MainNovelChapter 122: Chapter 122
ASHTON
"What the fuck happened? | thought you said you lost father. How did you not see him behind you? Why in the
world was he following you in the first place?" | keep badgering Asher as he pulls up at Ashal’s second penthouse
where we are crashing in the meantime. Asher gets out of his car with a forlorn look on his face but | am too livid
to spare him a breath.
"ANSWERGODDAMMIT"
"Calm down, Ashton."
"Don’t tellto calm down. Answer my questions!"
He runs a hand over his brows and expels a deep breath. "Look, father and | had a little tiff earlier in the day. We
parted ways and | guess he felt guilty and wanted to make it up toso he tracked my car GPS because | was
too furious to return his calls."
All | can do is grit my teeth. "Didn't he settle things with you at the HQ when you two met up? What was the
need to follow you all the way to Adriana?"
"Look, | don’t know, okay? It’s Father. If | could decipher his motivations for doing a bunch of shit, | would be two
steps ahead of him, don’t you think." He sighs loudly. "I pulled him over and registered my displeasure at being
followed. | don’t think he would be doing that again for a while."
| don’t know what to make of this. "I should have listened to you and gone after Adriana. | worked too damn hard
for us to lose the opportunity we had today."
"Has Keith called? What did he say?"
"He isn’t taking my calls any longer. My guess is he is furious. It was a big risk to plan that meeting with Adriana.
He was counting on me. | messed it up and now our sister might no longer be interested in our reunion."
"Hey" Asher calls, grabbing my shoulder. "Don’t rush to conclusions. You found her the first time, didn’t you? You
made the impossible happen. | am certain you will find a way around this snag. Brace up." | bob my head in
agreement. His eyes track up the stony steps. "How's Ashal? Is he much better?"
"I hope so. | have a bunch of questions that need prompt answers."
| lead the way into the penthouse and together, we take the stairs to one of the spare bedrooms where Ashal
lays sprawled on the bed. He props himself up the moment we enter, a somber expression clouding his face.
"Hey man." Asher begins, edging close to him. Ashal inclines his head away from Asher’s hand which is extended
to check his temperature.
"How are you feeling?" | ask him.
"I'm fine." He replies dryly. | know he knows why we’ve rounded up on him. Shrugging, he straightens his spine.
It's my guess that he is ready for our rapid-fire questions so I proceed. "Ok. Dead guy in your trunk. What else do
you remember?"
"| told you all | recall."
"Don’t get cheeky." Asher reprimands him. "This is very serious, Ash. We might have managed to quell the storm
with our contacts in the force this taround but this might cback to haunt us someday. Besides, father is
growing very suspicious of all of us lately. He has been tailing us. If he gets a whiff of what you've done, he'll
have you thrown into a psychiatric facility for God knows how long."
"| get it. He already threatenedonce."
"Good. Now, cut it out and cooperate with us." Asher adds.
He exhales. "I'm sorry. I'm a little bit shaken. I---I thought | was past that. | really thought the days of hurting
people to the point of taking their lives was over." His voice breaks with emotion. Tears shimmer in his eyes. "|
honestly don’t even recall talking to the guy much less following him. | don’t know what kind of interaction we
had before I..."
"You don’t know if anyone saw you following the guy, Madeline perhaps?"
As | mention her name, | notice something wash over his features. He wrings his hands and shakes his head from
side to side. | join him on the bed.
"Ashal, tellthe truth this time. What exactly is going on between you and Madeline Dunn? Are you in love
with her? Is there a secret affair going on between..."
"NO." He denies too quickly, earning a suspicious stare from Asher and I. "No, it’s nothing like that, | promise."
"Then tell us exactly what's going on." Asher presses, impatience simmering in his eyes.
"lI am not in love with her. If anything, I think I thought | was because she remindsso much of Olivia and has
the squalities | fancy in her sister. This whole confusion started when Elyon arranged blind dates for me, you
know the one that ledto meet Cree? Maddie was one of them. | stood her up because obviously | wasn't
going to date Liv’s kid sister."
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"And since then?" | ask.
"A lot's happened. Maddie exposed my relationship with Cree before I could call it quits. It wrecked my marriage
with Liv. | was so pissed off | planned to punish her the only way | knew how; by making her quit school and
marry a loser. | was so obsessed with destroying her life that | made a lot of bad decisions | regret. These past
few weeks, | have been trying to rectify my mistake and not destroy a young woman's life simply because she
was looking out for her sister. That's the whole situation with Hunter." He adds, throwing a sidelong glance at
Asher. Then, he turns to me. "That's all it is, | swear."
| grit my teeth. "You just killed her boyfriend after stalking him all day. That can’t be all to the story."
Asher cups Ashal’s face. "Tellone thing. Have you kissed Madeline before?" We both stare in horror as Ashal
stutters. "There it is." Asher gives the side drawer a bad-tempered kick and runs a hand through his gold mane
of hair.
"It was an accident. She was drunk."
"That usually how most love stories start bro, mine for instance. | was drunk." | reply, tapping his knee before
joining Asher on my feet.
"I am just protective of her because of everything I've done to alter the course of her life till now. It’s not love. It
can't be."
"You might not realize it but it definitely is more than feeling protective. How did you feel whenever you saw her
with her late boyfriend? Angry or worried?" My eyes dip to his clenching fists. "Never mind." | turn to Asher.
"What are we going to do?"
"This is fucked up. His obsession is dangerous."
"You think | don’t realize that?"
"Guys," Ashal calls out to us. "I'm right here!"
"SHUT UP!" We yell at him in unison. He cradles his head in his hand and sniffles quietly.
| pull Asher out of the room and click the door shut behind us.
"Keep an eye on him." | spell out.
"Where are you going?"
"I need to handle the whole Keith situation. The longer | take in redeeming myself, the harder it's going to be to
secure us another meeting with Adriana." | cast a glance at the door. "I'll see what | can do about Ashal. He
needs a long session with his therapist for sure and beyond that, a reality check. Can you try to reach Olivia and
see what's up between them? She might be able to soothe him for now. See if you can get her onboard."
| am not sure if that will work but | hope it does. From everything Ashal has toldabout their crumbling
marriage, Olivia has mentally checked out. Still, she knows all about his condition and if she desperately wants
an out, she should be willing to help him however she can.
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"What? Did you just ask that of me?"
"Yes, | just did."
Cree sighs loudly and combs through her blowout with her fingers. "Look, | told you already that whatever spark
your brother felt forwas as a result of my acting skills. | am eternally grateful for everything he has done for
genuine connection..."
"Or a good friend." | add. "C'mon Cree, you can’t tellthat you never felt anything else for him beyond
gratitude the whole tyou were together. He spoke a lot about you in a way that he had never spoken of any
woman for as long as | can remember. All | am asking is that you try to see if there's still anything between you
two right now, even if it turns out to be a mere platonic friendship."
"I don’t know how | feel about this, Ashton. Ashal and | have barely dredged up our past relationship since I got
busted for working with Shay aka Nicola. The last twe met, | was accusing your father of heinous crimes and
Ashal didn’t believe me. What exactly am | supposed to say to break the ice between us right now? Your brother
will only suspect my intentions."
"It doesn’t matter if he suspects his brothers put you up to this. Trust me, he won't object."
"And why is that?"
Because seeing you will help take his mind off a certain other woman whom he isn’t ready to admit he has fallen
for and right now, that's what everyone wants, I reply in my head.
"Cree, you owe me. Con. Please, do this for me. Spend twith my brother. He's been going through a
rough tlately and could use your help as a woman he has nursed romantic feelings for. He needs the
distraction. I'll pay you if you wantto."
"Don’t insult me, Ashton."
"I apologize." | quickly chwith raised hands. "I'm very desperate here. So, is that a yes?"
Her square shoulders sag. "It's a maybe at best. | have a few conditions. Firstly, I'm going to tell him you put me
up to this from the start. Secondly, whatever it is | am supposed to be to him, it can’t be forced. If he doesn’t
wantaround, I'm gone. Thirdly, this has to be under wraps. | don’t want the spotlight that comes with the
Danvarr quads."
"Fair enough. Thanks Cree."
"How's it going with your sister? Found her yet?" She asks, leaning to sip her coffee.
"Still working on it but | am super close."
My eyes dart to the flat screen TV displayed at a high point on the wall, airing the news. The clip of Demi being
pushed by a stranger during one of her public outings hasleaping to my feet. Thankfully, a young man
breaks her fall before she can tumble down the short flight of stairs. Where the fuck is Ashley? Isn't he supposed
to be with her on these staged outings?
"Something wrong?" Cree asks worriedly.
| grab my phone from my pocket. Keith hasn’t responded tobut right now, | am more worried about Demi as
if she’s actually pregnant.
"Everything's fine. Um, | have to be on my way. I'll call you." | give her a pat on the shoulder before dashing out
of the café. The media hadn’t hammered on the severity of the almost accident that Demi had because she
hadn't exactly fallen on her face. However, that doesn’t ease my panic. Who could have done something so
malicious to her knowing she’s in the early stage of her pregnancy? | can’t wrap my head around it.
"Are you okay? Where are you?"
"I'm home." Demi replies softly.
"I'm on my way."
My parents are just as livid as | am when | arrive the mansion. Duncan and his men have already been sent out
to find the culprit. Demi is seated in the living room while everyone else is up on their feet trying to make sense
of the situation. Ashal is absent for good reason.
"Who could have attempted to hurt her?" Mother asks worriedly.
| want to go over to Demi and ask how she is faring. Ashley looks really worried.
"Do you think someone else might know the truth about Demi and Nicci? Billion-Err has been going off
speculating that Nicci’s disappearance is a move to disguise her pregnancy and now someone wants to harm my
purportedly pregnant wife." Ashley shakes his head. "I don’t know what to make of this."
Asher gets off the phone. "It’s been confirmed. Nicola is still on the island."
"What? Did you think she was behind this?" Ashley asks him. Asher merely shrugs.
"You just said it yourself that someone who knows the truth might have been trying to expose us. We all know
Nicci isn’t a fan of this plan of yours. Is it really farfetched to suspect that she might have snuck back into the
country and tried to hurt your wife who is galivanting around with a fake pregnancy in front of the paparazzi?"
"That's very unlikely, don’t you think? How could she have beaten the guards securing her and left the island to
hurt Demi?"
"Gee, | don’t know, Ashley. | am just trying to cover every base here." Asher grunts in frustration. | bet he is
indeed frustrated with the way things are going awry lately. No one hates when plans don’t go accordingly like
Asher.
Ashley grits his teeth while Demi silently seethes at the shift of his concern from her to his baby’s mother. Mila
comes to link an arm around my hand.
"Where were you, Ashley? | thought you were supposed to be with Demi?"
"I had urgent business to attend to, okay? How was | supposed to know that the one t| leave her side,
someone was going to pull a stunt like this? Besides, do you really expectto be hovering around her every
second of the day since she’s pregnant? Even Billion-Err has been talking about that, asking how many married
men have the tto trail after their pregnant wives. | had to give her a break to dispel further suspicions."
Duncan appears and nods in greeting to everyone.
"Yes?" Father implores him.
"We haven't been able to nab the culprit but we know for certain now that it was a woman based on a witness at
the scene."
"A woman?" Father repeats in shock. "Who could have..." His eyes trail to Demi. "Demi, you're being awfully
quiet. Do you know who might have done this? Did you see the person?"
Demi raises her head slowly. | can’t tell what's she’s thinking but | am certain that’s she’s fuming.
"Yes. | did see the person who pushed me."
"What? Why have you refrained from telling us this whole time?" Asher belts out angrily. Father and mother edge
close to her.
"Who did it?" Father questions her with brows knitted in anger. Demi exhales. She lifts a hand with her index
finger jutting out. Slowly, she turns towards me, lingers before shifting a bit.
"Mila." She utters loudly. "Mila pushed me."
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"YOU HAVE TOTALLY LOST YOUR MIND, DEMI ROLLINS. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA THE LEVEL OF ACCUSATION
YOU'RE HEAPING ON ME?" Mila asks with flaming eyes. | grab her arm when she advances towards Demi like she
means to rip out her tongue.
"Demi, what the hell are you saying? How could Mila have done that to you?"
"Exactly." Demi replies mother. "It's unbelievable, isn’t it? That's just how unbelievable all this is when
everyone in this room knows | am not even pregnant." She shakes her head as tears blur her eyes. "I wasn’t
pushed for goodness’ sake. | told you all that when | got htoday but you all chose to fixate on the lie the
media is pushing. The place was crowded and rowdy. | missed my step and tripped. That's all that was but of
course, that story isn’t as juicy to the media as telling everyone that the pregnant daughter-in-law of the Rollins
family was pushed. If | had been pushed, don’t you think | would have felt it? | SLIPPED. END OF STORY." She
tries to leave and pauses.
"You know what? | can’t believe how freaked out you all are acting over a baby that doesn’t even exist or maybe
you are panicking at the thought of your plot being exposed. | wish you all had had the sconcern for your
late grandchild when Asher had brutally murdered it." With a grunt of pain, she bolts to the elevator and
disappears.
Everyone remains calm.
"Duncan, follow up with the witness and get to the root of this." Father instructs him.
"Yes sir."
"| can’t believe that wench. She actually tried to getin trouble just to prove a point. Who does that?" Mila
whispers under her breath after everyone starts to disperse. "Did you see that? You askedto be sympathetic
towards my fellow woman and this is where it gets me. Do you see what kind of a person she is?"
"She's hurting, Mila. Forgive her. I'm sure she didn’t mean to accuse you like that." But Mila won't hear of it.
"Why am | not surprised? You'll always take her side!" She wrenches her arm from my grip, leers atbefore
storming out of the mansion. | am guessing she won't be spending the night here today.
| am glad it was a false alarm. Still, it was a rude shock. Heaven knows I've had too many shocks over the past
few days to find this one funny. Though exhausted, I climb back into my car and drive to my company. | need
speace and quiet. Plus, | have missed the solitude of my office and even Gris’ constant whining.
Thankfully, everyone has gone hsave for the security men doing their last round of checks. | take the
elevator to the last floor after assuring them that | won't take longer than an hour before calling it a night so a
few of them stay back. | just want the privacy of my thoughts and possibly, a breather away from the at
home.
| call Gris and listen as he fillsin on what | have missed. After that, | call Mila to apologize on Demi’s behalf.
Keith still refuses to respond to my calls or texts. Before leaving, | call Demi hoping she’s not with Ashley. She
picks after the third ring.
"How are you feeling?"
"I've felt better."
"I'm sorry about today. Ashley should have been by your side."
"He's right. Having him tethered to my hip all the twas starting to get suspicious. It’s not his fault." She
pauses. "It's not your fault either so you have nothing to apologize for. | missed my step. It's on me."
| wait a beat. "Are you sure you weren't pushed. It looked exactly like that on the news."
She sighs tiredly. "Fine. | was pushed since that’s the story everyone wants to hear."
| get distracted by an incoming call. "I'm sorry, Demi. I'll call you right back. Get srest, okay?"
I disconnect her call to receive Duncan's.
"Yes, Duncan."
"We have more information now sir. We've confirmed that Demi was definitely pushed. | felt like running the info
on the suspect by you first before your father."
"Why? Is something wrong?"
"Kind of. Actually, the witness has identified the suspect. We also confirmed that the suspect was at the said
location during the tof the incident."
"Who's the suspect, Duncan. Give it tostraight."
He pauses a bit. "Mila Spellman."
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