All Chapters of Iris: The Mafia’s Bride : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Iris POVIt all happened so fast and subtly. It gave no signs of any danger or warning. I felt like my heart was going to jump right out of my chest as I looked around. The entire living room was on fire. I had been trapped inside and the flames seemed to be getting bigger by the second. Everywhere I looked there was smoke and fire, and I knew that I had to get out of there quickly but I needed to inform my family so we could all escape together.I called for my step mother and siblings, but no one answered. I ran upstairs and looked through every room. No one was in their room. I could not help the tears that flowed. How could everyone leave so suddenly and without me? I was just in the kitchen a while back and everyone was in the Living room. Then, it hit me. They had all left me, including my own father.The heat was unbearable and the smoke was making it hard for me to breathe. Everywhere I looked, furniture was burning and the walls were crumbling around me. I could hear the crac

Arthur's POVI slammed my fist against the steering wheel of my car, curses spewing from my mouth. Nothing ever goes as I planned. How could this have happened? I had spent weeks planning this operation, and yet there I was, staring at a pile of ashes, with not a single thing to show for it.I got to my mansion and I shouted at the men in the room, letting out all my rage and frustration. I cursed them inappropriately for their incompetence, for their lack of foresight, for their lack of loyalty.My voice was filled with venom as I bellowed out my orders. All of them knew that they would be in danger because I was in a bad mood and as such, they all maintained themselves. I vowed to make the Scott family pay, Sebastian especially, he would regret killing my parents; he would regret making my sister and me orphans.My voice grew quieter as I watched my men scurry away, a trail of fear in their wake. I had made my point, but it was not enough. I wanted more than just words. I wanted act

Iris POV "Let's go in. " Arthur said again but this time, I could feel that it wasn't Arthur holding my hand anymore and that strangely sour my mood. I walked alongside the person that held my hand while Arthur walked behind us, muttering something to the man in a code that I did not understand but I wasn't ready to understand either as I already had a lot to think about and I did not want more. "Can I really forget about that day?" Was the question that kept troubling my mind and I was frustrated. "Leave the room, I want to speak with her. " I heard Arthur said to the men in the room and I wondered why. I was helped to a seat before the men left the room and I heard the sound of a seat being pulled before Arthur sat across me. He was so close to me that I could clearly perceived his scent and it made my inside churn with weirdly. As a girl that never had intimacy with any guy before, I expected myself to be shy and scared but... It was the complete opposite!

Arthur POV"Ugh!" I groaned in frustration as I sent my pillow flying across the room, bitterness rising up my throat and coming through my lips as hardened curses against that bastard that called himself Sebastian Scott. I still remember those bitter cold nights, taking care of my sister and sometimes my small body as a child and I would shake so hard watching my hatred for the man mount every single day. Despite all my careful planning he had still escaped. I sat on my king size bed and ran my fingers through my hair, trying to calm myself down. He wasn't going to escape not anymore but for now I needed to be a little bit patient. After all, I had waited my entire life to end this man…just a little bit longer. As I began to steady I closed my eyes, pulling in to make my entire body relax and the moment I closed my eyes the only issue of a frail body with sharp blue eyes penetrated my thoughts and I immediately opened my house.Darn it!How can a bastard like Sebastian even have

Iris POV"...You are so disgusting…no man in his right mind would ever want to be with you…" My father said this to me heatedly one Sunday afternoon my offence was that I had tripped and shattered a glass of wine that I was supposed to delivered during dinner. I thought that my short miserable life was going to come to an end on that day as my father's eyes were burning with fury and anger while the rest of my step family were egging him on. An apology tried to escape my lips but before I could even manage to see that he immediately slapped me across the face and began to pour curses on me one after another as if it was a heavy rain that was beaten down against me.He told me that I would never be useful in life and when he felt that he had run out of insults he began to say things that he didn't even make any sense at all including the one that no man will ever want me. I was used to soaking my pillow with tears but that night I couldn't even cry pain was so much that tears alo