Four Brothers and a Bride

Chapter 67: Chapter 67

ASHTON

"Are you still there?"

"Yes." Demi clarifies. Her silence isn’t doing her any good right now. How did she come by such sensitive information? Father had spent a fortune hiding as much information about Tobias’ death as he could to protect my brothers and I.

He even paid off some of the other security personnel that disposed the body and killed off the ones he couldn’t trust to take the secret to their graves. The ones who survived continue to get hefty checks from father till date.

"Demi? How did you learn all of this?" I leap off my bed now, dissatisfied with the fact that I can’t even see her to gauge her reaction.

"I’m sorry, Ashton. I didn’t keep this from the family because of I believe it. I just didn’t want Ashley breaking down even more."

"What are you talking about?"

"The box. There were two cards inside. The second one claimed that Tobias had been stabbed in his sleep with a pen knife in his neck seventeen years ago and bled to death before his body was dumped over a bridge."

"What?"

"When I saw how Ashley reacted over the first card with fewer details, I worried for him and ripped the other to shreds before we came home."

"What happened to the pieces?"

"I flushed it down the toilet. I’m sorry Ashton. I should have told you sooner but I didn’t want you, Ashley or anyone else to think I had doubts. Given the seriousness of the issue, it kept replaying in my head and that is why I asked. I don’t doubt Ashley. I know him better now. He could never do something like that. I just want to know why this blackmailer is tying the blame specifically on Ashley."

I stay clam to let my temper simmer down. "Did you ask me the question about the bugs because you suspect I am capable of stabbing a man’s throat in his sleep, even as a kid?"

She gasps. "No...God, Ashton, that’s not what I meant. You know it wasn’t." She goes on to mumble apologies for the misconception. I put her out of her misery by telling her I know she didn’t mean it like that.

"To answer your question, my guess is as good as yours. We as a family have no idea why but we know this is no different from an attack on our family. This person probably knows of Ashley’s mental health struggles since childhood and singled him out as prey. In the end, she wants to cast a slur on our character, reputation and ultimately disrupt our livelihood. We’ve had several flimsy accusations thrown at our doorstep but a murder accusation takes the cake. Tobias was like family to us. He and father were super close and his death took a toll on father. The gory details of his passing were smothered by father at his family’s behest. The media attention on them was so profuse they even had to leave Danvarr to grieve in peace. Whoever is doing this isn’t just trying to ruin our lives but to disrupt the peace the Woodleys have been enjoying all these years."

"We’ll do our best to nab this person and put an end to Ashley’s torture." Demi says.

I’m glad she’s genuinely concerned about him. At the same time, I ignore the quiet tug of jealousy. This is the first time she has mentioned Ashley several times in a row while we are talking. Though it makes sense because we are literally discussing Ash, I still feel some type of way especially given her history of babbling my name more.

"Any more questions about the plan?" I ask just to keep her on the phone a bit longer.

"I’ll let you know during our date, Ashley." She teases me before hanging up. I stare at my phone a while afterwards.

I did feel fuzzy inside at the mention of us going on a date but the reason I continue to stare at my phone is because of the difficulty I am having reconciling Demi’s sweet personality with that of a person trying to uncover secrets that could easily topple everything my family has struggled to build.

I wish I can ask her why she spoke with Eliana and attempted to converse with Olivia without affirming her suspicions. I want to believe that her eagerness to see Ashal’s penthouse is far removed from her attempt to rescue the damsel in distress known as Olivia.

Her question refreshes in my mind. It seems a little too convenient that she flushed the second note down the toilet without showing anyone else, including me. Was there really a second note?

"Mila’s call comes through, distracting me from my thoughts.

"Are you avoiding me?"

"Hi to you too, Mila." She sighs deeply.

"Look, I know I haven’t done anything to upset you. If you’re busy and can’t make the time to see or hear from me, a simple text in response to my call and text to tell me so, would do. Don’t treat me like a nuisance."

"Look Mila, I’m sorry for ignoring your calls. Asher informed me you waited for me at the racetrack that day. You and I made no prior plans in that regard. I had other personal engagements which I took the entire day to pursue. I don’t appreciate your entitlement to my time. We both know we’re leagues from getting there."

"I don’t feel entitled to your time, Ashton. I’m only asking that you extend me the courtesy of respect which I do give to you. If you’re sick of hanging out with me, take a walk but until you make that plain and clear, I won’t tolerate being treated poorly by you."

I suck in a breath. Why is she taking this so personally?

"I’ve got too much on my mind to deal with this right now, Mila. Can we do this some other time?"

my dare? Are you

you did that? And

to tread carefully around her, I’ll drop it. I was really worried about that. I’m sorry for

relief washes over me.

at her own end. "We’ll settle this with a car race then.

bottle of water from

his door slightly ajar unless he is discussing a private matter he doesn’t want just about anyone

finally ebb but before I can head back upstairs, father steps out with a hand on Ashal’s shoulder. Ashal nods to something father says before

taps my shoulder and mutters, ’your turn’ while brushing past

conspicuous frown. I hate it whenever he tries to cozy up to me or do anything to shorten the gap

back and forth on this." I begin, expelling

words, you’re never

eyes with his tired ones. "You don’t want forgiveness, father. You want me to accept the kind of parent you are and make peace with it. Maybe I have." From his desk, I

of the matter is that you’re right about me, and because you’re right about the kind of father that I am, you particularly should be grateful to

don’t understand him or why he is beating around the

years old boys off the floor and balances them on his hip to spoon feed

dad, I probably would have done the right thing and involved the cops to investigate the murder of one of my very close friends and my son’s culpability in his death but no, I am a different type of father who does all the dirty work and shields his children from incarceration. That’s the type of father I am and I am not sorry that I never made enough time to

blazing now. He wrings his hands. "I knew Ashley could not have done that to Tobias. My guess was between you and Ashal because if Asher had done it, he would have announced it to

to pretend I didn’t relish watching that pedophile breathe his last? I don’t care if you think me a monster. I’d gladly slice and

tell you this because you decided to give Ashley the credit so I played along with your wishes, thinking you probably became afraid that I would freak out. I wanted you to admit it while growing up but you never did so I couldn’t say anything to you. Now that you’ve owned up to it, I am proud of

loop in my head till I eventually drift off to

***

color coded rows of pants, shirts, blazers, suits, belts, mufflers,

supposed to coordinate my looks like Ashley would? He already left for Brellis

think of calling a fashion stylist, I recall the plan is strictly a family secret and set

how are you settling

bored.

be home in no time. Did you talk to

she didn’t quite take me seriously. I’d advise you lay it thick with the security so she doesn’t

don’t know what the fuck I am supposed to wear. There are four sections of outfits

you’d be dumbfounded so I already organized a week’s worth of outfits for you. It’s the section closest to my watch collection. I tagged your name as well as the dates and events each outfit would be most appropriate for." I follow

sets of

case you need a quick change for an impromptu event during the day." I can’t believe he even

don’t need dinner clothes at home. I’d be Ashton

to speak to Ash. "Hey, I’ll speak with you later. The doctor is here. Best of

I sample the clothes.

welcomes them with a huge smile and ushers them to the living room to entertain them while the table is

in-laws. I know he doesn’t care for them

and I thought it weird that we haven’t all had a meal as one big family. I hope you can forgive me

Mrs. Elizabeth says with an ingratiating smile. "We are glad to be here at all. We know how busy you

watch Demi’s expression dampen. Kira and her

"Welcome aunt. Hi Kira."

Kira compliments with a forced smile. Demi mutters her thanks. Both women ignore each

her feet and dashes towards it. She returns with a big smile with her hands interlocked with that of her best

Anna to join us. I hope you

course not. Anna, you look resplendent

for the compliment and for having me." Demi’s mood seems fully perked up with Anna’s arrival as they huddle close to

come down the stairs and join

"Anything?"

to share his time with is his new wife, Demi. I’m sure that bit was more for

Asher who is uncharacteristically quiet. His eyes are fixated ahead of us, a little to the left where Demi sits with her friend. There’s a

"Asher"

his gaze from Anna. Before I can say more, mother ushers everyone to the dining room after being notified that

Demi’s aunt begins as she folds her napkin and places it on her thighs. "I saw his official statement. He must be at work." Mother nods at her. "Strangely, I think he gives me an idea of how much of a workaholic my Kira is going to be when she is