Her mind raced with thoughts of escape, justice, and finding a way to clear her name. She knew she had to be strong, not just for herself, but for the future she still hoped to build.In the following days, Iris avoided Ryan as much as possible. She threw herself into her fashion school, finding solace in her work. Her determination to succeed and prove herself kept her going, even when everything else seemed to be falling apart.Ryan, on the other hand, continued to struggle with his conflicting emotions. He couldn't shake off the feeling that something was terribly wrong, that maybe he had been too harsh on Iris. But with Bella constantly by his side, reinforcing the narrative that Iris was the one to blame, he found it hard to see through the fog of his anger and confusion.Meanwhile, Luca kept a close eye on the situation, hoping to find a way to help his friend see the truth. He knew that there was more to the story than what met the eye and that the real culprit behind Ryan's
The memories of her lost sketchbook haunted her. Each sketch in that book was a piece of her heart, and the loss felt like a wound that wouldn't heal.Ryan, on the other hand, was grappling with his own thoughts. He had been harsh with Iris, and the guilt gnawed at him. He couldn't shake off the feeling that he was missing something important. The tension between them was palpable, and he knew it wasn't just about the lost sketchbook.As Iris was working late into the night, Ryan approached her room again. He stood outside the door, listening to the sound of her pencil scratching against the paper. He felt a pang of regret but didn't know how to bridge the gap that had formed between them. After a while, he turned and walked away, leaving Iris alone with her thoughts.Iris sat on her bed, her phone in hand as she scrolled through her contacts. She needed to talk to someone, and there was only one person she could think of who would understand everything she was going through, She di
"Ivy, are you okay? You seem lost," Bella observed.Jerking back to reality, Ivy replied, "Yeah, I'm fine. I was just thinking about the show and hoping it goes well.""It will, don't worry," Bella reassured her. "Meanwhile, let's celebrate. Your cousins and nephew are on the way." Bella stood up to get a bottle of wine and two glasses.Just then Ivy's phone rang. She picked it up and saw it was her mom."Hi, Mom," Ivy greeted."Hi, honey. How are you doing? I haven't seen you for days now. Are you okay? You didn't even stop by the house to check on me and your father.""Sorry, Mom. I've just been so busy. I promise I'll stop by today," Ivy assured."Alright, baby," Mrs. Rose began, but before she could continue, she heard Bella's voice in the background."Celebration time!" Bella exclaimed, holding up a bottle of wine and two glasses."Is that Bella? What is the celebration about?" Mrs. Rose asked, curiosity evident in her tone."Uh, yes, Mom. Bella is here. We're celebrating... well,
Ryan caught her arm and pulled her closer, his hand sliding down her body as it landed on her ass. A shiver ran down her spine as his lips brushed against her chest."Uhm good morning, I have to go," she stammered, attempting to dash past him."Shhh," he murmured, placing a finger on her lips and slowly sliding it down to her chest. "Ryan... I really have to go…”They shared a passionate kiss, their bodies responding instinctively.They moved slowly, not far from his room door. He placed his lips on hers, kissing her roughly as their tongues intertwined. They kissed passionately as he helped unbutton her clothes. She slid his pajama pants downward, coming into contact with his erect dick. He pushed her onto the bed, flipping her over and making her bend over, her chest touching the bed, her waist and bum lifted in a curved way. Her pussy juice was dripping as her pussy was open. Slowly and fully, he thrust into her, and a soft moan escaped her lips, "Ahhhhh fuck." He began thrustin
As Iris was making her way back from retrieving Bella's items, she noticed a familiar face among the crowd. It was Ryan, looking dapper in his red tuxedo. She was taken aback, not expecting him to attend.Ryan approached Iris, a determined look in his eyes. "Iris, I came to support you," he said, his voice sincere.Iris blinked, unsure how to respond. "Thank you, Ryan. I appreciate it," she finally said, trying to keep her emotions in check."I know I've been distant, but I'm here now," Ryan continued. "And I want to make things right."Before Iris could respond, Bella appeared, interrupting the moment. "Ryan! I didn't expect to see you here," she said, her tone laced with surprise and a hint of annoyance."Well, I wouldn't miss supporting my wife," Ryan replied coolly, his eyes never leaving Iris.Bella's expression faltered for a moment before she regained her composure. "Of course. How thoughtful of you," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.Iris took a deep breath, feeling
Backstage, Iris and her friend Emma chatted animatedly, the excitement palpable. Iris noticed Ivy at the other end of the backstage area. Curiosity piqued, she thought about approaching her but decided against it, suspecting Ivy might be there with Bella.Just as the announcement for the best student was about to be made, an unexpected interruption occurred."Ladies and gentlemen," the pretty host announced, "just before we call it a night, we have one last designer in the house. Known for her outstanding taste and the name she has been creating for herself, she's not just a designer but also a model for top brands. Let's welcome Ivy's Collection.”Dressed in a stoned jumpsuit that shimmered under the lights, Ivy stepped onto the stage. Her outfit clung to her in all the right places, accentuating her curves and exuding elegance. The crowd's attention was riveted.As Ivy's models strutted down the runway, the designs left the audience dumbstruck, their mouths hanging open in awe. The
Iris stood there shattered. Bella's words kept ringing in her head: "I'm pregnant, Ryan. We're having a baby soon." As soon as Bella noticed Iris, she grabbed Ryan and wrapped her hands around him, planting a kiss on his cheek with a smirk. Ryan turned, saw Iris, and quickly pulled away from Bella. He ran after Iris, who had walked out in tears."Iris! Iris, please wait! It's not what you think! There's a mix-up somewhere!" he called out, catching up to her.When she turned to face him, she slapped him across the face. "Don't touch me again! You're nothing but a male whore.”As she stepped out of the building, the paparazzi swarmed her, taking numerous pictures and bombarding her with questions."Mrs. Iris, how do you feel being the best student of Beth Fashion School?”"Did you win the best through your husband's influence?”"Mr. Ryan, why do your sister and wife look so much alike?”"Mr. Ryan, are you proud of your wife's efforts?""When are you both expecting a child?”Iris, overwh
Bella hesitated, but seeing the coldness in Ryan's eyes, she turned and walked out, leaving Ryan to his misery.Meanwhile, Iris drove to her mother's house, her mind heavy with worry and confusion. As soon as she arrived, she parked and rushed inside, heading straight to her mother's room. Finding Skylar and her mother was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking frail but stern."Mom, Sky, what's going on?" Iris asked, her voice trembling.Her mother, looking frail but determined, gestured for Iris to sit. "Mom, you called and sounded urgent. What is wrong? Do you feel pain? Should I call a doctor? Should we go to the hospital? Mom, talk to me," Iris pleaded."Iris, enough!" her mother snapped."Mom, what are you talking about?" Iris asked, clearly confused.“Iris how could you? How could you Iris? Her mother spoke."Iris, you got married and hid it from me? How could you?" Her mother’s voice was shaking with anger. "You’ve been lying to me about your job. You don't have a job. You'v