"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
"What the hell are you doing?" Derek’s voice sliced through the tension in the room like a knife, causing both Dexter and Autumn to drift their focus towards him. He stood in the doorway, his tall frame rigid with barely contained fury. Dexter’s manic expression shifted abruptly into a cold, impassive mask. His eyes flicked to Autumn, and the silent warning in his gaze was unmistakable, urging her to play along.But Autumn’s gaze didn’t waver. Her eyes locked onto Dexter’s, defiant and unyielding, silently telling him she wasn’t going to cooperate.Dexter chuckled, the sound dark and mirthless. He reached out, tilting Autumn’s chin with the back of his hand, his touch lingering in a mockery of tenderness. “I was just giving her a check-up,” he said, his voice smooth, though he could feel the slight tremor in his hands. He dropped his grip and took a step back, adjusting his belt surreptitiously, hoping it wouldn’t betray him by letting his pants slip.Derek’s expression hardened. “T
Derek's eyes scanned the sterile hospital hallway, the faint scent of antiseptic lingering in the air as he made his way towards Autumn's room. The permit in his pocket was still warm, and the memory of his recent work call buzzed faintly in the back of his mind. He clutched a small bouquet of flowers—a vibrant hibiscus—its petals soft under his fingers, intending to offer it to her as a small gesture. His mind wandered to the last time he visited. He had managed to get Autumn her phone, the only thing that kept them connected when his work pulled him away. But he could still hear Charlie's playful jab, teasing him about always showing up empty-handed. The words hadn’t stung, but then, he felt a twinge of guilt. He could not forget Autumn's almond-shaped eyes, wide and bright despite her condition, catching his gaze like a beacon. In that instant, he wished he could fill the room with flowers, a sea of color that might make her smile just a little brighter. Derek hadn't known what fl
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It was a miserable sight. Ivan rushed to Iris’s side, dismissing Derek's perspective entirely. His nephew’s eyes burned with contempt, a silent challenge simmering in the air as if Ivan needed to reassert his dominance. Derek remained unfazed, his expression cold and detached. Without a word, he turned to leave, his intention clear—he would head to Autumn’s ward.But Ivan moved swiftly, stepping into Derek’s path, blocking his way. The tension between them crackled like a live wire."You've been spending way too much time with my wife, don't you think?" Ivan’s voice was low, laced with a dangerous edge. Derek’s gaze flickered to Iris, who lay feigning sleep, her breathing uneven and unconvincing."Isn't that better?" Derek’s voice, deep and smooth, carried a hint of mockery. He tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing. "You can have your mistress, and your wife doesn’t have to worry about your affair. Everyone’s happy, aren’t they?" Ivan's grip on Iris tightened involuntarily, his kn
The mortified look on Iris's face was unmistakable. She froze in her spot, her expression blank and stiff, but her eyes betrayed a storm of emotions. Her face contorted into a trembling mask of disbelief, her lips quivered as if struggling to form words, and her tongue felt heavy, locked within her mouth, unable to utter a single syllable. In that moment, if it wasn't already known, one could have mistaken Iris for the mute one, not Autumn.A nervous, almost humorless scoff escaped Iris's lips, a hollow sound that carried no mirth. Her gaze, sharp and frantic, was fixed on Ivan. "T-That's not the entire thing. S-She's lying to your face, Ivan," she stammered, her voice wavering as her lips quivered, curling into a desperate pout.Autumn, with a calmness that only fueled Iris's growing panic, played the audio once more. The room filled with the damning evidence. Iris's rage erupted. In a frantic, unthinking motion, she lunged at Autumn, desperate to seize the phone and silence the dam
The feeling was new, or it felt new. Sitting in silence in the car as Ivan drove the both of them. Her face glued to the window screen of the car, her phone buzzing from receiving texts from Charlie.Autumn managed to look at her phone as Charlie showed her multiple pictures of her birthday dress, food and venue for her party.She had her maid pick up Charlie's gift. The little money she owned she hired a jewler to make the Red scarlet necklace. Although it's very expensive but it wasn't what Charlie fawned about during her visits.Charlie had been talking about having the blue heritage necklace in her possession, it was almost worth 200 million dollars.Well she couldn't blame Charlie for having that kind of necklace in her possession she was a Fraser. Although she couldn't afford it she couldn't just show up without a gift, hence she settled for the red scarlet."Who are you texting?" Ivan asked, Jolting Autumn back into reality.She immediately opened Ivan's chat and texted him. "T
A wide smile plastered itself on Elliot's lips, a blend of amusement and something more primal flickering in his eyes. His amusement was mirrored by a stirring excitement that settled in the third member between his legs. His gaze lingered, tracing every delicate movement of the maid as she approached, her graceful steps almost mesmerizing. As she poured a glass of rich, dark wine into his goblet, Elliot's eyes followed her every gesture—every tilt of the wrist, every shift of her hips. The deep red liquid swirled in the glass, but his attention was far from the drink. When she moved to fill Ivan’s glass, Elliot’s gaze remained locked on her, captivated by the gentle sway of her form, the soft rustle of her uniform. He shook his head slightly, a wry smile tugging at his lips. If only the women in his manor possessed the same allure as those who served Ivan. A thought struck him—he was genuinely surprised Ivan hadn’t boasted about bedding a maid or two by now. All Ivan ever seemed to