Clink…The sound of glasses clashed in harmony before each retracted to its holder. Red wine sloshed back and forth, brushing against the glass brim. The deep red mirrored the color of her lips.Iris took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. She couldn’t quite remember how long she had been there, listening to the laughter of her father and stepmother as they reveled in the news of her engagement. She had come by to show them the ring but also to spark a bit of tension after Autumn's recent accusations.She wanted to see Autumn break, to see tears streak down her cheeks, her face flushed—and, if possible, to watch her lose the last bit of light in her eyes. And putting Derek in the hospital? That was just the start.She’d hired someone to take care of Autumn, but the fool had failed. At least Derek was bedridden, in a coma. It should have been Autumn, yet this left her vulnerable until Derek regained consciousness.Iris pressed the rim of her glass to her lips, savoring th
Ivan's eyes scanned Iris from head to toe, his expression cold and detached. "This is it?" he asked, voice hoarse and unimpressed. His tone held none of the warmth she remembered; instead, it seemed almost hostile, as if he couldn't stand the sight of her.Iris had already come to terms with his change in attitude, but it still hurt. Once, Ivan would have showered her with praise, calling her a goddess no matter what she wore, even if it was rags. Now, she barely recognized the man standing before her, yet she was in too deep to walk away from what she wanted."This dress was personally tailored by the same designer who made your mother's wedding gown," she said, watching as his expression grew more irritated."It's an engagement party, Iris," he scoffed. "You couldn't wait for the wedding to start wasting money? Autumn would never make this kind of mistake."At the mention of Autumn, a spark of anger flared in Iris's chest. She clenched her fists, steadying her voice before replying.
"Ladies and gentlemen, let's play a game," the host boomed, his voice reverberating through the crowd as a twisted smile crept across his face."Welcome to the game of hide and seek. Allow me to explain the rules," he continued with a theatrical flair. "The bride is concealed behind a mask, just like all the other women in this room. Without knowing what his bride looks like, the groom will search the crowd and choose his bride. Intriguing, isn’t it?" The host's voice echoed as everyone murmured in anticipation, intrigued by the game's unusual twist."What if he picks the wrong woman as his bride?" A voice rose above the crowd—it was Autumn. Heads turned, eyes drawn to her immediately. She was the only woman without a mask, standing out in a breathtaking, floor-length gown in a rich shade of red. The dress was crafted from a glossy, sequin-covered fabric that shimmered luxuriously under the lights. Its fitted bodice, strapless with an asymmetrical neckline, offered a modern sophistica
“H-He told me to sleep with Dexter so he could get Dexter to forge the paternity results,” Iris stammered, her eyes welling with tears as she looked around the room. Her confession hung in the air, and the crowd's murmurs filled with confusion and disbelief. Desperate, Iris turned to Ivan, reaching for his hand, but he immediately wrenched himself away.“How dare you speak lies about my father,” Ivan muttered, his expression hardening with contempt. The disgust in his eyes was unmistakable, and it felt as if every gaze in the room bore down on her, judging her, mocking her. She hated it.“It’s true, Ivan,” she insisted, her voice breaking. “He even told me to… to kill Autumn.” A collective gasp rippled through the crowd as they reeled from the revelation. Ivan’s face flushed with rage, his eyes narrowing as he clenched his fists.Maverick, who had been quietly making his way to the exit, suddenly found himself blocked by two police officers.“Officers, I leave you to handle this distu
A bag was wrapped tightly around Iris's head, and she was panicking. Her bail had been paid by an unknown benefactor, and when she was released, a bag was immediately shoved over her head. Iris wondered if Autumn had sold her to some gang or, worse, trafficked her to be taken advantage of. Her hands and legs were tied, so she had every reason to panic. She was blind and had to rely on her other senses to make sense of where she was. All she knew was that she was in the back of a car, with possibly two hairy men beside her, ensuring she wouldn’t be able to escape. Iris was terrified; she had no idea where they were taking her or who was behind this, but she found herself slowly accepting the cold embrace of death. After everything she'd worked for, tears streamed down her cheeks as she thought of her father, her mother, and, when she thought of Autumn, she cursed the living daylights out of her. Iris jolted forward, suspecting the car had come to a stop. One of the men lifted
Autumn sat down beside Derek, her face gloomy, losing hope that he would ever wake up. It had been six months since the accident. His face grew paler by the day, and with each passing moment, she worried more about the father of her child. Her stomach had already begun to show, and she resorted to wearing trench coats and loose-fitted gowns. Yet, amidst all that, her pregnancy could no longer be hidden, and the media, under Elliot's control, lashed out at her whenever they had the chance. They called her a slut, accusing her of getting pregnant for Derek while divorcing Ivan. They said Derek being in a coma was her karma for her infidelity. They picked on her endlessly for taking over as a substitute for D.O.N Corps. Autumn did not quite understand how she even got the position. She was sure it would have gone to an executive since the vice president and co-CEO had been arrested and stripped of their rights to run the company. The only other family member who ran D.O.N Corps
Elliot left his office, his hand gripping his phone tightly as he dialed a particular number again. He felt a bit nervous but quickly dismissed the thought. She couldn’t have betrayed him, not after everything he had done for her. He immediately cooked up an alibi—maybe she was sleeping or busy. But then again, the person he was trying to reach had her phone switched off for a week. The last time they spoke, she had mentioned booking a flight to Havenport, and after that, she had completely ghosted him. Elliot pocketed his phone, his eyes trailing to a familiar pregnant figure accompanied by three men. Two of them were his, and the third was probably her personal security. A smile crept across his lips in delight. "Long time no see, Mrs. Ashton," Elliot muttered, sizing her up, his hands shoved into his pockets as he shamelessly raked his eyes over her entire figure. Autumn rolled her eyes at his greeting. "Please, it’s been six months since my divorce. Kindly address me
"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.
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