Asher's POV.

Asher stood in all his naked glory as he watched more drop of tears slipped down her cheek and for a split second, he almost felt sorry for her but that was before he suddenly remembered who she fucking was.

She is Elizabeth Lincoln. 

Daughter of the same man who took every single damn thing that meant the world from him and more so, he did without hesitation. She is lucky he hasn't thought about curving out a name from her heart yet. If he hasn't done it up till that moment, then it's not because he couldn't. 

In fact, he just realized there is something more pleasing...