Revenge? Is that really what I want? Or do I just want my ex-husband’s younger brother? *•*•*•*•*•* The plan was simple—marry Maverick Sinclair, give him an heir, and in return, he’d help me destroy my ex-husband, Sebastian Sinclair. One year. One child. One deal. But then again, nothing is ever that simple. Because how do I give Maverick a child… when I’m already hiding his first one in plain sight? I should tell him, so Maverick can finally take his rightful place as CEO and have his revenge against his father and brother, right? Wrong. I will protect my daughter with everything I have. *•*•*•*•*•* WARNING‼️ This isn’t just a love story—it’s a BATTLEFIELD! So buckle up, grab your popcorn, and prepare for a wild, DRAMA-FILLED ride!
view moreIRIS The second I opened my eyes, I regretted it.My head was pounding seriously. The light filtering through the curtains only made things worse, making me feel like my brain was getting stabbed. Hard. My tongue felt heavy, and my stomach…Oh my God.I stumbled across the room, barely making it to the bathroom in time to throw up the remnants of last night’s horrible choices.Everything fucking burned. My chest. My throat.My pride.Pressing my forehead against the cold toilet seat, I tried to get myself together. Tried so hard not to cry.And I succeeded, for the most part.By the time I was done brushing my teeth and washing my face, I still felt like hell. But at least it was a bit more bearable.I was starving. Hadn’t eaten a single thing since last night. Not before I drank the wine, and not after. Though I would’ve if not for her.Layla.I stepped out of my room into the main suite, ready to order room service, when I froze.Right there, in the middle of the coffee table, was
IRIS The expression on Maverick’s face softened, and I felt my walls building up. “Iris—”The elevator dinged.I stepped out the second the doors opened, not waiting for him to follow. But I could feel him on my heels.Why the hell was I even feeling like this? Maverick and I weren’t a couple. Not in private, anyway.Deep down, I’d known that getting into a sexual relationship with him would ruin things. Make me get attached. Make me feel too much.But instead, I listened to my body. Not my mind.“I didn’t name the company after her,” Maverick said quietly. “Not like the way you think.”I scoffed. He really did think I was stupid. My hand on the door leading to my room, I started to twist the knob, but the next words that came out of Maverick’s mouth stopped me.“She died,” he said. “And I needed something that felt like purpose. I needed…” he trailed off, letting out a sharp breath.I tilted my head, unsure what I was hearing as I turned to face him. “What do you mean she died?”The
IRIS I didn’t know how long I’d been sitting at the bar. Twenty minutes? An hour? I’d drank enough wine to last me the rest of the week. Hell, maybe even two weeks.I was more than tipsy. I was drunk.Funny how I was only impulsively drinking so I could try to forget what had happened in the suite, but now, that was all I could think about.I groaned, pressing a hand to my forehead.Layla.She was beautiful in a way that made me feel plain. More elegant than someone like me could ever be. She had captured Maverick’s heart once upon a time. And why wouldn’t she?All I could think about was her hand on his chest, on his jaw. The way Maverick looked at her. As if she was his whole world. Well, I mean, she had been at some point.But what if she still was?I didn’t know her, had never heard of her, but I could feel it. Maverick had once loved this woman. It made me think about him saying he doesn’t date. Was it because of her?Why the hell was she here? How on earth did she have access
MAVERICK “I can’t do this anymore.”The words felt like gravel in my throat, but I said them anyway. Because it wasn’t a matter of how I felt, it was a matter of necessity.This had to be done. For her. For me. For both of us.Layla stood frozen in the middle of my room, arms tightly wrapped around herself like she was trying to physically stop herself from falling apart.Her eyes searched mine. Wide. Wet. Disbelieving.“You… you don’t mean that.”“I do,” I said, softer now, but more firm. “We’re not good for each other, Layla. We haven’t been for a while.”We were an unhealthy pair. A toxic pair. And with everything that was going on in my life. My father. My brother. My grandfather…It was all too much. I couldn’t be here anymore. I couldn’t do this.Her head shook violently, and she let out a sharp laugh. “You’re just mad. We had a fight. Couples fight—”“This isn’t about just a fight,” I cut in, running my hand through my hair as I paced around my dorm room. “It’s the lies. The w
MAVERICK I was dreaming.I had to be.There was no other way to explain it. No fucking way this was real. No fucking way that people could rise up from the dead.If Iris couldn’t see her, I would have gotten myself checked into a mental facility for seeing things. But she could. She could see. She just didn't know who she was.But I did. Layla Moss was dead. I’d woken up in the hospital, barely breathing, with people telling me she didn't make it. That she was gone. That they couldn’t even find her body.So how… how the fuck was she standing right here in my penthouse suite?“Layla?” I didn't even recognize my own voice. My legs were working on their own, moving forward, moving towards Layla. “What…how…”She tilted her head, sipping from the champagne flute, that damn smirk on her face. That was always a sign that she was about to mess with my head. She hadn‘t changed.Not one bit.“Just thought I’d surprise you, darling,” she said, winking at me. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”I t
IRIS Maverick’s footsteps were quiet, but I still felt him before I saw him. I lifted my head, my vision still blurry from all the tears that I’d refused to wipe away. And there he was, standing in the doorway, his tall frame tense as he leaned against the doorpost. His sharp eyes were zeroed in on me, and in his eyes was an expression that I couldn’t quite place. And then, in a voice that I wasn’t even sure he was capable of, he said, “Hey, little one.” Chelsea turned her head slightly, her small body still curled against me. And when she saw him, she blinked up at him, her big blue eyes filled with curiosity. “Who are you?” She asked, glancing at me, and then, back at him. Maverick stepped forward, slowly and carefully, as if he didn’t want to startle her. And then bent at the knees, crouching beside the bed so they were almost at eye level. “I’m Maverick,” he said, offering her a small smile. “I’m a friend of your sister’s.” Chelsea’s hand tightened weakly around my fing
IRIS Nothing about the hospital calmed me. Not the smell of disinfectant or the distinct smell of air freshener in the air. Not the soft blue colored walls that had slight cracks in them. Not Maverick’s hand which was pressed against my lower back as we followed behind the nurse who had been assigned to take us to Chelsea’s room. My heart was pounding so hard and fast again my ribcage, I could barely hear anything over the sound of it. She was here. My baby sister, Chelsea. Every single step I took was heavier than the last and my pulse raced with a mix of anxiety and something else I couldn’t name. Fear? Anticipation? I had no idea. I could already feel the walls closing in. Could already feel the panic rising in my chest. With a jolt, I realized that it had been quite a while since my last panic attack. Maverick applied pressure to my lower back, leaning in so his mouth grazed my earlobe. “Iris.” His voice was low and steady, pulling me out of my thoughts. I turned to
MAVERICKI had to fight hard against my inner voices, because all they wanted was to thrust hard into Iris until she forgot her own damn name.But patience… That was the keyword, and I had to exercise it.Iris wasn’t a meal to be rushed. She was a meal to be enjoyed. To be savored. And I was going to savor every single taste and smell of her until I got my fill.“Hands back on the window, Angel,” I muttered into her hair, enjoying the way she shivered as she did what I said.“My obedient baby girl,” I said, and Iris arched her back in response, her ass grazing the front of my pants. Grazing my hard cock.I knew she would like that.I ran my middle finger along her slit, spreading her wetness over and around her clit. And then I began to massage it, circling around her pulsing clit as Iris’s shivering intensified.“Oh my God,” she moaned, her head falling back into my chest as I pushed two of my fingers into her dripping hole.“Always so damn wet for me,” I breathed as I fucked her wit
IRIS After we landed, there was a car and a driver waiting to take us to our hotel.Keeping my gaze on the dark streets of Louisiana as we drove past, I tried to steady my raging nerves. My body still felt warm from the plane ride, but my mind was elsewhere.Tomorrow, I was going to meet my sister.I had no idea how to feel about it. A mix of excitement and anxiety pressed into my chest. My mother really had another daughter. Chelsea was real. And she was waiting for me.Words couldn’t express how grateful I was to Maverick Sinclair.He sat beside me, his hand rubbing circles on my thigh as he scrolled through his phone. He looked completely at ease, as if this was natural. As if it was just another night.My mind, on the other hand, was going in circles as I tried to process everything.I stole a glance at him, giving him a tired smile, because genuinely, I was tired.“You’re awfully quiet.”Maverick hummed, not looking up from his phone. “Just handling a few things.”“For work?”“F
IRISIt was all I could do not to fall asleep behind the wheel as I drove home. It was a long day at the hospital and all I wanted to do was change out of the scrubs I was wearing, take a hot shower, and rest in my husband’s arms.I stepped my foot a bit harder against the gas pedal. I really hoped Sebastian was home. The past few days had been a rollercoaster, but I was ready to fix everything. He didn't need to apologize for the insults he’d rained on me a week ago. I deserved them. We’d been married for over two years and I couldn’t get pregnant. What kind of woman was I?I slowed down as I approached the parking garage, a feeling of excitement coursing through me despite my fatigue. I had good news for Seb. I’d officially obtained my nursing license.Dragging myself out of my car, I took out the box of cake I’d picked up at the bakery on my way over and headed towards the elevator. But as I approached, I saw a familiar figure walking towards me.“Malcolm?” I called out. Malcolm wa...
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