Ryan sighed heavily outside the door. “I didn’t mean for things to happen this way. I was drunk, but that’s no excuse. Just...please, talk to me.”“No,” she replied. “I need time. I need space.”Ryan stood there for a moment longer before walking away. Iris listened to his footsteps fade down the hallway. She felt a mix of anger, sadness, and confusion. How could she continue living in the same house with a man who had taken something so precious from her?She buried her face in the pillow again, the memories of her dreams haunting her. She had been so close to achieving something, to building a life she could be proud of. Now, everything felt tainted.Memories of her dreams and aspirations flashed before her eyes. "I thought life was about growing up, finishing school, getting a job, and saving enough money to open my own fashion house," she murmured. "Fashion has been my passion since I was a little girl.”Flashback*********************Years ago, Iris was a bright-eyed ten-year-ol
There, the doctor finally opened up about her mother's condition: kidney failure. She needed an urgent transplant, a procedure that required an amount of money Iris couldn't even fathom. Tears welled up in her eyes as she wondered how she could ever gather such a sum.Skylar stood by her side, just as Iris and her mother had stood by her during her grandmother's death. "Iris, crying won't solve anything," Skylar said, trying to be the voice of reason."But I don't know what else to do," Iris sobbed. "I have no one aside from Mom. I don't want anything to happen to her.""Hush now, Iris. Nothing will happen to her," Skylar assured, though she herself was not entirely convinced. "We need to stay strong.""We can't be sure about that. I can't even afford the drugs she will need," Iris said, the tears intensifying. “What am I supposed to do?”“Really?” Iris asked, still in tears, but now with a glimmer of hope.“Yes, I’ll talk to my boss and get back to you,” Skylar promised.“I would appr
What kind of job is this?”Mama Peepee and Skylar exchanged glances. Skylar took a deep breath. “Iris, this is a club. A strip club. We entertain the clients.”Iris’s eyes widened in horror. “A strip club? Skylar, I can’t do this!”“You need the money, right?” Skylar said softly. “I know it’s not what you expected, but it’s good money. Enough to help your mom.”“I... I don’t know,” Iris said, her mind reeling.Mama Peepee stepped forward. “Listen, darling. It’s not easy, but it pays well. You need to be confident and know how to handle yourself. If you can do that, you’ll be fine.”Iris looked at Skylar, who nodded encouragingly. “I’ll be with you every step of the way. We can do this together.”Taking a deep breath, Iris nodded. “Okay. I’ll give it a try.”The first night was a whirlwind for Iris. Skylar helped her choose an outfit and showed her the ropes. The club was packed with wealthy clients, and the atmosphere was electric. Iris felt out of place, but she tried to push through her
Weeks passed, and Iris continued to isolate herself, only coming out of her room when Ryan had left for work. Ryan was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate. His thoughts were constantly drifting back to Iris and the hurt he had caused. His friend Luca noticed the change in him.One morning, Ryan got up early, determined to confront Iris. dressed In a blue tux he headed to her room, standing at the door uncertain about what to do. He wanted to see her face so badly, the cold treatment was unbearable. He stretched his hand to knock but stopped halfway, hanging his hand in the air. Frustrated, he turned and left, passing the dining room where his breakfast had been served. He headed to the car, where his chauffeur opened the door for him. Ryan sank into the seat, lost in thought as they drove to the office.Upon arriving, Luca walked up to him. "Morning, Ryan," he greeted."Morning. What's my schedule for today?" Ryan asked, trying to focus on work."Well, you have a board
Without thinking, she rushed down the stairs to help. "Luca, let me help you," she said, taking Ryan's other arm."Thanks, Iris," Luca said, relief evident in his voice. Together, they managed to get Ryan to his room, every step feeling like a thousand steps for Ryan. His head was spinning, and his whole body reeked of alcohol.They laid him on the bed, and Iris thanked Luca as he left. She looked down at Ryan, her mind swirling with a mix of frustration, anger, and pity. What had she done to deserve this?She began to take off his shoes, then his shirt and vest. As she was about to remove his wristwatch, Ryan suddenly vomited a pool of alcohol all over her.Hot tears streamed down her face as frustration and pain consumed her. Was this really what marriage was supposed to be? Was Ryan deliberately hurting her, making her suffer?She stood up and headed to the bathroom, stripping off her soiled clothes and wrapping a white towel around her body. She filled a bowl with warm water and
She gave a light nod as they continued with their breakfast, Ryan eating absentminded knowing he just lied to her.Luca walked into the grand house, nodding at the familiar faces of the staff. He asked one of the guards about Ryan’s whereabouts and was told he was likely upstairs. He made his way up, glancing at the closed doors until one slightly ajar door caught his attention. Curious, he peeked in.Inside, Iris was completely engrossed in her sketchbook, oblivious to his presence. Luca stepped inside, mesmerized by the intricate designs she was drawing.“Wow, these are beautiful,” he said, unable to hide his admiration.Startled, Iris looked up. “Oh, Luca! I didn’t notice you there. I’m sorry.”“It’s fine, Iris. You were busy with your drawing. Are these already made designs or fresh ideas?” he asked, stepping closer to get a better look.“They're fresh ideas,” Iris chuckled, slightly embarrassed but pleased with his interest.“Wow, they are so good. I haven’t seen anything like thi
“Well, you’re not going to solve anything by drowning yourself in work or alcohol. You need to be honest with her, with yourself,” Luca said, his tone firm yet caring.Ryan nodded, knowing Luca was right. “I’ll try. Thanks for being here, Luca.”“Anytime, man. That’s what friends are for,” Luca replied, clapping Ryan on the shoulder.“By the way, Ryan have you noticed iris and ivy kinda look alike and have similar features?” Luca asked.“Really? I haven't noticed it or had time to look at both of them, I don't think they look alike. Maybe you are just having symptoms of face blindness” Ryan replied, giving a light laugh.“what I'm I even saying, maybe I'm just assuming things, they don't look alike right?” he asked.“No man they don't, they can't even stand each other” he said.Ivy sat on her bed, the sketchbook open on her lap. She couldn’t believe the talent Iris possessed. An idea began to form in her mind, one that made her smile with a devious gleam in her eye. If she could someh
Mr. Kendrick, though in his late 50s, looked as if he had aged two decades due to his illness. He was a formidable figure, tall and imposing, with a sharp mind that had built the Kendrick empire from the ground up. He pushed open Ryan’s office door, and the sound of moaning reached his ears. Disappointed, he turned and walked away, heading to his own office.Luca arrived at Ryan’s office just as the door closed behind Mr. Kendrick. “Ryan, your dad is around. He came in here and left shortly,” Luca said urgently.Ryan’s eyes widened in panic. “oh Shit, No, no. Why didn’t you inform me earlier?” he demanded.“No one knew he was coming. We just saw him. Before I could get to you, he was already here,” Luca explained.Ryan’s face paled. “Did he see...?” he asked, gesturing vaguely.Luca nodded grimly.“Oh shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Ryan cursed, slamming his desk with his hands.The woman who had been with Ryan emerged from the adjoining room, adjusting her clothes and biting her lip. She l
Months had passed since Parker waited in vain for Ryan to come to his rescue. As the cold reality set in, the hope that had once flickered inside Parker’s heart dimmed until it was nothing but a distant memory. The prison walls around him felt like they were closing in, suffocating him with the weight of his past mistakes. Every day, he wondered if his son would ever come, but no sign of Ryan emerged. He had gambled on the wrong side of history, and now he was paying for it with every lonely second that ticked by.Meanwhile, Mrs. Rose Kendrick, once a woman of unmatched power and deceit, was locked away in her world of doom. She had seen the writing on the wall long before now. When the truth came to light, when all the lies she had crafted so carefully unraveled before her eyes, she knew no one was coming to save her. The empire she had tried to manipulate for herself and her lover Parker had crumbled. Her final days were filled with silence, the kind that came not from peace but
Ryan paced the length of his father’s study, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. He held the hospital reports tightly in his hand, his knuckles white from the grip. The reports confirmed his worst fears—the man he had called his father for his entire life wasn’t his biological father at all. Dr. Parker was. The revelation had shaken him to the core, and he knew he couldn’t keep this secret any longer. He had to tell Mr. Kendrick.Taking a deep breath, he walked over to where Kendrick sat in his leather chair, his eyes already filled with concern. Kendrick had noticed Ryan’s turmoil the moment he entered the room, but he hadn’t pressed him to speak."Dad," Ryan began, his voice trembling slightly. He rarely ever called him anything but ‘Dad,’ but now, with this new information, it felt like a lie. Still, it was all he had ever known. "I received something today. It’s… complicated, and I don’t know how to explain it."Kendrick raised an eyebrow, worry etching deeper into his
The atmosphere in the house was finally calm, or so it seemed. After everything they had been through—the betrayals, the conspiracies, and the almost impossible escape from danger—Iris, Kendrick, and Jessica were relieved to be back home. The past few days had been nothing short of a nightmare, but now, with Ryan by her side, Iris felt like she could finally breathe again.Ryan had transformed into the kind of husband Iris had always dreamed of. He was attentive, caring, and endlessly devoted, especially when it came to their newborn. Late-night feedings and diaper changes—Ryan was right there with her, helping in every way he could. The chaos and distrust that once clouded their relationship were gone, replaced by a bond forged through hardship and love.One afternoon, as Iris cradled their baby on the living room couch, Ryan returned from the front door, holding a small package. There was no return address, just his name scribbled hastily across the front. He furrowed his brow as
The tension in the hospital room hung heavy as Iris took a deep breath and prepared to explain everything. The faces of those around her—Jessica, Ryan, Kendrick, and Ivy—were etched with a mixture of concern, curiosity, and shock. Ryan, especially, seemed anxious, as though every word Iris spoke would shift the very foundation of what he believed to be true.“I found out I was pregnant,” Iris began slowly, her voice steady but filled with emotion, “on the same day that Mrs. Rose asked to see me. She called me out of the blue and said she needed to talk. I thought it was something important about the family, but when I got there…” She paused, her gaze shifting to Ryan before continuing. “She told me to leave you, Ryan. She wanted me gone so you could be with Bella.”Ryan’s jaw clenched at the mention of his mother’s betrayal, but he remained silent, allowing Iris to continue.“I was devastated,” Iris admitted, her voice cracking slightly. “I didn’t know what to do, and on my way back t
The tension in the room had begun to settle after the police escorted Mrs. Rose and Dr. Parker out in handcuffs. The silence that followed felt like the calm after a storm, but there was still an air of unease.Mr. Kendrick stood in the center of the room, his expression heavy with guilt and regret. He turned toward Jessica, who stood with her arms crossed, looking as though she wasn’t quite sure what to make of him yet. Ivy and Iris, standing side by side, had barely spoken a word since everything unfolded.Kendrick cleared his throat, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m sorry,” he began, his eyes filled with sincerity as he faced Jessica and the twins. “Jessica, Iris, Ivy… I know words aren’t enough to make up for the years I’ve spent apart from you all, the lies, and everything else that’s happened. But please believe me when I say that I’ve regretted every single moment I wasn’t with you.”Iris remained silent, her face pale from shock, while Ivy’s gaze flickered between Jessica a
The room was suffocating. Ryan sat up straighter in his hospital bed, his eyes narrowing as Luca entered, his expression grim. The air felt thick with anticipation as everyone waited for the news. Luca cleared his throat and looked directly at Ryan. “The anonymous messenger? It was Sarah—your house help,” he said quietly. Ryan’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Sarah?” He glanced at Ivy, then back at Luca. “What do you mean? She’s just a housemaid. Why would she—" “She’s been traced and caught,” Luca interrupted his voice firm. “We got her while she was trying to flee the country. She’s been feeding information to your enemies, Ryan. She’s been working with Mrs. Rose.”The room went still. Ivy gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, and Kendrick’s face drained of color. Mrs. Rose stood frozen, her eyes wide in disbelief as all eyes turned toward her.“What… what are you saying?” Ryan’s voice was low, but it shook with barely restrained anger.“She confessed everything,” Luca continued, h
The silence that followed Mr. Kendrick's confession was deafening. Everyone in the room seemed frozen, processing the weight of his words. Mrs. Rose’s face was a mixture of shock and rage, her hands trembling as she gripped the back of a chair for support. Ryan and Ivy exchanged uneasy glances, while Jessica stood still, her expression unreadable, though her eyes glistened with the pain of memories that had long since scarred her.Kendrick took a deep breath, his voice thick with regret as he continued. "I was in love with Jessica," he admitted, his eyes locked on the floor as if unable to meet anyone’s gaze. "We were both so young, and I couldn't resist her. But I was already married to Rose. There was no way I could marry Jessica. I was the heir to the Kendrick family fortune, and it would have been a scandal—a disgrace—to have an affair and a child out of wedlock."Rose scoffed, her voice laced with venom. "So instead, you chose to keep me in the dark and raise the child of your
The tension in the room was so thick it felt as though it could suffocate them all. Mrs. Rose stood frozen, her heart hammering against her chest as her eyes darted from Jessica to Kendrick and then to her children. Her worst nightmare was unraveling before her eyes, and there was no escape. Kendrick, too, was motionless, his face a mixture of disbelief and confusion. His eyes met Jessica’s, and a flood of memories rushed back—memories he had buried for years. He tried to speak, but the words caught in his throat."Je… Jessica?" Kendrick’s voice was barely above a whisper, his shock palpable. Ryan, standing by his father’s bedside, turned to Kendrick, his brows furrowed in confusion. "Dad, do you know her?"Jessica stood tall, her eyes blazing with the fire of long-buried resentment. She ignored Ryan’s question and locked eyes with Mrs. Rose, whose face was now dripping with cold sweat. Rose’s hands trembled as she took a step backward, her composure slipping with every second."No…
Mrs. Rose paced anxiously around the hospital room, her heels clicking against the cold tile floor. She glanced at her watch for the hundredth time, her impatience growing by the second. Where were Ivy and Ryan? What were they up to? Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the door open. She turned swiftly, only to see Ryan step into the room, followed closely by Ivy. Relief washed over her for a split second, but it quickly faded as she saw the grim looks on their faces. Something was wrong.“Where have you two been?” Mrs. Rose demanded, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’ve been looking all over for you!”Ryan didn’t respond immediately. His face was hard, his jaw clenched. Ivy, too, seemed distant, her eyes fixed on the floor as if she couldn’t bear to meet her mother’s gaze.Before Mrs. Rose could demand answers, a weak cough sounded from the hospital bed. Her husband, Mr. Kendrick, had woken up. Slowly, he turned his head toward her, his eyes filled with anger and betray