“He said what?” Charlie’s voice was loud and unmistakably shocked, drawing the attention of everyone nearby. Autumn offered a shy smile, her wide eyes pleading with Charlie to lower her voice. Realizing the commotion she’d caused, Charlie’s cheeks flushed red as she cleared her throat with a soft cough. Leaning closer to Autumn, she asked in a quieter tone, “Maverick’s joking, right?”Autumn shook her head, feeling a wave of shame wash over her. She hadn’t planned on telling Charlie about Derek being the father, but here they were, with Charlie ordering shot after shot. Autumn couldn't understand how Charlie wasn’t drunk yet—or perhaps she was, just oddly calm.Charlie’s voice dropped to a near-whisper. “Does Derek know he’s the father?”Autumn nodded again, her guilt weighing heavy. She didn’t know who else to confide in. “So… he’s okay with you going through with the abortion?” Charlie asked, her voice hesitant.“I’m not going to abort the baby,” Autumn replied firmly. “Derek thin
Autumn dreaded it, her palms sweaty from how tight she had gripped her black handbag with both her palms. She quickly cleaned her sweaty palm on her grey colored dress and then the fatigue suddenly hit her. It was 6am and she stood before the very door of Derek Ashton's mansion.It wasn't as if she was a stranger to the place, she's been here a number of times. She found it hard to figure out if it was the fatigue of waking up too early, even Ivan wouldn't be awake till 8, or it was the point she was nervous of seeing him again.After all he had done, she should be hating his guts. But she could barely feel it or get the energy to do so.It must have definitely been the fatigue, she concluded internally. Because if it wasn't why the hell would she not hate him.Autumn sucks in a deep breath and finally rings the bell, waiting for a maid to probably answer. At least that would be easier than Derek answering the door instead.After what felt like dreadful hours, the door opened wide rev
It was dark, and Autumn could feel her body slumped against something familiar. As her eyes fluttered open, a sharp dryness coated her throat, and her lips felt painfully chapped. Instinctively, her hand went to her stomach. Slowly, she pulled herself upright. Her head turned toward the desk drawer across the room, her legs swinging over the edge of the bed as she stood. Her steps wobbled slightly as she made her way to the light switch.The sudden brightness pierced her eyes, causing them to sting as she blinked rapidly, trying to adjust. As her vision steadied, Autumn glanced down and realized she was wearing different clothes. Confusion filled her as she tried to piece together how she had ended up here.The last clear memory she had was talking with Derek. After that, the images became fuzzy—fragments of Ivan arriving at the mansion flitted through her mind, but everything after that was a blank.Her first thought was that perhaps she had overworked herself, her body giving out fr
Autumn grabbed the book, flipping it upside down and shaking it, hoping another paper might fall out. When nothing did, she opened it and realized it was a chequebook—the original one. Her suspicion was confirmed when she saw the most recent transaction: the one addressed to Leads Orphanage.Her heart pounded. They’d hosted countless charity events this year, but there had never been a mention of Leads Orphanage. This had to be the proof of Ivan’s embezzlement. No wonder Derek had asked for her help. If the orphanage didn’t exist, where had the $25 million gone?Autumn felt torn. She now had evidence of the embezzlement, but what next? Did this reignite her deal with Derek? Was she really willing to risk everything by working with him, a man she knew was dangerous?No. She’d keep the chequebook for now. It would prove useful when the time came.Satisfied with her findings, Autumn turned off the lights and quietly slipped out of the room, locking the door with the same caution."What w
A smile plastered itself on Autumn's lips."Of course, where are my manners." Autumn said."But why didn't she meet Dexter?" Autumn added cunningly, earning a frown from Ivan."Why would she meet Dexter?" Ivan asked."Well Dexter is her lover, she's been sucking his cock as long as with a number of others." Autumn said as Iris turns to Autumn about to lunge at her but Ivan held her back."Are you insane, he's our uncle." Iris yelled, crocodile tears streaming down her cheek."Autumn, what do you even gain slandering your own sister." Ivan tried holding Iris back and pulling her into a hug. Whispering to her calmly, in a soothing tone, like he was her savior."Maybe when you finally find out what kind a witch she is you'll finally understand." Autumn said. Ivan frowned at her reply tightening his grip around Iris.His eyes grew dim, hate simmered in them as he suddenly realized how bitter the woman that stood before him was. He wondered how she could even have the audacity to be annoye
Elliot sat down, his legs spread apart as his elbow perched on his lap.Ivan, Autumn and Iris walked in to Elliot and Charlie's mother wailing heavily at the demise of her husband, Charlie was by her side comforting her mother.Autumn walked towards Charlie's direction as they both embrace each other in a warm hug."I'm sorry, Charlie," Autumn whispered, her eyes catching the dark circles beneath her eyelids.Autumn bent down and hugged Mrs Fraser who held her more than she could have bargain until she finally released Autumn at Charlie's urgency."Mrs Fraser." The three turned to see Iris who was dressed extravagantly unlike everyone in the room who barely wore a pop of color.Iris was wearing a bright lemon haute couture dress. The dress was strapless, with a choker-style neckpiece attached to it, giving it a modern, edgy look."I've heard so much about you." Iris muttered bowing in respect waiting for Mrs Fraser to probably tell her to come and hug her as well but she remained froz
"I'm here to pay my respects to Alexander Fraser." Iris said in a coy tone, almost childlike."I would have thought you were some sort of entertainment, I'm stuck with either a stripper or a clown. You're probably both." Derek said as Iris stood frozen in shock.She looked around, nobody wanting to step in to defend her. Not even Ivan."Why—why are you being so vulgar?" Iris asked, her childish tone quivering, as if she was going to cry."When you humiliated Autumn just now, you didn't seem to care if she was hurt. How does it feel? How does it feel knowing your crappy antics doesn't work on everyone." Derek said as Iris face fell downward. The room looked like it was going to devour her, so she did the only sensible thing.She ran. Sobbing heavily on her way out. With she out of the picture, Ivan finally grew a pair of balls and walked up to his uncle."She made a mistake, you didn't have to make her cry." Ivan muttered in disappointment. Derek could really care less, if his nephew h
Ivan had never been close with his father. In fact, for years, he struggled to even accept that Maverick was his father at all. His world had shattered the day Derek, his uncle, had handed his mother a set of divorce papers alongside a paternity test revealing the affair. That moment marked the beginning of years of public humiliation. The scandal had rocked their family, with the media and society eager to latch onto every detail. Ivan's legitimacy was questioned, and whispers of "bastard" followed him wherever he went. His mother became a target for gossip, bullied and shamed for her indiscretion. D.O.N Corps, their family business, teetered on the brink of collapse, almost brought to ruin by the scandal. But Maverick, cunning and ruthless, had stepped in. While Derek had disappeared from the public eye, Maverick had confronted the fire head-on. He silenced the mockery, wrestled control of a significant portion of the company from his brother, and rebuilt the empire. Soon, people f
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