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
All eyes were drawn to Iris, her striking thin figure, as she emerged elegantly. Her outfit, a vibrant pink designer ensemble, consisted of a fitted top, a flowing skirt, and a tailored jacket, perfectly complementing her poise. A matching pink purse hung gracefully from her shoulder, while her black heels clicked confidently with each step.As she entered the elevator, her gaze swept across the buttons before selecting her desired floor. Out of habit, she retrieved a compact mirror from her purse and quickly touched up her already-flawless makeup. With a satisfied smile, she returned the mirror to her purse.The elevator doors slid open, and Iris stepped out, her heels echoing in the corridor. She navigated the apartment complex with ease, producing a key pass from her purse and swiping it through the lock. The door swung open, and she entered, her senses immediately assaulted by the overpowering stench of alcohol.Iris stormed in the room, slamming the door behind her, determined to
Ivan's gaze remained transfixed on his phone, his eyes scanning the screen with a mix of emotions. As his driver navigated the roads, whisking him away from the hospital, Ivan's mind wandered to Autumn. Normally, she would be the first to rush to his side, showering him with concern and affection, but this time, an unsettling silence greeted him. No gentle texts, no soothing words, just an eerie quietness.A hint of a smile crept onto Ivan's face as he pondered the situation. Perhaps Autumn felt guilty, her conscience was probably gnawing at her, fearing even a simple message might shatter the fragile peace between them. The thought brought Ivan a sense of satisfaction, a strange comfort in knowing he wasn't the only one affected.But as the minutes ticked by, Ivan's thoughts took a curious turn. Autumn's behavior was odd to say the least, a departure from her usual clinginess. She would often lavish him with attention, her texts and calls a constant reminder of her insignificant pres
Autumn's warm breath lingered in the air as she let out a slow, languid yawn, her lips parting softly. Her eyes, heavy with the weight of fatigue, shimmered with unshed tears. She quickly wiped them with the back of her hand, smudging her vision momentarily. As her gaze cleared, it settled on the butler who had silently guided her through the labyrinth of Derek's mansion. He approached her now, carrying a silver tray adorned with a bottle of Grand Marnier and a single glass. A smile touched her lips—small but genuine. After what felt like an eternity confined within Ivan's bedroom, she was desperate for a drink.The butler set the tray down on the nearby table with a quiet precision. Just as Autumn reached for the glass, a sharp sting shot through her hand as the butler slapped it away. Startled, she jerked back, her eyes snapping up to meet his. An awkward laugh escaped her lips, and she looked at him with a mix of surprise and confusion, her fingers lingering where his had made cont
Derek's eyes locked onto Autumn as her cheeks flushed a deep red, a color that spread down her neck, making his pulse quicken. He couldn't fully grasp why he had said such words to her.The memory of that night together, a night he repeatedly told himself was a mistake, still lingered in the corners of his mind. But if he was honest with himself, there was something deeper, a greed that gnawed at him, a longing he couldn't fully deny.Autumn's eyes fluttered shut, and her lips, slightly parted, seemed more tempting than ever, drawing him in, messing with his thoughts. Derek's breath hitched as he realized how close he had gotten to her. The tension coiled tighter within him, the room suddenly feeling too warm. He pulled back, a burning sensation rising in his throat, making him tug at his loose collar as if the very air had become too thin."I apologize, Autumn," Derek's voice was strained, his hand moving to massage the back of his neck in an attempt to ease the tension. "I don't kn
Autumn’s face hardened as she met Ivan's gaze, her voice steady despite the tremor in her chest. "Maybe they won't think of me as anything spineless. They already drag my name through the mud, saying I can't contain you at home. What's there to talk about? We have an open marriage, for God's sake." Autumn said as Ivan's gaze looked like it could send Autumn six feet under.Before Ivan could respond, Iris wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing herself against his back in a gesture meant to calm him. "That's no way to talk to your husband, Autumn. Ivan is trying to protect you, and here you are being ungrateful," Iris chimed in, her voice a sickly sweet mixture of concern and condescension.Autumn’s eyes snapped to Iris, a sharp edge in her gaze. "Oh, please. If Ivan gave two shits about me, he would never have continued an affair with you. Don't come at me when you're having an affair with Dexter." The accusation hung in the air like a bomb ready to explode.Iris’s eyes wi
Autumn felt her world collapse in slow motion as Iris pushed her. The last thing she saw was the shock etched on Iris’s face before Ivan suddenly appeared beside her, standing frozen in disbelief. The moment stretched endlessly, but then gravity took over, and Autumn’s head plummeted towards the unforgiving concrete floor below. The impact was jarring, and she lay flat on her back, her vision beginning to blur. The once-clear world around her dissolved into a chaotic swirl of colors and sounds, the sharp edges of reality softening into a haze. A scream tore through the air—raw and filled with terror—as some of Derek’s men rushed onto the scene, their faces twisted in horror at the sight before them.Autumn’s heart sank to the pit of her stomach. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she desperately tried to focus, her pupils dilating wildly as she fought against the encroaching darkness. She blinked rapidly, praying it was all just a trick of her mind, that her vision wasn’t truly failin
"You fell, hit your head, and you’ve been in a coma for about three days. I have no idea why you can’t speak, though." Iris’s voice dripped with false concern as she walked over to a desk, calmly pouring water into a glass. She handed it to Autumn with a patronizing smile. "You must be thirsty, here..."Without hesitation, Autumn slapped the glass from Iris’s hand, sending it crashing to the floor where it shattered into countless pieces. The water splattered across the tiles, the sound sharp in the sterile silence of the hospital room.Iris looked down at the broken glass, then back at Autumn, her expression shifting from surprise to fury. "Watch it, you whore," Iris hissed, her voice low and venomous. "You can’t talk, so I can put you in a hell of a lot of trouble."Autumn’s gaze snapped to the door as Dexter walked in, her heart sinking at the sight of the two devils now sharing the room with her. "Dexter..." Iris pouted, running to him with exaggerated distress. Dexter caught he
Autumn froze at Derek's question. Her mind raced for an answer, but nothing coherent came to her. "We should take this inside, Autumn," Ethan suggested gently, watching the tension in her posture. Autumn shook her head, her resolve hardening. "No. Derek needs to hear this," she muttered with quiet determination, glancing at Derek, whose concerned gaze lingered on her. His expression wavered, confused and uneasy. "If I tell you the truth, Derek," Autumn began hesitantly, her voice low but steady, "you might hate me. Or worse, you'll think I'm crazy." Derek stepped closer, his brow furrowed deeply. "Will the truth make me hate you?" Autumn hesitated, uncertainty flickering in her eyes before her expression turned cold. "That depends on you," she replied flatly. Derek took a steadying breath, the weight of her words settling uncomfortably in his chest. "So... who’s back?" "Charlie Fraser," she answered bluntly. Derek blinked, his brows knitting together. "The Charlie Fras
Derek took the manual from Autumn, carefully examining the safety latch instructions. Without hesitation, he began rolling up his sleeves. Then, in one smooth motion, he folded his shirt and placed it neatly on a nearby chair. Autumn coughed awkwardly, her gaze darting to the far end of the room. Heat crept up her neck as she felt her face flush. She quickly backed away, giving him space. “I’m going to make lunch,” she mumbled, fleeing before Derek could reply. As she entered the kitchen, her heart pounded in her chest. She leaned on the counter, trying to calm herself. “He’s just here to help with the crib. Get a hold of yourself, Autumn,” she muttered under her breath. Determined to distract herself, she busied herself preparing lunch. Soon, the kitchen filled with the warm aroma of broth. Humming softly, Autumn ladled the soup into two bowls, placing them on a tray. A small frown crossed her face as she glanced at the portions. Will this be enough? she wondered, recalli
D.O.N Corps felt as if Derek had never left. Although his memories were gone, Derek returned as the ruthless CEO everyone knew and feared. The moment his presence graced the scene, indistinct chatter echoed through the halls like ripples in water. On his first day back, he wasted no time, calling back-to-back board meetings. Yet, to his surprise, the company wasn’t in disarray. Every issue he planned to address had already been resolved—Autumn had taken care of it all. For once, there was little for him to do. This unusual reprieve left the employees of D.O.N Corps grateful to Autumn, despite the grueling meetings she had subjected them to in his absence. As they filed out of the latest board meeting, whispers of appreciation filled the air. Evette, however, hurried to her office, keen to avoid Derek’s scrutiny. “Miss Evette,” Derek’s voice cut through the chatter. His stride, usually commanding, carried a hint of hesitation. Evette froze, her bag half-slung over her shoulder.
Cameras flashed from every corner as Iris dropped to her knees, the sound of the clicking shutters filling the air like a swarm of locusts. She wore a sleek black gown that clung to her curves. A black fascinator perched on her head, its delicate veil casting a shadow across her tear-streaked face, partly obscuring her features but not her pain.The moment she arrived at the police station, the paparazzi had swarmed her, hurling questions like stones about Elliot's arrest. Iris forced her chest to rise and fall dramatically, her breathing labored as her mascara streaked down her cheeks in inky trails. Her trembling hands clutched at the folds of her dress, the fabric twisting under her grip as she knelt on the cold pavement. To any passerby, she looked like a woman shattered by grief, you could as well liken her to a victim.But inside, Iris felt none of that. She felt alive.For once, the people of Havenport were paying attention—not to her, exactly, but to Charlie. And that was cl
Instead, he turned to Autumn, his features softening slightly. "Are you okay?" he asked gently, concern evident in his voice. Autumn barely acknowledged him, giving a small nod before turning to walk away. But Derek wasn’t done. He grabbed her hand, halting her in her tracks. Behind them, Ben was still ranting, his voice shrill like a barking dog. Derek turned, his glare silencing the man instantly. With a sharp order, he instructed the security to remove Ben. "I’ll handle her," Derek said calmly. The guards nodded, dragging a still-sputtering Ben away. With the commotion gone, Derek turned his attention back to Autumn. His hand still gripped hers as he leered closer, his other hand landing firmly on her shoulder. "Is that the father of the child?" Derek asked, his voice low but laced with an accusatory edge. "Why would you let that old prick knock you up? Were you driven by his wealth and decided to sleep with him?" Autumn’s head snapped toward him, her eyes narrowin
"It's just stress. Your baby is still kicking and healthy," the doctor informed Autumn, and the pent-up stress she had been feeling slightly eased. It had been three days since she discovered Iris was still alive and had gotten plastic surgery to look exactly like Charlie. Because of this, Autumn had a growing fear—more of a crisis—that any single person she encountered could be Iris. Even though Iris hadn't caught on that she was aware, Autumn was clearly still in danger, given Iris's alliance with Elliot. "Is it possible for me to travel a month from now?" Autumn asked as the doctor glared at her, judgment in her eyes. "No, you're in your third trimester. Any moment now, you could go into labor," the doctor said, concern written all over her face. "It's urgent. Can't you just write me a doctor's note and pardon me?" Autumn's tone was desperate. "So I can have my license revoked? I think not. You can't even travel until a month or two after giving birth," the doctor said, st
"You've been busy." Elliot's frame leaned against the white tile of the hospital's restroom. Iris was busy fixing her make up, dabbing a pint of gloss across her lips as she pouts her lips. She shrugged satisfied with the glossiness of her plump lips, she had to give it to Charlie for at least being so pretty. She didn't understand why Charlie didn't just seduce Derek from the beginning she was beautiful and now Iris had her face.She turned to Elliot who she finally noticed taking a space in the room."This is the lady's restroom." Iris smudge her index finger across her lips as she tried to set down the rest of her gloss."What are you doing?" Elliot asked, leaned back even more relaxed even though he was more stressed than ever."I'm fixing my make up? What does it look like I'm doing?" Iris said as Elliot groaned, his palm retreats to his face in frustration."You know what I'm talking about Iris. What business do you have with Derek Ashton? Are you reconsidering our alliance?" El
"It's best you don't tell Derek the baby belongs to him." Iris said as Autumn rose from her seat. It's been two weeks since she came disguised as Charlie and Autumn was sick of it. She was now eight months pregnant and was nearing delivery while her supposed babydaddy was coddling up to the two faced bitch that stood before her.Iris uttered the suggestion in the cafeteria and Autumn stood up with her protruding tummy sticking out like a sore thumb. Everyone in the cafeteria, mostly nurses feared she might give birth right at that moment. Autumn sucked in her breath wary of the eyes that summerged her. "And what should I do with his child? Hide it's existence from the father?" Autumn gloated reaching for her paper cup."Abort it." Autumn paused gripping tightly to her cup at the utter mention of abortion. "Excuse me?" Autumn questioned looking avertly at Iris smug face.She was due to delivery and Charlie had the guts to recommend an abortion?"You did it with your first child with
"He has amnesia," the doctor said to Autumn, her voice calm but heavy with implication. Autumn bit her lip, her eyes filling with tears until they spilled over, streaming down her cheeks. Evette, who stood beside her, immediately pulled a napkin from her bag and handed it to her friend. Evette couldn't hide her surprise. This was the first time she had ever seen Autumn break down. At work, Autumn was known for her ruthlessness and unyielding demeanor. The sight of her crying now made Evette's chest ache. She must really love Derek, she thought. "How long will this last?" Autumn asked, her voice now firm as she quickly wiped her face. The moment of vulnerability was gone, replaced by her usual composed, no-nonsense expression. The doctor sighed softly. "It could last weeks, months, maybe even years. It depends on his recovery process, Autumn," she explained in a measured, comforting tone. But to Autumn, the words were anything but comforting. Autumn’s brow furrowed in frustration.