Four Brothers and a Bride

Chapter 133: Chapter 133

DEMI

The flight to the remote Island where Nicola is staying is approximately four hours, as our pilot informed us. I am glad I convinced Ashley to take me to see her since the mansion has been unconducive lately. It was easier to convince him because Nicci hasn’t been taking his calls either and he was already starting to worry.

I made sure the trip happened today knowing the longer we take, the more complicated things could get if truly Nicci has any issues with her pregnancy. I need to make sure and figure out a way to turn things in a direction favorable to me.

I inhale a long breath and look out the panoramic window, at the bright sky. We’ve only been airborne for thirty minutes on one of the family’s private jets but I still haven’t been able to relax. My mind is haunted with troubling thoughts.

Ashley looks up from his phone and takes in my restless movements.

"Everything okay?"

I shrug my shoulders at him. "Just jittery. I can’t seem to get used to being airborne."

"Don’t be too hard on yourself. You’ll adjust in time." He leans forward to rub my knee reassuringly. His smile almost has me floored so I look away.

The truth is that my uneasiness has nothing to do with the flight. I haven’t been able to get thoughts of my lunch date with uncle Marcel out of my head.

I had gone to have lunch with him at a restaurant in a hotel a little further away from the mansion. I had to clear things up for him so he doesn’t come in and fuck up everything I’ve been working on for many years.

After the pleasantries, hugs, tears and catching up were out of the way, he pinned me with a deep look I couldn’t decipher as I toyed with my food and narrated the circumstances that led to my marriage. I bet he already heard a thing or two so there wasn’t much I could alter on that front, except the true identity of the man I wedded that fateful night. I also didn’t mention the existence of a marriage contract with Ashley. On the surface, it appeared that I was in a good marriage.

I watched him too to gauge his reaction whenever I mentioned my in-laws. His face didn’t contort in the faintest hint of anger while I calmly described them like fairly decent people. I deduced that my uncle must not know the ugly parts of the Rollins family and their direct involvement in the death of my parents.

He reached forward and closed a hand over mine.

"You never struck me as one meant for life in the spotlight. Are you truly happy, Demi?"

"Yes." I answered too fast. He chuckled.

"And the man you married? Do you love him and vice versa?"

At that moment, I thought of Ashton who was the man I truly married that night after all.

"Yes, we love each other dearly." Uncle Marcel smiled like I had actual stars in my eyes as I replied.

"That’s more convincing. I’m glad to know you’re happy and they treat you right in spite of the gaping difference in your economic bracket and theirs. Not a lot of billionaires are good with treating plebeians as decent human beings."

I force a smile before stuffing some crisp veggies in my mouth.

notch. "Does it have something to do with the fact that you’re the daughter of their former staff who died in a work-related accident in one of their properties? Do you figure it would make for awkward introductions or

water and rubs my back gently. I chug

course, I was a bit skeptical given the history shared between our family and theirs. For that reason, I sought an annulment but Mrs. Rollins begged me to give the relationship a try. It turned out okay. The family turned out to be decent folks. I have never mentioned having an uncle so it might seem strange that one popped out of nowhere. Plus, the timing sucks. The family is dealing with a

in with similar marriage claims against her sons, even pregnancy claims.

reach for the pitcher of water and pour myself another glass, avoiding my uncle’s eyes

don’t know you’re Camille’s

and Kira are my relatives. If you want to be introduced to them, you’ll have to promise not to bring up the tragic death of my parents. I don’t want my in-laws to look at me differently. I

in his seat. His food was

I want you to be truly honest with

here it goes, I thought to

you were getting drunk with and married that fateful night was a son of the Rollins family? Was

"What do you mean, uncle? Are you calling me

fleshed out script is playing in my head and it sounds more authentic to me than what you’re saying. I remember how adamant you were that your parents were murdered. You even badgered the police officer in charge of the case with questions and calls to convey your thoughts and theories about what transpired that night at the mall. It baffles me to believe that that spitfire

the tablecloth. When he saw it, his eyes deemed with

didn’t orchestrate your marriage as a way into that family because you have

I didn’t know any better. Why would I hold a grudge when the investigations proved it was an accident, huh? Are you implying my parents were

dad. This is exactly

glaring at him. Why wasn’t he as mad as I was?

of taking the law into my own hands as I habitually did back then but I realized that even if I succeeded or failed, they would come for you, for Elizabeth and Kira. They would wipe out our entire family. That’s what powerful people like the Rollins family do, Demi and your in-laws are far more powerful now than they were years back.

managed to

at him. "I know better than most people how quickly the thrill of revenge dissipates. I have done time for taking revenge on people. Revenge only lasts seconds and then you’re saddled with intense guilt. Unless you go through

lips. "Am I in an alternate universe or something? Are you seriously preaching

endured the pain of losing your parents and let you stay with your aunt because I hoped you’d

me worry about that." I dumped my napkin on the table and attempted to leave but he yelled my name so authoritatively,

MISSY. I’M NOT DONE TALKING TO

persona wasn’t lost after all, I thought as I slid back into my seat amidst awkward stares in our

flash with fear

and gone, Demi. You’re no less than a daughter to me and I can tell you for free that Camille would hate to see what you’ve become. My brother too. Their sweet little girl who should be off studying, exploring the world, enjoying true love or starting her own family being obsessed with avenging their deaths to

stung my eyes. He took my hands

his family, leave him. Go start a new life. Give yourself a chance to heal properly. Please Demi,

my hands back and wiped my tears. "It’s too late now. I

"Demi..."

down with them. Somebody has to stop them and so far, nobody has. Everyone looks the other way when they throw money at them. I just need a few more months and that family will be on their knees. I

can’t let

running to tell them my true identity either because if you do, we all die. How would you face my parents then?" I loop my handbag across my shoulder and lean down to kiss his forehead. "Thanks for stopping by, uncle Marcel.