IRIS
It 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 was our family lawyer and Seb’s best friend. He was dressed in a suit, holding a brown envelope which he tried to hide behind him as he saw me walking towards him. “Iris,” his eyebrows shot up. “Hey.” “Hey,” I said. “What are you doing here? Is there a problem?” Malcolm hesitated. Though it was brief—a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes— I caught it. There definitely was a problem, and it was my job to find out what it was. “Look, I-Iris,” he started to stutter, but the envelope he was hiding finally came into view. “We can’t do this here.” Feeling annoyed, I snapped, my voice sharp. “What is that? If there’s something wrong— which, clearly there is, or you wouldn’t be here— I deserve to know.” Malcolm exhaled resignedly, finally handing the envelope to me. “I wasn’t supposed to give you this here.” His voice was soft and filled with what I recognized as pity. My hand shook as I grabbed the envelope from him, and I dropped the cake box on the ground so I could open it with both hands. It felt too light to be anything important, but the moment I saw the words printed at the top of the paper, all the air left my lungs and I suddenly forgot how to breathe. Petition for Dissolution of Marriage. These were divorce papers. “What?” My voice was small, cracked. And as I looked up at Malcolm for some sort of explanation—maybe it was just a misunderstanding— the solemn expression on his face told me all I needed to know. “I’m sorry, Iris. I hate to do this to you. Seb…” But I couldn’t hear anything anymore except for the ringing in my ears. As I stumbled towards the elevator and pressed the button, my legs threatened to give way under me. “Iris. Iris, wait.” Malcolm sounded worried. “You don’t want to go up right now.” But it was too late. The doors had closed and I could feel the elevator ascending. I stared at the papers in my hand, my vision blurring. This had to be a mistake. It had to be! Sebastian wouldn't… he wouldn’t do this. Not like this. Not without talking it out with me first. The soft ding of the elevator informed me that I had arrived at our penthouse, and as the door opened, I said the one name that had been on my mind all day. “Sebastian.” Bile rose up my throat and it was all I could do not to throw up on the carpet. “Sebastian!” I called louder this time, storming towards our bedroom. I barely registered the pair of heels sitting by the door before I twisted the knob, opening the door to a scene that shattered my heart to pieces a hundred times over. Sebastian was in bed with another woman. Both were naked and they rushed to cover themselves with the duvet while I stood there, unable to process the situation before me. My legs wobbled like noodles. I held on to the doorpost for support. “Iris?” “Seb?” I was breathless. “What is… what is this? Who is that?” Sebastian jumped out of the bed, picked up his boxers from the floor, and put it on. He started to approach me. “We should talk about this outside—” I tried to walk past him towards the bed to see who the homewrecker was but he reached for me, pulling me towards the door. Not before I saw the face of the woman on the bed. Eleanor Hayes, my husband’s one and only assistant. And my best friend. I was too stunned to speak as Sebastian led me out of the room, my gaze locked onto Eleanor’s wide-eyed stare. “I-I thought you had a double shift at the hospital tonight,” Sebastian lamely tried to defend. Slowly, I forced myself to meet his eyes, studying the expression on his face. On the surface, he seemed worried, probably because I looked like a crazed lunatic at the moment, but I wasn’t stupid— at least, not at that moment. I could see the underlying expression. Mirth. He was amused by what he’d just done to me, not worried or sorry. Shocked laughter escaped my lips. “So what? If you knew I was coming home, you wouldn’t have brought Eleanor home to fuck her?” “Iris—” “You wouldn’t have asked Malcolm to give me these fucking papers because of how much of a damn coward you are?” I shoved the papers in his face. My hands were shaking and my breathing had become erratic. I knew what was coming, but I was too filled with rage and adrenaline to calm myself down. Sebastian’s nostrils flared as the papers fell to the floor. He turned his back on me, pulling at his hair with exasperation as he scoffed. “You know fucking what?” He turned to face me. “Yeah, I did that. I fucked Eleanor, and I want a divorce. What are you going to do about it, Iris?” Tears clouded my vision as I bit out, “You’re pathetic.” Sebastian only laughed, but his gaze turned deadly as he moved even closer to me, forcefully gripping my chin. “No, you are. A fucking sorry excuse for a woman, that’s what you are,” he spat. “Been married to you for so fucking long and I have nothing to show for it! But guess what? Eleanor and I have been fucking for only a month and she is pregnant. Don’t you feel silly? Don’t you feel fucking stupid?” I couldn’t breathe. No matter how hard I tried to take deep breaths, my lungs wouldn’t let me. “You’re lying,” I whispered. The fire was gone, all that was left was a hollow ache where the anger used to be. “That’s not true. You’re lying.” I opened my mouth to speak again but a voice cut in. A raspy voice. One that I used to love listening to as we laughed and cried together. Now all it reminded me of was nails scraping on a chalkboard. “It’s true,” Eleanor said as she came into view. “I’m pregnant, Iris.” The force of her words made me stumble backward. This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t fucking happening to me. Eleanor wouldn’t do that to me, would she? Sebastian stretched a hand out to her and she sauntered over to him dressed in his shirt. “We didn’t plan it,” she continued, smirking at me. “It just… happened.” “We’re done, Iris,” Sebastian sighed. “You’re a liability to me. There’s no way I’m becoming a CEO with you in my life. So, just sign the fucking papers and leave, okay?” A wet, shaky laugh escaped me. Just sign the fucking papers and leave. Like I was nothing but dirt under his shoes. But I did it. I picked the papers up and signed them at the kitchen counter. One last blow to my dignity. And then, my chest caving in, I stumbled out of the penthouse. I kept my back turned to the elevator doors because I couldn't watch the smirks on their faces as it closed shut. I felt humiliated, used, stupid. I dug my nails into my palm as I approached my car. Each breath I took was more shallow than the last and my pulse continuously pounded in my ears. As I turned the key in the ignition, I knew I was doing the one thing I wasn’t supposed to do during a panic attack, but at that moment, I couldn't bring myself to care. I had to get away from that environment. And so I drove. And I drove and I drove until I couldn’t make sense of the dark roads in front of me. I drove until my vision blurred and I was unable to see, but I couldn’t stop. I was worthless. I deserved to die. Why couldn’t someone just— Bang! I felt my body move forward due to the force of the car that hit mine, but it was all over before it even started. It wasn’t enough. I was still okay. I heard the sound of a door being opened, and I watched in darkness as a figure resembling a man approached me. Perfect. I couldn’t even die right. I felt the tears start to pour again and this time I didn't hold it back. I screamed like a mad woman.MAVERICK I was seething.I never planned to come back to Seattle. Not this soon. But sometimes, certain things cannot be ignored.My father and brother had crossed the damn line.I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, my teeth aching from how hard my jaw was clenched. My phone buzzed in the cup holder, but I didn’t look at it. I knew it was a text from Dwayne, my business partner and best friend, and the only person I trusted in this godforsaken city. He probably wanted to know if I’d touched down yet.We hadn’t seen each other in a few years, mostly because I was taking care of things in the Netherlands, but partly because the two people I hated and distrusted the most lived here, and I’d be damned before I breathed in the same air as them.But I was back. I may have let all the other fuck ups and stunts they pulled roll off my back, but not this. I’d made my decision the moment I found out what my family had done. They’d thought they could take what was mine and get away with
IRIS “Oh,” I gasped when ‘John’s’ surprised gaze met mine.I forgot to take the towel with me to the bathroom, but in my defense, I didn't think he would just barge in without even knocking.“Shit,” he cursed, stepping back and gently shutting the door.I moved to the closet, taking out a white towel from the numerous towels that were in there, and then I wrapped myself with it and walked to the door, opening it without hesitation.His back was facing me, but he turned as I opened the door. “Sorry about that,” I said. My face felt hot all of a sudden.John’s eyes flickered down briefly before snapping back up to my face. If I didn't know any better, I would’ve thought he looked… affected. Though I wasn't sure whether it was from the embarrassment or something else.He cleared his throat. “I should be the one apologizing. I wasn’t thinking,” he breathed, handing me a pair of clothes. “Figured you might need something to wear.”I hesitated before reaching out to take them. My fingers b
IRIS (Two years later) “Where is it?” I groaned as I searched my carry-on for the umpteenth time on the verge of tears.I was exhausted. I had been up since dawn, triple-checking my bags, confirming my flight details, and making sure that I had everything necessary for my journey home.But now, as I stood in the middle of the Amsterdam airport. I could feel the frustration and irritation building slowly beneath my skin.Because my passport was gone. Fucking missing.I turned everything out of my suitcase and onto the floor, praying that maybe I’d lost it in my clothes or something. But it was no use. I’d checked a million times and it wasn’t in any of my bags.I cursed under my breath, feeling my heart begin to race as panic crept in. I’d already met the security officers, and they had directed me to the lost and found to see if anyone had turned it in, but no such luck.I had no idea where I had even dropped it or when I had last seen it. The authorities at the airport said there
IRIS For a full minute, all I could do was stand there, staring at him in shock. Because all of a sudden, he remembered who I was, including the fake name I gave him that night.He stretched his hand out, giving my box of tampons back to me. In any other situation, I would’ve felt embarrassed, but I was too overwhelmed to feel any form of shyness.“I tried calling out to you but you were too fast,” he said, his voice exactly as smooth and deep as I remembered. “You dropped this.”Taking it from him, I swallowed. My nerves were all over the place. “I–um, thought you didn't remember who I was.”He smiled mischievously at me. “That’s ridiculous.”“But—”He cut me off. “I know,” he said with a slight shrug of his shoulders. “I may have just been kidding, which probably wasn’t the best route to take. You seem distressed. Are you alright?”I wasn’t going to talk about my problems with this man. “Um, yeah. I’m fine.”He pushed away from the wall, standing at his full height. Still as intimi
MAVERICK It didn't take long for me to find out what Mia’s actual name was. In only a matter of days, I’d found out her name, where she worked, and I’d also found out that she had been married to my brother. And that the night we slept together was the night of their divorce. I never forgot how broken she was that night. How undesirable Sebastian had made her feel that she didn't mind running into the arms of a stranger. And she was beautiful. So fucking beautiful. I assumed she didn't want to be found, so I’d given her that respect and kept my distance, and even though I felt tempted to check in sometimes, I resisted the urge. However, she never left my mind. And now, she was here with me, anxious about flying with a stranger and perplexed that I knew her real name. I let her settle across from me, and although I could feel her gaze burning into me, I ignored her, replying to my work emails instead. Done with replying to emails, I pocketed my phone, finally deciding to give
IRIS I couldn’t have heard him right. I mean, there was no way in hell a man that I had known for all of one night was asking me to marry him. “What?” I tried to make my voice sharp but it came out as a whisper. Maverick leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His dark hair fell over his brows and he brushed it back, smiling darkly. “You heard me.” A laugh burst from my mouth. This man was truly, definitely insane. “Are you on something?” I asked. “Tell me, what is it?” If I wasn't observing him so closely at that moment, I would not have noticed the way his jaw clenched and the dark look that crossed his face. It was gone before I could even register it. Did I hit a nerve? The air in the cabin was suffocating. I was in this space with a man I barely knew, who was clearly out of his mind. I wanted no part of this. “I’m not joking, Iris.” Calm down. Deep breaths, I told myself. Inhale, exhale, just breathe… I swallowed, searching his face for any sign that he was m
IRIS “I think you should accept his offer,” Megan blurted. I paused, a forkful of spaghetti halfway to my mouth. Slowly, I dropped it back onto the plate, taking my time to shoot her a glare. Either Megan was oblivious to my glare or she just didn’t care, but she didn't stop eating. “What?” She looked at me then, shrugging, her eyes slightly wide. “I think you should marry him—” “Megan…” “Hold up,” she cut me short. “I’m not done. He’s paying you what? A hundred million? I’m just saying, you can ask him to double it. Milk him for what he’s got. That is a lot of money, Iris.” “I’m not marrying my daughter’s father, Megan. And to think it’s all just for what? Revenge? This is a marriage we’re talking about. Marriage to my ex-husband’s ‘brother’. I want nothing to do with that family.” I told Maverick that I was going to think about it, which I had been doing in the last three days since I got back, weighing the pros and the cons. Because as much as I wanted revenge, I
MAVERICK Iris watched me expectantly, waiting for me to tell her the reason I wanted her to marry me in order to carry out my revenge plan.It was such an easy thing to do, yet I hesitated to speak. The emotional part of everything was a long-gone phase, and all I felt was just anger. Anger towards my brother, and my father.I would tell Iris all that she needed to know, but I wasn't about to delve into my past with someone I didn't know.Where do I start?“Did Sebastian ever tell you that he was next in line to be the CEO after my father stepped down?”She chewed on her bottom lip as she considered my question. Iris had no idea how attractive the little things she unconsciously did were.“Um, yeah. A few weeks before the divorce,” she looked away from me, but not before I saw the pained expression on her face and noticed the way her voice cracked at the word ‘divorce’. “He was excited about taking over from your father. He was always obsessed with being CEO, he just…”She turned bac
IRIS The moment the door shut behind Dwayne, everything settled into silence. There was an uncomfortable level of quietness between Maverick and me as he stared at the door, and I stared at him.Dwayne had gone off to do god-knows-what, and he and Maverick had gotten into a fight.I’d never seen them like that with each other. Ever.Maybe that was what emotions did to people. To men like Maverick and Dwayne, emotions were destructive.My gaze dropped to Maverick’s split lip. He may have succeeded in leaving a mark on Dwayne, but Dwayne got him good too.I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to keep the words from falling out of my mouth, but I couldn't help it. “Your lip is bleeding,” I stated, gesturing with my pointer finger to his mouth.Maverick’s eyes met mine, and he stuck his tongue out slightly, licking the blood off his bottom lip.“I’m fine,” he muttered, turning away from me.“No, you’re not,” I said softly. “You were just in a fight with your best friend, Maverick. Nothing
IRIS Dwayne looked pissed as Maverick let him into the house. “What’s going on?” Maverick asked, looking between me and Dwayne. I would’ve said I didn’t know, but judging from the look on Dwayne’s face, I had an idea of what he was doing here. “Megan is keeping something from me,” Dwayne said, “And my gut tells me you know what it is.” He took a few steps closer to me. “So why don’t you be a darling and tell me what I want to know?” I shook my head. “Dwayne, I don’t—” “What the fuck is going on?” came Maverick’s voice, cutting me short. He stepped in front of me, blocking my view of Dwayne and his view of me. “Mav—” I couldn’t see Maverick’s face, but I watched the way his back tensed as Dwayne grew increasingly impatient. “Fuck, no,” Maverick snapped. “You come into my house, questioning my fiance about something I don’t know about. And you didn't even think to come through me?” I swallowed thickly. I didn’t want to see this as Maverick defending me, but I couldn’t help i
IRIS I didn’t know what was harder for me.Finding out that history had been repeated, or realizing that I’d really, really fucked up.I hadn’t really ever thought of the fact that Maverick and Sebastian were so close in age. But now, it all made sense.“Apparently, Esther got pregnant with Maverick by the time Sebastian was only two months. Quentin was doubtful at first, but Esther swore that the child was his. And then they had a paternity test done, and it was confirmed.”I didn’t know what to say. My mouth was hanging open because of how short of words I was. “Oh, I…”“So, you can see that this hits so close to home for him.” Tania reached for my hands, taking them in hers. “You already know that Mav doesn’t have the best relationship with his father. And frankly, Quentin is a horrible man. When Mav was growing up, he…”I stared at Tania, urging her to continue. But she shook her head, like she was trying to get her thoughts in control. And then she let out a long breath.“Now t
IRIS It didn’t take long for the news to be everywhere. All over the tabloids, it was “THE TRUTH IS OUT???”“TECH BILLIONAIRE MAVERICK SINCLAIR’S CHILD DISCOVERED.”“MAVERICK SINCLAIR’S FIANCE HID HIS CHILD FROM HIM!”The details were toxic and presumptuous, but for some reason, I couldn’t quit checking them. Obsessively.Maybe it was because I’d been locked up in Maverick’s house for the past few days. And I say ‘locked up’ because, practically, I was.Maverick wouldn't let me leave the house. He barely talked to me, but he was clear on the fact that I had to stay indoors so I wouldn’t draw unnecessary attention while he tried to settle things down.But I was fine with it. It wasn’t like I ever went anywhere anyway, since he refused to let me work until after the wedding.The wedding which had been pushed back to two weeks.Yeah, the journalists were having a little too much fun with that one.“Iris, darling, you're going to hurt yourself if you keep on reading that stuff.”Tania’s
MAVERICK She was so small. Amethyst lay curled underneath the thin hospital blanket, and I watched the way her chest rose and fell with every breath she took, watched the way her lashes fluttered lightly against her cheeks. They were thick. So thick. And I never even realized until this moment how much she looked like my mother. Like me. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I was seated beside the hospital bed, my elbows on my knees as my hands hung uselessly between my legs. My fingers were twitching. Itching to touch her. To hold her in my arms. But I didn't move, for fear that I was going to break her. Or maybe I was just scared that she was going to break me. Break what was left of me. My daughter. I had a daughter. Somehow, the first night that Iris and I had together had led to us having a child. And I was too fueled with rage and my need for revenge to even realize the resemblance she bore with me. Under my nose. It all happened under my damn nose. “I didn
IRIS “What are you going to do?” That was Megan’s question after Dwayne had stormed out. There had been an uncomfortable silence in the room for a while, both Megan and I lost in our thoughts. Me thinking about Maverick and Amethyst, and Megan?Well…“I don’t know,” I answered honestly, crossing my arms in front of my chest as I leaned back in my seat. “Maverick wasn’t exactly clear on what he was going to do to me.”I hated that I sounded bitter when I said that, but I couldn't help it.Maverick was about to do away with me. I was sure of it. This was going to be the end. That, maybe I could deal with. Maybe I could forfeit all the drama and the plans for revenge that we hadn’t even started to go into yet.But, Amethyst?How was I going to beg Maverick not to take her from me? The look in his eyes, him wanting to be alone with her…My greatest fear had come to life. Maverick was going to take Amy from me, and he was probably going to marry Layla because of how attached they were
IRIS The first thing I heard as soon as I opened the door to Megan’s room was the soft, steady beeping of the heart monitor.Other than that, it was quiet. Dwayne sat beside her bed, his elbows on his knees, head in his hands. His entire body was tense. Too still.The doctors said that Megan had woken up earlier, but now, she was asleep.“Hey,” I whispered.Dwayne’s head snapped up, and he looked at me warily, then shifted his gaze tp the door like he was expecting someone to come in.“Where’s Maverick?”I took a seat across from him. “With Amethyst.”That answer alone multiplied the tension in the room. Dwayne heaved a sigh, his hand moving to the back of his neck. And when his eyes met mine, he gave me a sheepish smile.“Sorry for my outburst earlier,” he muttered. “I was just—”“Dwayne,” I interrupted. “There’s no need to apologize, okay? I should be the one apologizing.”His eyes widened slightly and I swallowed nervously. “And you were right. This happened because of me. If Me
IRIS I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised that the moment things went south, Layla would swoop in and try to “fix” things.But that still didn’t soften the hurt that I felt. Seeing Maverick wrap his arms around the girl that so obviously wanted him, was heartbreaking, to say the least. It pulled at something inside of me that shouldn’t have been pulled at all.But I had to remind myself that Maverick wasn’t mine. And that even if he was, I deserved whatever he was dishing out at me right now.Dwayne gave me a short glance, and I could see a hint of… worry or pity in his expression.And then, shaking his head at the scene before us, he disappeared into the corner, heading toward Megan’s room.I should’ve turned around. Should’ve taken one look at Maverick’s arms around her and left without saying a word. But I couldn't.My legs had frozen in place. My lungs refused to work.And my heart?God, my heart was cracking wide open.Layla turned slightly in mavericks arms, noticing me stan
MAVERICK Fucking hell.I stood outside the hospital, staring at the hood of my car like it had personally betrayed me.My pulse thundered nonstop in my ears and my knuckles ached from how tightly I’d been clenching my fists.I was going to fucking lose itI had a daughter. My own flesh and blood. And Iris Blake had kept her from me.It was funny, really. I didn’t even know if I was mad at her for hiding her in plain sight, or mad at myself for not figuring it out sooner.Before I could realize what I was doing, my fist was coming down against the roof of my car. Hard. I felt the impact from my fist down to my shoulder, but I didn’t care.So fucking stupid. That’s what I was. Too fucking stupid and lenient to dig into a woman who was important to my plan.But then again, maybe I just didn’t want to find out.With a sharp grunt, I started to punch down on my car again, but a voice stopped me short.“Careful there, bro.”I turned to see Dwayne walking toward me, hands in his pockets. He