Four Brothers and a Bride

Chapter 80: Chapter 80

ASHTON

I don’t think I heard him right.

"What?"

"Yes, Ash. I need you to tell Demi the truth about that night. She told me she is willing to start afresh with me on the basis of truth. She only wants to know the real identity of the man who denied her after that night. I didn’t think it was my place to tell her so I kept stalling. I think it’s only fair that you come clean now."

Bullshit. I know his intentions aren’t as noble as he is trying to portray. He won’t rest until he is able to make Demi feel nothing but hatred for me. Why does he consider me so big a threat that he would go this far? The plan was for Demi to never find out until after her divorce. Why is Ashley going back on this?

"Ashley, why would you ask that of me? You know mother made us promise not to tell Demi the truth about that night until after your divorce. Are you really asking me to go against mother?

"You said you’d do anything to help me forge ahead in my relationship with Demi. Why are you hesitating now? This was her specific condition, Ashton. She wants me to reveal your identity before she can give me a shot, God’s truth. Why do you think I resorted to cheap antics to draw her closer to me? I was trying to protect you and keep the promise I made. Apparently, you hate my antics so now, you’ll have to tell Demi the truth yourself and deal with her and mother. The ball is in your court."

I wipe a hand over my face and gnash my teeth angrily. He’s really going to make me rue my words. I can’t do this. Demi will hate me. Mother will blame me. This can’t be the only way to make peace with my brother.

"I can’t do it, Ashley. There has to be another way."

"There isn’t. You think I haven’t thought about that?" He huffs out a breath. "I don’t have a lot of tricks up my sleeve, Ashton. How else am I supposed to make Demi want to bond with me? Even our pubic dates are being done perfunctorily by her. This isn’t what I was hoping for when I asked for a shot with her. It’s no different from what we’ve been these last four months under our contract, except now she pretends to be happy going on dates with me. Ashton, if you do this, she has given me her word that she’ll really give me a chance. You have to tell her."

"And mother? Why don’t you tell her about Demi’s condition and obtain her consent for the secret to be revealed? You know she only recently forgave me for everything. I can’t dump this on her too soon."

I don’t want to. I am hoping mother won’t allow this no matter how much Ashley tries to sway her. She’s my mother and however long it takes, she’ll eventually forgive me but Demi? I can’t say for sure what will happen to us. How will she react to the fact that I have been lying to her face from day one? She’ll burn with anger for me.

"I’ll save you the trouble by telling you that mother won’t like it at all. She has Demi convinced that one of us refused to own up to our action that night at the Blue Cove. What Demi doesn’t know is that mother has known all along which brother denied her or that mother was the one who asked you not to accept her. If you tell mother, she’ll definitely kick against it to preserve her relationship with Demi. Hence, you’ll have to leave out those details when you tell Demi the truth, for mother’s sake."

"Are you now asking me to alter the truth so the blame is mine alone to bear?"

He hesitates as the truth unsettles us. "I’m sorry Ashton."

I lurch to my feet, knocking down a few stationeries on my desk in the office.

"Is this what you call forgiveness? Your condition for forgiving me is to make me go behind mother’s back, reveal the truth to Demi and suffer under the weight of mother’s anger and disappointment? You also want me to be thoroughly hated by your wife. Ashley, don’t be like this. You’re stronger than your insecurity. Demi can and will be yours. You don’t have to make me suffer like this to attain her."

"You’re more worried about Demi’s feelings changing towards you forever than mine?" He scoffs at his end. "This is exactly why I find it hard to believe that you’re remorseful, Ashton. You don’t plan on dousing Demi’s feelings for you. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? You love that she loves and will probably always love you even when she’s on a date with me or sleeping in my bed. It makes you feel good, doesn’t it? Well, you asked for a way to end our beef and this is my condition. You’ll have to risk being hated by the women you love so I can have the one I want. You don’t have to though. We can totally live like strangers for a few more years till I can forget your wicked betrayal."

"Ashley..."

"Do you ever think about me? Have you ever put yourselves in my shoes, Ashton?" His voice wavers with emotion and my heart breaks at the pain in it. "We might look the same but our realities are very different. With everything I am dealing with because of what Tobias did to me and what YOU did to him, it’s a miracle that I am not powering through each day on hard drugs. I try to distract myself with work and women who throw themselves at me but you know these things will never fill that hollowness inside. It’s different with Demi. Because of our marriage, I got to get a glimpse of the stability and peace that comes with having a woman’s unconditional love as a bedrock. I want to have her because of that. I am not ashamed to admit that I am beyond jealous that she skipped me to have that for you and with you despite the legal knot between her and I. Call me petty or insecure but I will do whatever it takes to make her mine, even if it’s for a brief time. Is it too selfish of me to demand that my brother, who has always claimed to be my hero, gives up on my own wife? That’s for you to decide"

Unsurprisingly, he hangs up. The emotions were raw and deep. I believe them. Yet, I can’t help but feel that I don’t deserve this emotional blackmail from Ashley. We don’t have to go down this road for him to feel better about himself. Why is he okay with hurting me so badly just for a temporal thing with Demi. I am his brother. I have been with him all his life and he is going to tear me down to get a woman to be with him?

"I just don’t think it’s fair. I killed his tormentor and even gave him the credit. I have tried my best when it comes to helping Ashley overcome his trauma and for one mistake, he’s going to make me suffer?" I rake my fingers through my hair in my office while Asher and Ashal listen on the phone.

"Why aren’t you guys saying anything? Do you also think I am overreacting?"

Ashal clears his throat. "I think Ashley really wants to feel genuinely loved by a woman for a change, now more than ever, given how Shay’s actions have refreshed his trauma in his mind. He’s far more desperate for a woman’s pure love because of the self-doubts about his masculinity clawing to the surface. He’s been with Demi for four months and it was never a problem that she didn’t fancy him the way she fancies you. Shay made him this raw. I also think that he doesn’t mean to throw you under the bus. Like he explained, revealing your identity is Demi’s sole condition for giving him a shot. You can’t blame him for wanting to take her up on that offer."

"Ashal’s right." Asher adds. "Ashley requires our sympathy and understanding this trying period in his life. He feels like he’s losing on all fronts; to Shay and to you. It’s too much for him to bear so if he can’t win his war with Shay, he means to win the battle for Demi’s heart against you. Frankly, I don’t see what the big problem is, Ashton. If you are worried about mom, Ashal and I can step in for moral support and make sure she doesn’t give you a hard time. Would you be more willing to restore your relationship with Ashley by doing his wish after we take care of mom?"

My throat dries up.

"So, this is more about Demi’s reaction." Asher clucks his tongue. "You really need to let her go, Ashton. This is ridiculous."

"Ashley is our brother and he’s married to Demi. You have Mila who clearly likes you. Can you really not give up Demi to see Ashley happy?" Ashal’s voice is tinged with disgust.

"Why is no one talking about the unfairness of me bearing all the blame for something I never agreed to in the first place?" I can’t believe they’re both glossing over that fact. "And you’re both wrong. I can stand Demi’s hatred but not mother’s. We only just patched things up and now I am supposed to hurt her feelings again?"

"It’s mom, Ashton. Sure, she’ll be really pissed at you for a few days but she’ll get over it soon enough. She can’t possibly hate on you." Ashal clarifies with a trace of impatience in his voice.

"FINE." I yell into the phone. "I’ll do it, okay? I’ll tell Demi everything but first, I need some time to sort some things out. I have a major acquisition coming up at work. There are also a few things weighing heavily on my mind." I recall the newspaper cutout and our missing adoption papers that still gives me sleepless nights.

I pile on the stress that will come from my confession into the mix. Can you all help me talk Ashley into giving me a few days to clear my

me of his support since he will be working with

react when I tell her everything. I

know most of my secrets, she’s the only one whom I feel most at peace with, the only one I deeply care about.

going home and running into my family. It’s a bit difficult to face any of them right now. I don’t anyone is prepared to understand my reservations on this matter so

on my desk. When I stir awake to the

ask the

"Come home, Ash."

you, my

me." Asher quips. "I hope you’re not drunk. You know what?

to. It’s just too much on me." When he doesn’t bother to ask me what I am referring to, I connect the

"Don’t stop trying then."

you also been trying to forget that father has no record of our adoption papers in his study?" Asher breathes heavily on his side of

pay for toying with us like this but before that, I refuse to believe the rubbish she is insinuating. I will only care about the beautiful family we have and our successful businesses. Nothing else matters frankly."

for all, Asher." A light bulb comes on in my head.

"What?"

do you think these strangers have been getting our direct lines to call or text us?" Asher remains silent on his end. "They

"Bodyguards."

"Secretaries."

"Personal assistants."

"Drivers."

list could go

we didn’t look into this." I press my hands to my eyes. It will make a

tell

coming up the elevator. "I think my driver’s

on his

as goosebumps break out all over my skin. "THEN WHO THE FUCK IS IN MY OFFICE

Barry. He is three minutes out. Ashton, stay on the line and tell me

later, the elevator chimes open and I hear heavy footsteps coming towards my office. I bunch

stranger can change his/her mind and leave, I wrench the door

"Gotcha."

***

was that?" Asher

at Gris who is still holding an ice

office and pick them up in the wee hours of the

my scrawny looking, bespectacled personal assistant for three years and counting. Though I haven’t

out." I hang up

you forget,

strategy meeting. I wanted to go over a few points and realized I left it in

head to his corner office and slide open his drawer. Truly, the flash drive is where he says it is. I hand it over to him and return to my position with a

direct phone number in the last couple of weeks? Anyone at

"Sir?"

calls and texts from a stranger and I keep wondering how they got

phone number without checking with you first. It’s against

him go. Before leaving, I rehash the plan with Asher and get some of our security

***

asks me when I can’t concentrate on the game we’re playing. When I called to hang out with her because I need the distraction, I thought we were going to go

course with her dad and his golf buddies present. She doesn’t even play golf so this is definitely a set up with her dad. It

I don’t even know what I am looking at right now. I would much rather be behind a steering wheel of a Porsche somewhere, speeding across an unending

one is expecting you to be

look at her father who has barely talked to me since he mistook me

brows. "Why exactly am I here, Mila? You didn’t even tell me your

and I didn’t want you to head over to the race track days after your collision with the metal post. I want you close, where I can keep an eye on you. Just give

I can last that long." I slide my golf club back into the golf bag lying at Mila’s feet. "I’m getting out of

grip on my arm. Her eyes are no longer warm and considerate. "What’s up with you? You called to spend time with me and now you’re leaving

kind of test to win his approval of me?" I chuckle softly. "Not slick, Mila. You know I don’t give a damn about all