Ashley's POV

Suddenly, the music coming from downstairs stopped. I pulled back, puzzled.

"Why did the music stop?" I asked.

He shrugged his shoulders and continued kissing my neck.

I ran my fingers through his hair as I closed my eyes, enjoying his touches.

I pulled back as I heard noises coming from downstairs. This time Blaze was suspicious too.

"What is going on?" I asked, worried.

"I don't know. We should go downstairs." He said with a serious expression. I nodded.

When we arrived downstairs, I froze in my place. My face went white.

Oh no!

Everyone looked at us as they saw us. My father was looking at Blaze angrily. George clenched his fist as he saw Blaze and me together. I could not breathe anymore. I felt I was going to faint.

I turned my gaze from my father to the screen, where my photos with Blaze kissing, making out were showing. I felt dizzy. Blaze caught me by my waist quickly, not letting me fall down.

"Ashley!" Blaze exclaimed in worry.

I inhaled and exhaled slowly, trying to pull myself together.

"Are you okay?" Blaze asked, concerned. I nodded, but my legs were still trembling.

George approached us, his face hard. "To my office!" He demanded angrily.

I looked at Blaze nervously. He gave me a reassuring smile. We followed his father.

The atmosphere was so tense in the office. My parents, Blaze's parents and James were here. James was leaning against the wall, his arms folded over his chest. My father didn't say anything, but I sensed he made so much effort to hold himself.

"What the fuck is going on?!" George barked, looking at us.

"Dad..."

"What?!" George cut Blaze off. "Especially you Ashley, I have never expected it from you." He said in disappointment. "How irresponsible and low of you!" He turned towards James and added. "From both of you. Damn! If you don't respect each other as husband and wife, at least you should think about your son. If you think I will let both of you continue messing around, you are wrong. I will not let his parents..." He pointed his index finger at James and me as he continued. "...Make my grandchild's life unbearable."

"Don't involve me in this." James said, annoyed as he gave me a cold look.

"Why?! I didn't forget your photos too." George said sarcastically.

James sighed as he put his hands into his pockets and said. "I didn't do anything wrong. And if even I did, it didn't concern anyone."

"Of course, it concerns us. Don't you think how ashamed my grandchild will be when he hears these shits about his parents?" George snapped.

"Yes, your grandchild, but not my son." James said.

Everyone looked at him, puzzled. I felt dizzy again. My heart was beating faster.

"What the hell are you talking about?!" My father asked angrily as he broke his silence.

"We didn't get married." He stated bitterly, looking into Blaze's eyes. Blaze rolled his eyes at him.

"What the hell are you talking about, James?! Are you drunk?" George shouted.

"No, I am so sober. Aspen is your grandchild, yes, but the father is Blaze, not me." My parents and George gasped in shock.

I felt bad; I grabbed the head of the armchair for support.

"What the hell are you talking about?" George snapped, confused.

"Ask your son." James responded nonchalantly as he pointed to Blaze.

"Blaze?" George snapped.

Blaze slid his fingers between mine and held my hand. He looked into James's eyes, then, he turned his gaze to his father as he confessed proudly. "Aspen is my son."

"What the hell is going on?!" My father snapped.

My mother grabbed his arm. "Mark, calm down." She pleaded.

"I am sorry. I was afraid of telling you when I found out about my pregnancy. I needed some time and James helped me." I had looked at James before I continued. "But when I saw Blaze in the mansion and found out that they are siblings, it had already been late for stopping this fake marriage." I gave them an apologetic look. "I am really sorry. I should not lie, but I had my reasons."

"It is my fault." Blaze intervened. "She was obliged to lie, because she thought I didn't love her." He sighed as he gave me an apologetic look. "When she wanted to tell me about her pregnancy, she heard my conversation with Mike." He took a deep breath as he continued. "She heard that I got a bet with Mike that I would make her fall in love with me."

"What?!" My father snapped.

My mother tightened her grip around his arm as he wanted to approach Blaze.

"I am sorry about everything. But I fell in love with her." He looked at me affectionately as he paused. "That day I told Mike that I wanted to end this bet. But she didn't hear all our conversation and broke up with me without letting me explain."

"It is..." George shook his head in disapproval without finishing his sentence.

"We were going to tell the truth after the ceremony. But we were late, you found out before." Blaze said.

"We are leaving now!" My father snapped at my mother.

"Mark." My mother gave him a begging look.

"Now! I heard enough." He gave me a death glare and stormed out. My mother gave me an apologetic look and followed him.

Blaze wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer to him, giving me an apologetic look.

"Who put the tape then? Who knows about....this relationship?" His father asked as he tried to find suitable words.

Blaze's muscles tensed up.

"I don't know, but I will find that bastard." Blaze said angrily as he gave James a dirty look.

Does he suspect James? No, it could not be him. Yes, he was angry at us, but he couldn't do this to me nor Blaze. He wasn't this kind of person.

"Why do you look at me? Do you think it is me?" James snapped.

"Yes." Blaze snapped in confidence as he wanted to approach him. I grabbed his arm tightly,stopping him.

"Please,Blaze. He could not do this." I pleaded.

James faked a smile. "Do you know Blaze?! Think what you want! I am bored of this shit!" James hissed and left, slamming the door behind him.