashley from me? Think again."

Ashley's expression was cold, his eyes narrowed. "Rachel, leave us alone. You're not going to win this."

Rachel's voice dropped to a whisper. "I'm not going to win? You're the one who's going to lose, Ashley. You'll see. You'll pay for choosing her over me."

The phone went dead, and the room fell silent. Samantha's heart was racing, her mind reeling with fear and anger.

Olivia stood up, her eyes bl flashing with determination. "That's it. We're going to take her down, sis. We're going to make sure she never hurts you again."

Ashley's expression was resolute. "We'll do it, together. We'll fight her, and we'll win."

But as they talked, Samantha couldn't shake the feeling that Rachel was just getting started, and that they were in for a long, hard battle.

The door to the hospital room burst open, and a nurse rushed in, a look of concern on her face. "Samantha, we need to get you out of here, now. Rachel's on her way up, and she's not alone."

The room erupted into chaos, with Olivia and Ashley springing into action. What would happen next?