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
Iris's face turned ashen as Derek Ashton emerged from the crowd, his towering figure commanding attention. Murmurs bounced back and forth like a tennis ball, growing louder and more urgent as Derek's purposeful strides devoured the distance between him and Autumn. Every eye in the room, including Iris's, was fixed on the unfolding scene. Derek's approach was met with a mixture of surprise and curiosity, but he seemed oblivious to the commotion he was causing. His gaze was fixed on Autumn, his eyes burning with an intensity that made her blush. He extends his hand to Autumn. With a shy smile, she offered him the back of her palm, and he took it with a gentle reverence, his lips brushing against her skin in a soft, tender kiss. Iris's attention snapped to Ivan, who was seething with anger. His hands were balled into fists, his eyes blazing with a fierce red glow. She instinctively reached out to comfort him, her hand closing around his in a soothing grasp. But Ivan was having none of
Autumn's hand reached up to Ivan's, her fingers desperately trying to pry his grasp loose. Her eyes slowly reddened as they welled up with tears, falling down her almost crimson face like a river of pain. As hard as it was, she tried to word a 'no' to Ivan, who seemed to have turned deaf to her pleas. But her voice was hoarse, barely audible, so she summoned all her strength and screamed, "No!" with all her might, trying to fight Ivan off her. Unexpectedly, a fist collided with Ivan's face, immediately separating him from Autumn. The force of the blow sent Ivan stumbling backward, releasing his grip on Autumn's neck. Her limbs went weak, her legs could barely hold her as she stumbled to the cold concrete of the floor. Although Ivan's hands were no longer clamping her neck, she still felt the imprints of his hand encircled round her neck. She let out multiple coughs, her lungs burning from the lack of oxygen. As Autumn struggled to catch her breath, her ears picked up the sound of he
Maverick's voice was laced with condescension as he began, "You know, Autumn, out of everyone in this household, you used to strike me as someone intelligent." He paused, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized her, his gaze lingering on her like a challenge. "But it seems you're starting to share the same brain cell as your husband," he said, his tone dripping with disappointment.Autumn felt a shiver run down her spine as Maverick's words hung in the air, his cigarette smoke curling around her like a noose. She tried to speak, but her voice caught in her throat."I gave you a chance, Autumn," Maverick continued, his voice rising in anger. "I took you under my wing, and this is how you repay me? By discarding everything I've done for you... for my brother?" His eyes blazed with indignation, his face reddening with rage.Autumn's heart raced as Maverick's anger intensified, his words pouring out like venom. "I throw a party for you, and all those people from D.O.N Corps leave with rumors
Autumn's head throbbed with a dull, aching sensation as her eyes slowly fluttered open. Her entire body, from the crown of her head to the soles of her feet, ached in unison, as if each muscle was protesting her awakening. A low, husky moan escaped her lips as her vision gradually transformed from a blurry haze to crystal clarity. Her gaze bounced around the room, drinking in the familiar comforts of her room.Her palms, fragile and trembling, grasped the softness of her mattress, struggling to anchor herself to steady. Her mouth felt parched, her dry throat itching to be scratched. She blinked again, wincing as the shock of the light finally assaulted her sight. With a rough, scratchy cough, she swiftly cleared her throat, and with a surge of energy, she swept her leg over the side of the bed, her foot thudding against the cool, wooden tile of the floor.As she stood up, Autumn took a long, hard look at herself, noticing she was changed into her favorite silk pajamas, a soft, pale bl
Ben's face reddened with indignation. "You have no respect? Is this the way to greet your father?" he thundered, his voice echoing through the room. Normally, Autumn would be trembling, her head bowed in submission, but today she stood tall, her gaze locked on her father's, unwavering and unafraid."Oh, my bad, father," Autumn said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I didn't realize you still acknowledged me as your daughter." Her words were a bold challenge to Ben's authority.Ben's jaw dropped, his face purpling with rage. "Have you lost your damn mind? Have you forgotten who brought you into this world?" he spat, his voice venomous.Autumn's smile was a thin, sugary coating on a razor-sharp retort. "It's you, of course, father, but I see no point in kissing your shoes if you hate me so much. Wouldn't I look like a fool if I kept up the habit?" Her voice was honey-sweet, but the words cut deep, a stark contrast to the timid, submissive daughter Ben was accustomed to.Iris, sensing