Chapter 132: A Trap

Ashton's POV

I knew Megan was not happy that I shopped for her parents, but I felt glad she didn't stop me from doing it, and I enjoyed doing simple things for them, and it made me feel closer to them.

Ava was ecstatic the entire time together with Axel. They both chose clothes and shoes without feeling pressured; they took their time and enjoyed the moment.

It was a beautiful day to spend with Megan's family. I could tell Megan's parents were hesitant to receive the items I bought for them, but I could tell it was because of their daughter. I knew the history between Dexter and Isabelle.

I could tell her father was afraid that the same thing would happen to us, but I did my best to show them how much I loved their daughter, and nothing could tear us apart, not even my dad.

I am still overwhelmed by my father's change of heart, we didn't have a private conversation after my last talk with him, and it wasn't a good one, but it yielded something beneficial to all of us, not only to my wife and son.

I know my siblings were happy that my father was now talking with Megan in a friendly manner. I didn't expect he would do what he promised me, and I hope his treatment of Megan will not change after one week.

I could tell by then he would realize Megan was the best wife I could ever have.

"Thank you, Ashton," Megan's dad said after I drove him home.

"It was nothing, dad; that is the least I can do for you, I wanted to do it when you came to Majuscule, but we didn't have enough time," I responded.

"You don't need to do it, son," he said as he smiled at me.

"It was my pleasure, dad," I responded.

"Your mom is cooking 

My father's household went crazy the following days as we got ready for the party. Isabelle encouraged us to help, and we were all happy to oblige, from the decorations and even cleaning the house.

The household staff had fun as they watched us with awe as we helped them with their chores, and I could see Axel becoming more excited than us.

My mom hired a party organizer, and we took time to discuss with her the details and highlights of the said event; my siblings were happy and having so much fun since our father showed his other side.

Even the maids got so shocked by my father's attitude towards them; I could tell that he was trying to be a reasonable person to everyone.

Dad recognized our opinions.

When we gave him the final list of our guests, he didn't have any violent reaction, and in fact, he encouraged us to invite our high school friends before the party, but we all agreed to spend more time with our siblings since we missed each other.

"My love, I needed to see Dexter," my wife said after we were done talking with the party organizer.

"Okay, we can go together, Megan," I said.

"I can go alone; you don't need to come with me, I want you to spend more time with your sister and brothers, and I want you to be with our son while I am away for a while," Megan responded, and I couldn't stop from feeling hurt that she didn't want me to come with her.

"Don't you want to be seen with me? Aren't you proud I am your husband?" I asked, and my wife laughed at me.

"Are you serious right now, my love?" She asked, and I tried to hide my disappointment by shaking my head.

"I was only kidding, Meg," I replied, even if I felt hurt that she didn't ask me to drive her around the city since it was my dream to show her around our hometown while she was wearing the ring on her finger as a reminder that we belonged to each other.

"Can I borrow your car?" She asked, and my wife looked so hot as she bit her lower lip and looked at me, and I wanted to come with her, but I could tell she wanted to be alone with her brother.

"No, unless you will allow me to come with you," I said, and she pouted her lips.

"Come on, Meg, please, take me with you," I begged, but she only shook her head as she looked at me with seriousness.

"Ashton, I have to speak with my brother alone," Megan responded, and my face fell.

"Okay, but you should call me when you arrive at his place," I replied as I handed her the car keys.

"Of course I will," Megan answered.

"Drive safely, my love," I stated, and she smiled at me, showcasing her perfect white teeth.

"I couldn't believe you would give me that look, Ashton," my wife said as she turned around without taking the keys from my hand, and I grinned from ear to ear.

"I guess you should drive me to Dexter's place, and you can pick me up later; I will call you when we are done talking," Megan added, and I jumped to my feet as I said yes.

We left after telling my sister Megan needed to see one of her friends, and I know she was trying to avoid mentioning Dexter's name for my sister's sake.

I know how much Megan loved Isabelle, and she was trying her best to help them to get back together, and I could tell her brother was having doubts.

"Thank you, Ashton," Megan said after she gave me a quick peck on the lips.

"You are welcome, my love; see you later," I replied, and she was waving her hand at me as I drove away from Dexter's apartment, and I wanted to see my brother-in-law and help my wife to convince him to come to the party.

Our mansion was quiet when I got back, and when I went to the family room, I hadn't seen my brothers and my son; I was wondering where they could be, so I searched the entire house.

"Are you looking for the boys?" Isabelle asked when I found her sitting on the chaise lounge.

"Where are they?" I asked.

"They went to our favorite place," Belle answered, and I was shocked.

"They bring dad with them?" I asked, and she nodded her head.

"Oh, I couldn't believe they can make dad come with them," I responded with amusement on my face.

" It was your son's idea since Axel told our father that he wanted to have star gazing, and Cole told your son about that perfect spot, and dad volunteered to take Axel there, and our brothers agreed to come with them," Isabelle explained after she saw the worries on my face. I relaxed as I talked to my sister.

"Why do you always want to be alone here, Belle," I said as I looked at her.

"I love it here, Ashton; watching the water in the pool relaxes my mind." She replied.

"I knew you were worried about something," I declared, and she released a heavy sigh.

"I am fine, Ashton; everything seemed perfect," she replied.

"Every time you come to this place, I know you are bothered about something; you can tell me anything, Isabelle," I stated, and she raised her head and looked at me.

"I was only wondering why our father was acting so weird," she replied, and I furrowed my forehead.

"Are you doubtful about his actions?" I asked, and she nodded her head at me.

"I wanted to believe him, but I couldn't stop my instinct from doubting him, and I knew I should give our father a chance, but I couldn't stop feeling so worried about this party, Ashton." Isabella declared, and I was shocked by her words, and it made me think about what was going on

"Ashton, I am sorry to disappoint you; I know how much you wanted to believe that dad would welcome your wife and son with open arms, but I could tell this party is a trap," she added.

"Belle, I know how much you hated dad, and you are the best actress by not showing your real feelings; you were hiding the anger inside your heart after what dad had done to you, but I think we needed to give our father a chance to prove himself that he could change," I responded.

"I don't think he can understand what our heart desired, Ashton; dad will always be heartless." My sister mumbled with sadness all over he face.

"Don't say that, Belle; he is still our father; it is about time you should let go of that hatred and give him a chance," I replied.

"Ashton, don't be fooled by our father; I was telling you the truth, I could tell he was planning something bigger, and I want you to be extra careful. Don't believe in his lies, or else you will get hurt again." Isabelle declared.

"Belle, I don't think dad can do that to us," I insisted.

"Dad is capable of ruining all of us in one night, Ashton. Do you want to bet?" She asked, and I was wondering what was happening to Isabelle, why she was she was suddenly acting weird. 

I could tell no matter how I convinced my sister to trust our father, she won't listen, and I knew it; she was only pretending that she was happy being with our dad.

"I don't know, Belle," I replied in more than a whisper.

Isabelle excused herself while I was left dumbfounded, and I suddenly felt alarmed, thinking, what if my sister was right?