Alex went into full panic mode. He barked some orders here and there to prepare the driver to bring them to the hospital. Asking the ever-ready Brandon to prepare everything beforehand. From the hospital to the most prominent team of doctors to standby in the hospital and be ready when they arrived there. Iris at first refused Alex's protective–almost borderline panic insistence for them to check her situation at the hospital. She thought she was only having a bad day or had caught some common cold symptoms. But Alex was having none of it. He was persistent with his decision to bring her to the hospital and heard himself that she was okay. So here there was. The car was too slow for Alex, so he opted to call the pilot for his private helicopter to be ready in the next 15 minutes. They left the rooftop and arrived several minutes later at the hospital helipad. The hospital director was already on standby on the tarmac while the nurse brought the wheelchair to carry her! Iris
Three months later… Alex walked out of the courthouse with Iris beside him. He kept Iris close and believed their bodyguards do their work perfectly to fend off the rush of journalists waiting outside. The buzz of the journalist throwing off the questions for them made Alex more protective of his pregnant wife. “Stay with me,” he said to Iris closely, in case Iris could not hear him well. Iris only nodded and put her body closer to him while walking together into their Rolls Royce car that was already on standby and waiting for their arrival. “Mr. Browning, how is the trial? Are you happy with the sentence? What do you feel that your father is a criminal convict?” The journalists viciously gave a bunch of questions at him, from the fair questions to the silliest and the most outrageous ones. “Mrs. Browning, are you alright? Do you think the sentence is fair after what Jonathan did to you? Please give us statements!” Some journalists shouted from afar, chasing Iris and Alex do
Today is the day!Iris could not contain her giddiness and happiness as the day that she waited entirely for this month had finally come.Iris' Divine Cupcakes, her small but treasured business, got a contract deal as one of the exclusive vendors to cater to the mega engagement party of the tycoons' heirs in her country.Her small but homey kitchen was already busy with all sorts of activities to prepare cupcakes this morning. It filled the house with warm and sweet scents from baked cupcakes and lots of frosting to decorate the cake.Its wooden countertop table was filled with scattered powdered sugar, like the place was just visited by fairies. Frosting cream with silver and ice blue colors to fit the engagement party's theme, and a lot of sprinkles matched with the color gradation of the frosting.Classic Jazz from David Miles was faintly heard from the living room. Those songs reminded Iris of her late parents, who loved to dance in the night with this music.The last batch of the
ALEXANDERAlex stared down at the flurry of activity in the Grand Aula of his family mansion with full contempt.This blackmailing scheme by his own family got on his nerves.Multi-billion dollars business at the stake. The livelihood of hundreds of thousands of his employees' was hanging by the thread. And his matters like his engagement and who he was going to marry were going to be the main collateral and the deciding factor of the Browning Family empire business.And when he said he was blackmailing, it was not just figurative talk. But it was indeed how his father forced Alexander's hand to accept this engagement and later on the marriage with an heiress of Ruthford Bank.Alexander recalled what happened a month ago when he came back to this mansion. The hatred for his father resurfaced again as he remembered what happened last time, and his animosity towards his father was so enormous that he would do anything to destroy his father's plan.Right here.In this very Mansion.When
IRISShe flew...Yes, she knew it sounded like a coward, and she indeed felt like a mere baby animal who tucked her tail inside after the accident with that handsome stranger.That was her genuine response under such an ambush. Either she fights or flight. She could not take the weird tension that she felt when she talked with him. And it resulted in her not being acquainted with him properly. She did not even know his name. And she felt really stupid because after she gave him her name card, she forgot to ask for his name.Ideally, it should not matter to her whether she knew his name.But she was... deep down felt anxious when she got in this disadvantageous position like this. She got none while he took her name and phone and all the information provided on her name card.The further she walked away from the hall, the clearer her mind from the hazy mist of her befuddled brain.Not to mention her heartbeats became slower and finally, they thumped with a normal rhythm as they were su
IRISIris glanced at her surroundings. Her heart thumped heavily.‘Please don’t let this party go awry!’ Iris prayed inside her head.She took pity on the beautiful lady that was supposed to be the brightest star in this room today.“What could be more important than ditching his engagement party?” a girl who tried talking to Iris before the party started asked no one in an incredulous tone.Iris thought the same thing.The engagement party should be of a lifetime experience for the future bride and groom.“Where is Alexander? I saw him here before!” Mr. Ruthford asked the old man with a fury that he could not conceal anymore."There are urgent matters that he needed to handle right now. I promise the engagement and the joining forces between The Browning and Ruthford family is still intact," said the old man with a sharp and unwavering gaze."Who is he?" Iris asked the girl who stood beside her."He is the patriarch of The Browning Family. Mr. Jonathan Browning, father of Alexander B
ALEXANDER He knew he had made the colossal decision when he ditched his engagement party yesterday. But, once again, he got ambushed. By his father, by his family name. The Browning held an invincible string toward his future. His anchor, who grounded him from this family insanity, had already departed from this fucked up world. His mother left him, and now he no longer cared if he acted rashly or unhinged. Just half an hour before his engagement party started, Alexander decided to give a big middle finger toward his father. So he ran away and dealt with the consequences later. There was another important agenda to set his freedom in motion. On the black sedan he deliberately rented for this purpose, he pushed the pedal and went above 150 km/hour on a highway. Based on the GPS, he should reach the target place around 15 minutes after he exited the highway. Yes, he came to the small and humble bakery shop after he took a left. A cute one, if he might add. The signage was wri
IRISHer heart thumped heavily, and she felt the blood rush through her veins upon hearing the handsome stranger’s absurd proposition. “What do you mean?” she whispered. She could not believe what she just heard. Alexander grinned, and shortly after, he replied to her question. “Exactly what you heard. I am proposing,” he said. Iris shook her head, she tried to move away but his strong hands held her captive. She could not move from his hand cage. “You’re crazy!” Iris still could not gain her voice back. She still half whispered and half shouting. “Listen to me first…” Alexander barged in and took her personal space. They stood close, their toes touched each other. She could not escape, because her back met the door and she could go nowhere. “Listen to me Iris…” he caressed Iris’ face gently, and she had no other option but to look up at him and stare into his deep eyes. “It is going to be a contract marriage. You are going to be my wife in name only.” The more Alexander talke
Three months later… Alex walked out of the courthouse with Iris beside him. He kept Iris close and believed their bodyguards do their work perfectly to fend off the rush of journalists waiting outside. The buzz of the journalist throwing off the questions for them made Alex more protective of his pregnant wife. “Stay with me,” he said to Iris closely, in case Iris could not hear him well. Iris only nodded and put her body closer to him while walking together into their Rolls Royce car that was already on standby and waiting for their arrival. “Mr. Browning, how is the trial? Are you happy with the sentence? What do you feel that your father is a criminal convict?” The journalists viciously gave a bunch of questions at him, from the fair questions to the silliest and the most outrageous ones. “Mrs. Browning, are you alright? Do you think the sentence is fair after what Jonathan did to you? Please give us statements!” Some journalists shouted from afar, chasing Iris and Alex do
Alex went into full panic mode. He barked some orders here and there to prepare the driver to bring them to the hospital. Asking the ever-ready Brandon to prepare everything beforehand. From the hospital to the most prominent team of doctors to standby in the hospital and be ready when they arrived there. Iris at first refused Alex's protective–almost borderline panic insistence for them to check her situation at the hospital. She thought she was only having a bad day or had caught some common cold symptoms. But Alex was having none of it. He was persistent with his decision to bring her to the hospital and heard himself that she was okay. So here there was. The car was too slow for Alex, so he opted to call the pilot for his private helicopter to be ready in the next 15 minutes. They left the rooftop and arrived several minutes later at the hospital helipad. The hospital director was already on standby on the tarmac while the nurse brought the wheelchair to carry her! Iris
IRISSeveral days have passed since the kidnapping and the shooting of Alex. Her husband had already been discharged and recuperated in their penthouse. But, of course, he was still busy, as always. He was on the phone or focusing on his laptop, even when Iris asked him to pause and concentrate on his meal. He distractedly said okay but was still on the call with Brandon, Sheila, Noah Evans, and his other people. To appease her, Alex touched Iris here and there. He was making sure that he remembered Iris. But to be perfectly blunt, it was not her main objective. Her objective was to put her husband on bed rest and spend time in the penthouse–unwinding from the recent accident that cost him walking with crutches like this. "Alex! You need to eat something first!" Iris said when Alex distractedly took a slice of apples but ignored the main course that Iris already prepared, waiting for him to sit down and take the lunch together. "A minute, babe, I am still on call with Brandon," Al
Alex felt that he was getting lighter and might pass out soon. But he still ensured Iris was okay and no harm was done to her. “Are you hurt, baby?” Alex asked his wife, who was still crying, seeing how wrecked his thigh was after getting shot. Iris shook her head and watched how Sebastian expertly administered first aid to his wound. One of Sebastian's men already called the police and ambulance to take them. “My father?” Alex asked Sebastian. “He and Jake are wounded. My men neutralized them. I will check them after taking care of you first,” Sebastian responded seriously. Time went blurry in his perspective. Not long after, the ambulance and police sirens were heard outside, and finally, the first responders came and took over the procedures. When one of the police came intending to question Alex and Iris–Sebastian stepped in and answered all the inquiries. “I will take care of it. Don’t worry. I already asked Brandon to accompany you and Iris to the hospital while I deal wi
ALEXANDER Alexander was busy being the CEO interim before the legal paperwork was done and held back-to-back nonstop meetings until he received a call from Sebastian. He frowned and finally asked the remaining directors who still got the post to take a break, and they dutifully left the meeting room. Leaving Alex with his two assistants and his personal lawyer. “Sebastian?” Alex received the call from the first ring. “What is it?” he asked Sebastian. “Someone breaking in and rob Iris’s store–” Sebastian briefed him quickly, and he cursed his heart out. “What the fuck is that mean? How is Iris now? Is she safe? Where are your men, Sebastian?” He rapidly threw questions at Sebastian. He rose from the seat and nodded at Brandon–gesturing that he would deal with this issue and asked his assistant to deal with the rest in the office. “Where is she now?” Alex barked while waiting for the lift door to open and brought him to his car in the basement. “Where is the robber?” He fe
When Iris heard that man's phone ringing, Iris focused on him. "How is it?" that man asked his caller. "Can you set up the bail on him? How much is it? I will transfer right now!" added him. He then glanced at Iris–borderline fascinated, making her shiver because she was uncomfortable with how he stared at her. "Sure, let me know when Jonathan will arrive here. We can start negotiating with Alex then." After that, he ended the call and turned to her with a slimy smile she hated profoundly. "Now, Mrs Browning, rest and wait until Jonathan comes here. We will talk a lot after this," "Who are you?" Iris asked him again.
IRIS After the last night dining with Alex, Iris got a new perspective and advice from him concerning how she opened the new store. With a calculator in front of her and a laptop to calculate the initial expense and capital she needed for the new business–Iris stared at the Excel sheet blankly. Too many zeros, and Iris could not keep up. She recalculated again, and still, the numbers were not changing. She was pondering the numbers deeply when her phone rang again. She checked the caller, and it was the realtor. “Oh, hi! Sorry for the late response,” Iris greeted the realtor. She replied while she inspected the qu
The meeting room was buzzing with anticipation.Alex and his two assistants came earlier than his father and the cronies. Alexander was also accompanied by his lawyer–ready to back him up for today’s meeting.His father’s ‘former’ supporters came flooding the room one by one. They sent a discreet glance at Alex. Ensuring Alex was true to his words and would not leak their filthy criminal and offensive acts to the press surely brought them down.But Alex sat still with a perfect poker face. His opponents could not see and not understand what he was thinking."All the preparation is already in motion. We can strike the attack at your sign," Brandon whispered."Yes, let
"What do you mean unlimited?" Iris asked him with a horrified expression. But still, in his mind, her face was extremely cute, so he could not stop smiling at her. "That's exactly what I said. No budget for you. Just spend whatever you wish, baby! I won't stop you, my personal accountant or financial advisors," he replied casually just before the chef served the first course of their omakase fine dining style at this restaurant. Iris was just shaking her head in disbelief. "I am serious, Alex! You can't just answer my question like that! I need you to tell me honestly how much I should spend if I want to make a branch for my small shop," Iris, in reflex, took his sleeve-asking for his undivided attention given solely to her. “Alright, I am listening to you now,” he turned and focused on her. He drew his body closer to her until he smelled her divine scent throughout his nose. Iris was flustered when he charged like that. In front of the chef–no less!“What is it, baby? What do yo