Guilt washed over Ivan the moment his eyes registered the patient gown Iris wore. He should never had ignored her calls and because of him she was in this state once again. His eyes meets with her doctor Dexter, they were always simmered with intense hatred but he never understood why. If it wasn't for Autumn, Iris would not have been here and he wouldn't have grown accustomed to seeing the doctor's face. "Leave us." Ivan ordered. The silence that followed was loud and clear. Ben and Dexter sought to stay but Sydney being the peace make convinced the two to give the couple alone time. Ben looked at his daughter, he doesn't know how long she would hold on to Ivan and he felt bad for her. He felt his wife's warm pat, hovering over her back. "They'll be fine, let's respect their wishes." Sydney reassured her husband who just gave up but Dexter took a while before he was successfully evacuated. The two were finally alone, Ivan searched for Iris face but she avoided his gaze. He walke
As Ivan relished Iris in bed, Autumn had witnessed her husband's love for Iris, the second time. She hated it but tears swarmed her eyes and clouded her vision. It was always Iris and never her. Her own parents even chose Iris without no second thinking, there was never a time she was the first choice. When was she finally going to be someone's first choice? She wiped her entire face, smearing the little makeup she had done. A handkerchief hang in the air, hovering across her face. Her eyes trail to the person pushing it towards her. A chill went down her spine, she has never confronted him since her previous life and she never thought she would see him so quickly. Memories of how he claimed her child was stillborn flooded there thoughts. He must have had a hand in killing her because of his affair with Iris. That meant he killed her unborn baby too. The thing that disgusted her the most was her father's younger step brother was having an affair with his niece, it made h
Derek Ashton didn't want anything to do with Autumn, he just said that he did because he wanted to piss off his nephew. For a long time He saw her as nothing but his nephew's puppet. She did what was told and never went against her husband disrespect. Everyone dragged her name to the mud any chance they got. Although he despises his nephew and the rest of his family, he could not help but feel bad for her. She was a mirror of his own past, no matter how much he tried to rid of such thoughts he could not extend the hate he had for his family to her.A smile spread on his lips as he watched Ivan hold on to Autumn tightly, Autumn looked visibly confused as Derek chuckles lightly."My apologies Ivan, I'm not trying to take your wife away from you." Derek paused glancing quickly at Autumn who's lips were a bit parted. He immediately averts his gaze back to his nephew. "But if you're this scared to lose your wife, maybe you should start focusing on her, she might just catch someone else's
Before anyone could react Autumn immediately takes her leave to the nearest exit. She didn't take note of Derek trailing behind her. When she was finally outside, she shortly glanced at Derek."Are you serious about divorcing Ivan?" Derek asked as Autumn nods."I am, but unfortunately I can't. My father in law would rather die than let us split. But in the meantime Ivan suggests we open our marriage so he can legally sleep with my sister as he wishes." Autumn mutters as if she was to cry but she couldn't, she didn't see the need to cry anymore for something so vain."An open marriage?" Derek echoes scratching below his chin."You think I'm pathetic don't you?" Autumn asked Derek who shakes his head."Of course not." He paused. "Will you be taking a lover for yourself then?" Derek asked which made Autumn a bit stunned."My husband refuses that I take one for myself, he believes I should perform my duties as a perfect wife. I can only endure such tribulations until the perfect time com
Autumn smeared her red lipstick to even on her lips. She made a bit of a touch up and dropped the lipstick on the wooden frame of the cabinet.Memories of how Ivan had slapped her a few days ago crossed her mind.She finally phoned Derek who was all well too excited to answer her calls like he'd been waiting for her. He didn't even give her time to say hello, he just called her name and all she could do was stutter a yes.He didn't want to talk to her on the phone and promised they would eventually meet in person and talk.Autumn hoped she won't be seeing him tonight. D.O.N corps was hosting a party for the employees and her husband had informed her to look pretty tonight. In his words he didn't want her to look as if he doesn't take care of her.He had already prepared her dress and jewelry beforehand and had it delivered to her at home since he was being held at work.Autumn took her time getting ready with the help of the maids in the house hold. Ever since Autumn was reborn she's
The car ride between Autumn and Derek was silent. Autumn bit her lips thinking hard on how to start a conversation with him. Maybe a little thank you for the dress would suffice but anytime she tried to open her mouth it was as if she was unable to vocalize her thoughts into words.Derek had noticed, he thought she must have been nervous and smirk to himself at her diffident demeanor.Autumn's phone rang, interrupting the tense atmosphere. She pulled out her phone to see Iris's name. It was odd; she never would have expected a call from Iris in a million years. It would have been more plausible if Ivan had called her. She watched the phone ring, her brows furrowed in confusion, as her pulse rose in fear, until the call finally went to voicemail.Derek's eyes narrowed slightly as he noticed Autumn's demeanor shift. "Your husband?" he asked, his voice low and curious. Autumn's gaze drifted back to him, her eyes clouding over as she shook her head. "It's my sister, Iris," she said, her
Autumn turned to face him, her eyes narrowing as she finally asked the question that had been lingering in her mind. "Why exactly are you doing this, Derek? What do you want in return for your help?" Her voice was laced with a hint of skepticism, as if she already knew the answer.Derek's expression turned calculating, his eyes glinting with a hint of ruthlessness. "When my ex-wife divorced me, she took 35% of my company away from me," he said, his voice dripping with resentment. "Ivan never signed a prenup, so if you're smart about it, you can take everything." The implication hung in the air like a challenge, and Autumn's eyes widened as she finally understood Derek's true motives.Of course, an Ashton wouldn't help her out of the goodness of their heart. They were notorious for their cunning and ruthlessness in business. "And I give you everything after," Autumn stated, her voice flat, as if she was merely acknowledging a fact.Derek nodded, his smile a thin, calculating line. "We
Autumn's hands shot out, pushing Dexter away from her, as she turned to face Iris. Her gaze lingered on the exquisite white gown, its delicate lace and intricate embroidery gleaming in the light. The dress, passed down from her grandmother before she died, was a treasured family heirloom, meant to be worn by Autumn on her wedding day and someday passed down to her own daughter. But now, it was draped on Iris's slender frame, its beauty diminished by the woman's tacky taste. Autumn's eyes narrowed, her rage simmering just below the surface. For Iris to have access to this gown, Ivan must have taken her to Autumn's own bedroom, rummaged through her closet, and offered her the dress like a twisted gift. The thought made Autumn's blood boil. "Who gave you that dress?" Autumn demanded, her voice low and even, her hands pointing accusingly at Iris. Iris feigned innocence, her eyes widening in mock confusion. "This dress?" she cooed, her high-pitched voice grating on Autumn's nerves like
Ivan's hand quaked under the butt of the gun. His eyes reddened, simmering in a heat of hatred. He didn’t know what he hated more—his stupid uncle or the way every single person looked up to him in admiration. He hated it to the fucking core, the same admiration his uncle had gotten when he publicly disowned him and his brothers. He lowered his gaze, and the sight of her pissed him off even more. It wasn’t bad enough that she was the main reason his father tortured him day and night, but she just had to fuck the one person he hated most. "Is this who you left me for? My uncle? After everything I did for you!" Ivan raised his voice, his index finger laced around the trigger. He turned his attention back to his uncle. "And you," he seethed. "What do you think you’re going to gain? Do you really think everyone believes you’re some fucking hero just because you put on some shitty chivalry? You’re a fucking asshole." Ivan spat the words, but Derek didn’t flinch one bit. His eyes lock
Ivan could no longer maintain his composure as he slammed the documents onto the table, his glare drilling into the now-nervous executives. The tension in the room was thick. Just before they could finalize the deal, news broke that Derek and Autumn were on their way to oversee the negotiations. The news spread like wildfire, leaving the company’s employees buzzing with indistinct chatter.Ivan’s eyes darted toward Judas, then to his phone. Twenty-five minutes was left. Judas, however, was seething beneath his calm exterior. Ivan’s outburst had shattered their carefully constructed facade, making them appear inexperienced and unfit to lead the company. Worse still, Derek’s insistence that no meeting should proceed without him complicated matters further. Winning over the executives now would be a fucking uphill battle. If Judas had foreseen his uncle meddling with his plans, he might have considered a more drastic solution, he should have killed him from the beginning."Ivan," Judas
Autumn held her stomach, exhaling a puff of warm air as her stylist tightened the corset further. She had been feeling self-conscious about her figure, and when the stylist suggested a corset, it seemed like a good idea. Now, as the laces pulled taut, she wished she could breathe with ease. After what felt like an eternity, the stylist helped her into a red midi dress—a tailored, structured piece with a V-neckline and a wrap-style bodice. The fabric hugged her frame, cinched at the waist with a matching belt that enhanced her silhouette. Autumn gulped, a forced smile tugging at her lips. "Is the belt really necessary?" she asked with a nervous chuckle. The stylist simply nodded, patting her gently on the back as she adjusted the final touches on the belt. A mirror had been brought over, nestled close to the table near the hospital bed, reflecting Autumn’s image back at her. Her hands fiddled awkwardly as she stared at the woman in the mirror. For a moment, she could barely recogn
The line went dead, and the silence that followed was almost suffocating. Autumn’s hand trembled, her face twisting into a worried pout. She glanced at Evette, then at Derek. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, her voice quivering as she turned to Derek. “They’re going to take everything,” Autumn hissed, her voice rising in panic. “And it’s all my fault.” Before her knees could buckle, Derek caught her mid-fall, pulling her gently back up and guiding her onto the bed. “It’s okay,” he whispered, his voice steady as he wiped the tears streaming down her face. Autumn shook her head bitterly. “It’s not okay. I didn’t think this through. I left the company practically in Judas’s grasp. I was so scared of Iris that I forced Evette to watch over me instead of keeping an eye on him. I handed the company to your nephews on a silver platter,” she sobbed, her voice fragile and broken, like splintered glass. “I let you down.” A pout formed on her lips as Derek continued to dry her tears, liste
Autumn could not decipher if this was a dream. Derek remembers her well not so clearly but he somehow remembers the love he has for her.Derek pulled Autumn close patting the back of her head as she broke down, sobbing into him. The more she cried, the more he felt pathetic for making her this miserable.They both pulled away from the hug, Derek plants a kiss on Autumn's forehead, slowly he kisses her nose. He presses his lips on both her cheek. He pulls away once more, his eyes glued to her lips. Autumn's cheeks spread a warm color across her cheek bones, her eyes plummeting down to her thighs.Derek slowly inched towards her, his heart racing. Autumn shuts her eyes as Derek came closer, his lips brushing against hers."Derek?" Evette screamed in shock as Derek stepped aside to reveal Autumn who's face was redder than a tomato.Autumn immediately saw that Lucas wasn't with her and began to panic."Where is Lucas?" Autumn asked.Evette walked closer to her pulling out her phone."Lu
Derek could feel the world closing on him. It was ridiculous he was looking for someone and didn't even know how they looked like.But he felt if he just saw this person, things would feel better, the pounding headache he was feeling every second would simmer.He dragged his feed forcibly across the cold tile of the hospital. The walls around him began to spin and immediately he figured out if he should just give up."Derek!!!" Derek paused. That had to be his name, the nurse called him Mr Derek earlier. He couldn't force his body to turn, so he just stood there. The sound of footsteps coming closer could be heard till the figure appeared before him.His eyes widened open to get a closer look of the woman."You're awake." Relief was laced in her tone, her eyes wet in tears. Derek slowly extend both his hands, they cupped her face as he pushed his face closer to hers to get a closer look."Autumn?" He asked as the woman shook her head. Derek immediately saw the validity in her gaze an
Ivan rose from his cell, his gaze locking with the wardens as they escorted him out. News had spread like wildfire: Iris and her father were dead in what was being labeled a double suicide. Ivan felt no sorrow, no grief—only disappointment. Iris had taken the easy way out, leaving him alone to bear the weight of their ruined legacy. The wardens led him to the visitation room. A faint smirk tugged at his lips. The only person who would bother to see him was Autumn—it was obvious to him that she was still obsessed with him. But to his surprise, the person waiting for him wasn’t Autumn. It was his brother. Ivan’s face immediately fell into a scowl, his disappointment unmistakable. The look was so clear that even someone miles away could have caught it. He sat down across from Judas, his fury bubbling just beneath the surface. Ivan had never forgiven his brother for betraying him and their father, all to grovel at Autumn’s feet. “What are you doing here?” Ivan snapped, his eyes narro
Derek slowly opened his eyes. The scene before him felt eerily familiar, yet he couldn’t place where he was. Everything around him was white—the bed, the sheets, the pillows, the walls, even the clothes he wore. “Did I die?” he murmured, a wave of nausea washing over him. His face turned ashen, and he was certain it was the only color breaking the monotony of white. Then, his ears caught a faint sound, muffled at first. Children. Were they crying? No, they were laughing. His gaze shifted toward the white door, curiosity tugging at him, urging him to investigate. “Don’t open that door.” Derek froze at a woman’s command, for some reason he did not get a weird surge of panic that a woman was in his room. He slowly turned, his eyes basking at a woman in white, she looked familiar, her skin was as pale as a ghost, her hair shiny and long. She wore a red lipstick that only seemed to be the only interesting contrast on her face.“Stay with me Derek, don’t leave me for her.” The woman warn
Autumn’s eyes remained fixed on the screen, watching the footage of Ivan and Iris’s arrest. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as a wave of relief washed over her—both of them were finally caught, and the rumors tarnishing her name were beginning to fade. The headlines dominating the tabloids were a whirlwind: Elliot’s death, Ivan and Iris’s arrest, and speculation about the whereabouts of the real Charlie Fraser. At last, people were starting to accept the truth about Iris’s plastic surgery, thanks to the damning recording. Turning off the TV, Autumn shifted her focus to her son. She gazed down at him with a soft smile, the corners of her lips curving with a mix of affection and protectiveness.“No one is going to hurt you now, Lucas. Mommy will make sure of that,” Autumn whispered softly to the little one cradled in her arms. If it were possible, she would have held him even tighter, her fear of losing him looming over her like a shadow. She refused to let the nurses take him back to t