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
Autumn Dawson stood stiffly at the edge of the dance floor, her hands clenched tightly around her champagne glass. she watched with teary eyes, her husband twirl his new bride, Iris Dawson—her much younger half-sister—across the polished wood. The twinkling lights above cast a soft glow on their joyous faces, a sharp contrast to the storm brewing in Autumn's chest. For twelve years, she had played the role of his substitute wife, enduring the empty nights and the whispered rumors, only to be cast aside the moment his father passed away. On the very day that marked their twelve-year anniversary, he had married Iris, leaving Autumn to bear witness to a happiness that had never been hers. Autumn Dawson watched the couple with a heavy heart, her bloodshot eyes tracking every movement as Ivan smiled ear to ear at Iris. That radiant smile was something she had never been granted; Ivan had only ever shown her one expression on that handsome face of his—a cold but an unyielding glare. It w
Autumn opens her eyes at the hospital. She heard the familiar sobs that could only belong to Iris. She had a look around just to spot Iris bawling her eyes out. She slowly sits upright as Iris notices Autumn had just awaken. "Autumn, how could you. Why couldn't you wait till after the wedding to reveal that you're pregnant?" Iris sobbed even harder. Autumn couldn't understand how her sister could not have a single compassion. She couldn't even care that her sister was stripped to a stretcher? She couldn't even imagine that she might had lost her life. "Abort it Autumn." Iris begs. Autumn furrows her brows and without thinking she slaps Iris. She didn't know when her hand had a mind of it's own, or maybe she's aware that's why she didn't feel any ounce of guilt. Realizing what she had done she immediately apologizes. "I'm sorry Iris, my hand slipped." Autumn turns her gaze to the other side of the hospital, Iris in shock held her cheek. She was filled with rage. She wondered when
Ivan could not pinpoint why he was disappointed. He was sure the child wasn't his but he could not understand why he wished it was. He turns to Autumn who laid in shock and immediately his stomach turned. Autumn had finally brainwashed him that he could not help but extend pity towards her. He hated himself for falling for her traps and hated her more for making him feel such a way. His eyes widened as he glared at the scornful woman in front of him. "Our marriage ends today, I'll have my lawyers send you the divorce papers." He furiously storms out, followed by the doctor and then Iris. Autumn was left stunned with her parents, she could not understand how the results were wrong. She turned to them with teary eyes, her throat was burning and her head was aching as she spoke. "Mom, Dad, believe me, the baby is Ivan's." She cried hoping her parents would take her side but they looked at her in disgust. "Are you that attention starved that you pulled a stunt like this? After all
Ivan immediately embraces Iris in his arms. Autumn ought to raise her voice but she felt a lump against her throat.Her eyes met with the doctor, he scornfully glances at Ivan, she could tell he was in love with Iris. "I love you so much." Ivan tells Iris and that finally broke Autumn. A tear stream down her sockets.Autumn could recall by memory how many times she had begged this man to love her. She always thought he was incapable of saying it to her or any other woman. How deluded she really was, Ivan was never incapable of ever saying it, he just didn't care to say it to her. He did not love her and just finally coming to terms to it was painful, it was as if Ivan had slapped her in the face. Why did she even fall in love with this man? Why had she agree to marry him. If only she didn't spend that drunken night with him she wouldn't be in this situation. "Ivan." Autumn calls him, he turns his back sealing his once tender gaze with an icy stare."What are you still doing here? Y
Autumn could barely move, but she heard the shaky voice of Felicity making a call on speaker and she could recognize that nagging spoilt voice over the phone.It was Iris.Autumn has many regrets all of a sudden she regrets ever meeting Ivan, she regrets ever marrying him and she regrets encouraging Iris bad behavior that eventually led to this. If she could go back she would make sure to undo everything even if it was three years back.Instantly Autumn numbness disappears, she gasps as her surroundings were still blur but she wasn't in the same position at the floor. She was at a party, not any party she was at her and Ivan's nine year anniversary party. Her eyes lingered at the huge banner, confusion washes over her as she tries to figure out if this was just her life flashing before her eyes. If it was, why this memory. This was the first time Ivan had propose a divorce and also the time Ivan introduced Iris as his mistress.She remembers it exactly, Ivan makes a toast and then ha
The only person that could end the marriage between Autumn Dawson and Ivan Ashton was, Maverick Ashton, Ivan's biological father. The only reason he ordained their marriage was because of a scandal years back, the media had caught the two in bed and to save face, Maverick forced the two into a marriage of convenience. Maverick sat down in his seat as he watched his son over his desk. He had a cup of coffee in his grasps he eyes Ivan who had ignored eye contact during the entire meeting. His wife sat next to him visibly shaking. The cup parted away from his lips and in a swift motion he collided the cup against Ivan's head. Miriam, Ivan's mother sobbed as she watch her son sit in place. Blood seep slowly from Ivan's forehead but that was the least of what Maverick wanted to inflict on Ivan. "So how the fuck are you going to fix this huh? You damn bastard." Maverick hissed raising his voice. Ivan's silence pissed him even more. The least he could do was have balls and talk back afte
Autumn puts her phone down. She put her phone on silent to ignore Ivan's calls. She was shocked he even called her in the first place it's something he has never done in her past life. She continued looking around the mansion her father in-law got for her and Ivan. She looked at the floor she laid on when she died. "Was this a second chance?" She gasps to herself. So she did really die. And somehow she went back three years in the past. Then her mind went back to the person who instigated her death, Iris. Her hands went straight to her stomach. The cold empty void then overwhelmed her, she had lost her baby in her past life. Once again anger washed over her and a single tear stream down her cheek. "Miss Autumn, your lunch is ready." she suddenly got flashbacks from Felicity poisoning me. Autumn froze, her face went white and her cheeks blushed, filling a bit of color in her face. Her heart raced as she my voice trembled. "Miss Autumn are you okay?" The maid asked. Autumn looked o
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