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CHAPTER THIRTY: A WHOLE DIFFERENT LEVEL OF FUCKED UP
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IRIS My fingers tightened around my phone, my pulse hammering as I reread the message.‘Are you keeping secrets too, Iris?’Too.That one fucking word made my blood run cold.Something—someone— was watching me, prying into my life. Into my past. Into my biggest secret.And Maverick’s too.I swallowed, my breath shaky as I typed out a reply with trembling fingers.‘Who the fuck is this?’I hit send and stared at the screen, not even expecting a response. The last time I’d received a text from this number, they were warning me about Maverick.This time, they were threatening me.And whoever it was knew something.The seconds dragged on, stretching into a full minute, and then, just as I was about to put my phone down, the screen lit up. Another text had come in.‘Don’t be scared. We all have things to hide. Yours is just more… interesting.’My stomach twisted. My finger hovered over the screen as I thought of what to type. I had no idea what to say in reply.More interesting? What did
Last Updated : 2025-03-13Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: TRICKS UP HER SLEEVE
IRIS Maverick’s black card burned a hole in my pocket the entire drive to the stylist’s boutique.I should not have taken it, but Megan would have buried me six feet under if I’d refused to take the card from him.Not that Maverick had given me an option even.“I swear to God,” Megan started from the driver’s seat, her voice dripping with amusement. “You and Maverick are something else.”I scoffed, shifting in my seat. “There is no me and Maverick.”Megan hummed knowingly as she flicked on the turn signal. “Right. That explains why he was looking at you like he wanted to devour you this morning.”“No, he wasn’t,” I groaned, throwing my head back against the headrest. “He was not looking at me like that.”“Uh huh,” she smirked at me, continuing. “And the way you snatched that card from his hand? Baby, I could feel the pure, sexual tension. Felt like I was interrupting.”I rubbed my forehead, already regretting bringing Megan along with me. Today was going to be a long fucking day.Ame
Last Updated : 2025-03-14Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR: I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO BUY A DRESS
MAVERICK “I don’t know, man,” Dwayne said, dragging his hand over his beard as he leaned back in his chair. “This whole engagement party thing… it sounds like a fucking nightmare.”I huffed out a laugh, taking a sip of my glass of ginger ale.“Tell me about it.”Dwayne and I were at a private bar that he owned, tucked away somewhere only the wealthy and powerful had access to. But even here, surrounded by expensive liquor and the smell of cigarettes, I couldn’t get Iris out of my head.“Can’t believe I’m even saying this,” Dwayne continued, “but you actually look stressed. What happened to that untouched, cold bastard who didn't give a shit about anything?”I shot him a glare. “He’s still here.”Dwayne smirked. “Right. So how’s the whole ‘marry Iris to take down your family’ thing going? Or is she already getting under your skin?”My jaw clenched. “Stick to your fucking drink, Dwayne.”“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he said with a chuckle.I didn't respond. What the hell was I suppos
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IRIS Maverick was here.My fingers stilled on the zipper at the back of my dress, and for a moment, I just stood there, staring at him through the reflection of the mirror. How long had he been standing there?I turned around. Maverick was leaning against the doorway, looking dangerous as sin. His hair was messy again, like he’d been running his hand through it all day. His tie was loose around his neck, the top buttons of his black shirt undone, exposing the skin on his chest.His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, forearms flexed as he crossed his arms over his chest.But it wasn’t the way he looked that had my knees weakening. It was the way he was looking at me.Like he was seconds away from snapping. From breaking the rules and just doing whatever he wanted to do to me.He looked like he wanted to rip my dress off with his fucking teeth.I honestly had no idea why I was even trying it on again. I was so in love with this dress, that I just had to put it on again and see.And
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IRIS “I think you should just fuck him and get it out of your system.”I choked on my breath, my mascara wand nearly slipping from my fingers. “Excuse me?”Megan was standing behind me, casually running her fingers through my hair, fluffing it up after she’d just styled it. “You heard me,” she said, smirking at my reflection in the mirror.I turned my head to look at her. “You’re out of your goddamn mind.”I probably shouldn’t have told Megan about what had happened last night, because now, she was giving me the worst advice I had ever heard in my life.Megan snorted. “Maybe. But let’s be real here, babe. You want to climb that man like a fucking tree.”I groaned as I looked away, feeling the heat creep up my neck. “Megan—”“You literally cannot stop staring at him every time he’s in the room. Honestly, being around you two always feels like the start of a porn movie. So much bloody tension in the air.”I rolled my eyes. “For fuck’s sake, Meg—”“And don’t even get me started on the w
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MAVERICK Fuck, I wanted Iris. I wanted her so fucking much that I’d stopped filtering my words around her. I was letting her know that I wanted her because I knew she felt the same way.Iris wanted me. I could see it in her eyes, in the way she spoke, in the way she rolled her hips slightly at my words without even realizing she did.And I meant every single word I said to her. I wanted to take her right there on the counter, and I would.Only if she would ask.Iris wasn’t going to get what she wanted if she didn't ask, and I was going to die on that hill. Even though I wanted to claim her so badly.But, as expected, she only laughed nervously, pulling away from me. “Well, we don’t want to be late, do we?”“Of course, we don’t,” I replied, watching her retreating ass as she headed for the staircase.My head fell into my hands as I groaned. Tonight was either going to be a nightmare or worse than a nightmare. My father had invited half the damn city to this engagement party. Not becau
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IRIS I had never been to an engagement party where everyone’s focus wasn’t on the engaged couple. But I guess there’s a first time for everything. Everyone was busy striking deals and endorsements. The fucking elite. Then again, it was probably better that everyone wasn’t overly focused on us. It gave me some breathing space. I raised my wine glass to my lips, taking a sip. This was my second glass of wine, but I wasn’t gulping it down this time like I did at the dinner, no matter how much I wanted to. I knew Maverick wouldn’t like that. And come to think of it, I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen him drink alcohol before. He would hold it, sure, but drinking it? Where the hell was he, anyway? He’d been gone for over fifteen minutes. I excused myself from the table, leaving Dwayne and Megan to their conversation. They were really hitting it off tonight, and I liked that. Dwayne seemed like a genuine guy. I looked around, and, seeing no sign of him, I started walking towards the
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IRIS “Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” I muttered under my breath as Layla catwalked toward us, in the same hair and dress color as me. I mean, I could look past the dress because I didn’t really care about that. But… the hair? Was she that much of a psycho that she would change the color of her hair? “What are you doing, Layla?” I heard Maverick ask as she came to a stop in front of us. Layla assessed me from my head to my toes, an amused smile playing on her lips, and then she turned to Maverick, an innocent, wide-eyed look on her face. “Whatever do you mean, Mav?” Maverick clenched his jaw, his gaze steady as he glared at her. “Layla.” Layla let out a laugh, reaching for her hair to play with the strands. “Oh, you mean this? I wanted to try something new.” She pouted. “Are you upset? I know how much you loved my blonde hair. You said you never wanted me to dye it, remember?” Maverick’s arm tightened around my waist, the only sign that Layla’s taunts were affecti
