ASHTON
"Do we know who leaked it?" I ask, storming into the mansion. Ashley is hunched over the antique bar with a forlorn look on his face. Mother has her head in her hands. Father's jaw is clenched almost as tightly as his shut eyes. Asher is on his iPad, scrolling with a hot glare. Mila is rubbing mother's back in small circles and whispering soft assurances.
"Who else could it be?" Asher snarls, throwing Ashley a steaming look. "I thought you had it handled. I thought you had her handled. How the fuck did she muster the courage to go against us like this?"
"Nicci doesn't have it in her to go against me!" Ashley snaps. A bead of sweat lines his forehead as he straightens his spine. "This has to be her father's doing. He's been suspicious of her condition lately. Maybe he somehow figured she's pregnant and is trying to manipulate her as usual."
"There you go defending her again." I snap at him.