Four Brothers and a Bride

Chapter 123: Chapter 123

DEMI

Father stares up from his computer screen as I walk into his study, unsummoned and unaccompanied by any of his sons. This is very unusual especially for me but he and I need to have a conversation outside of other family members.

I tried to talk myself out of it but the truth is that I need to figure out a way to get father’s DNA fast. Hence, I figured that I need to find reasons to get him alone. We can’t only meet at the dining table along with the rest of the family.

"Hello, father." I greet meekly.

"What do you want?" A deep frown creases his forehead. He hates me. I really don’t care at this point.

"I won’t waste your time." I take a deep breath. "I want to resume my job at the office. I can’t be cooped up at home for nine months. I am sick of being idle."

Father leans back in his chair with an air of surprise at my boldness. "Is that a plea or a demand?"

"It’s a demand voiced like a plea, father. I have done everything this family has required of me to despite my feelings on the matter. I have been wronged and hurt. Surely, I am not asking for too much. Pregnant women can still work. I don’t think I’ll be courting any risks by going to the HQ and sitting at my desk for a few hours every day."

"It’s not about what you think, Demi. It’s about what the world thinks. Can you imagine the ridiculous headlines when my pregnant daughter-in-law resumes work?"

"I honestly don’t care about headlines. There will always be headlines, father, whether I work or not. The media will never stop hounding us even when we don’t do anything. We can’t continue to live our lives on their whim."

My eyes skirt around his desk. He has a half-empty glass of scotch that definitely has his saliva on it. I could make a grab for it.

"I am going back to work. That’s what I came here to inform you."

"You’re in no position to make such demands."

"Actually, I am." I grab his glass and swirl the scotch to his chagrin. "Because I am not pregnant. I can down this drink in one gulp and you wouldn’t bat an eyelid in worry. There’s no baby in my womb."

"Set my glass down!" He growls lowly.

"Do you truly have no sympathy for me? Even after everything I’ve been through, father? I was going to bear your first grandchild but Asher killed my unborn baby." The memory causes hot tears to sting my eyes as I give him a burning look. "I still can’t figure out why you keep glossing over that fact and yet here you are, fighting to make sure arrangements to welcome Nicci’s baby go smoothly."

"It’s Ashley’s baby too!"

"SO WAS MINE!" I fire at him, spilling a bit of the drink in my anger. "MY BABY WAS ALSO ASHLEY’SA BUT NOBODY CARES ABOUT THAT, NOT EVEN ASHLEY." I add with a broken, weepy voice.

Father rises to his feet. "You won’t return to work unless I say so. Now, stop these theatrics and go back to your room this minute!"

I back away from him, shaking my head. "I will work and you won’t stop me. If you do, I won’t be signing those divorce papers." I smile when he reacts with widened pupils. "I know you would like nothing more than for me to be out of your son’s life. Ashley still has feelings for me and if I wanted, I could sway him to keep me by his side forever. Would you like that?"

"Are you threatening me?" He throws his head back and roars with laughter. "You have no idea, do you? You have no idea the lengths I can go to remove an obstacle from my path as well as the path I have carved out for my boys. I am warning you, Demi Branson, not to test me. I love my sons and would do whatever I deem best for them. Yours and Ashley’s marriage was a mere contract. You are not worthy to be my son’s wife or the mother of my grandchildren. You will never change that no matter how hard you try. I will make life so unbearable for you that you won’t have any other option but to pack up and run for your life."

Leering at me, he leans forward, his height imposing. "DON’T EVER DREAM OF THREATENING ME OR MY FAMILY AGAIN. YOU CAN’T DO ANYTHING!"

Tears blur my eyes. While he was speaking, a scary thought crossed my mind. I know how dangerous Brett Rollins can be but I never imagined he could take things that far simply because of his dislike for me.

"You weren’t p...pleased w-with my pregnancy. Tell me you d-didn’t know Asher was g-going to h-harm my baby."

A swath of dark cloud seems to cloak the room as father gives me a lopsided grin. "Like I said, you are not worthy to be the mother of my grandchildren, Demi. Interpret that statement as you wish. Chances are that you will end up with the right deduction anyway."

fingers almost slipping from the

about Asher’s plan and didn’t stop him? I shouldn’t be surprised but somehow I am and it hurts me to have underestimated this man. My baby had to pay the price

neck and lock eyes with Asher. "Demi, what are you doing in here?" He asks with a frown that nearly matches the one spreading across

can control myself, my rage bubbles hot to the surface. My fingers tighten around the glass cup in my hand. Father’s

Asher goes down with a heavy thud. His left temple is bruised and gurgling blood. Father rushes to his son and cradles him limp body in his hands. My vision starts to become

have you done?" He croaks while shaking his boy but Asher fails to open his eyes. In seconds, the study is filled with men in black. One quick appraisal of the situation, from the unconscious son bleeding from the head

UP!" Father rouses him to no avail. "SOMEBODY CALL

correctly? I blink severally and assess the unconscious man on the floor. No! No!! God,

be him. That’s Asher!" Tears

against the men as they pull me away into the living room. The entrance door swings open and horror fills

asks, putting his

HELP! ASHTON’S HURT!" Father calls

could I have made such an egregious mistake? I have never failed to distinguish Ashton from the rest so how I could miss it now? I watch hopelessly as

so sorry, Ashton." I mutter under my breath as tears wrack my body. "I didn’t mean to

"Are you deaf?"

eyes at the man yelling in my face.

his skull in with the glass in my hand as I remember what he did to my baby. I decide against letting my anger

give father and son one last sizzling look before turning and

hope father is too distracted to notice I had left with his glass cup or even if he does, I am praying he doesn’t make a big deal of it and goes ahead to fetch himself another. I stow the cup away in a zip lock bag to

to hurt my child? I guess I am just starting to realize how meaningless my life is in the mansion and how father can make me disappear whenever he wants, just as soon as he is able to offer the public a good excuse and fend off

wonder. He wouldn’t believe me if I told him. He wouldn’t do anything about it now. If he could forgive his brother so quickly, then why can’t he forgive his father? Tears roll down my face as

open. My body aches from sleeping in a bad posture

"Go away!"

of silence stretches on

"Demi, it’s me."

last hour reliving the horror of my imagination in father’s study. Slowly, I open the door and surely, he is standing outside my room. His face is mired with a vague expression I am unable to discern. He doesn’t come in like I expect him to. That is how I know he is pissed even though his face hardly shows

"What is it?"

to ask you one more time, Demi. Did you slip down

just like he is now, days ago. She offered to help me get out of my predicament if I truly wish it. She hinted at a public accident that will give the Rollins family a hard time in convincing the

threat to her happiness. She can never be my ally so if she was

asked again that day. I took my sweet

to get me in trouble with my in-laws? You would like nothing better, wouldn’t

to wed me and that stings. I have a feeling that our wedding might be rushed to distract people from

can’t trust you blindly. You’ll have to earn

am I supposed to

me to stage a public accident? How about accidentally slipping down a flight

good."

have to push

"What?" She shrieked.

trust you and handle the real accident myself. C’mon, you wouldn’t trust me either if

seconds. "A test. Fine but this better not come back to haunt me or I will be your worst nightmare.

pregnancy too soon, everyone here will

how well you stage the accident.

Ashton’s face before walking back to my closet. Like I hoped, he follows me and slams the

didn’t answer me!" This time, his voice is