All Chapters of The Billionaire's Secret Obsession : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

IRISI was at my desk in the office, sorting through papers and typing up reports, when two of my bodyguards rushed in, dressed in all black with wires poking out from their ears."Miss Iris, we need to leave now," one of them said urgently, his voice tense.I blinked in confusion, feeling the stares of my coworkers boring into me as I stood up hesitantly. "What's going on?" I asked, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment."We'll explain on the way, but we need to go," the other bodyguard insisted, gesturing for me to follow them.Feeling like I had no choice, I followed them out of the office, my heart racing with apprehension. What could be so urgent that they had to whisk me away like this?As we made our way through the crowded corridors, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at me. Were we in danger? And if so, why hadn't anyone else been notified?Finally, we reached the parking lot, and I saw Les waiting for me by the car, a grim expression on his face."Iris, we ne

IRISAs we stepped through the front door of our home, the weight of the day's events still heavy on my shoulders, I knew there was one more hurdle to overcome before we could fully focus on our investigation. With a deep breath, I reached for my phone, dreading the conversation that awaited me.I pressed the phone to my ear, steeling myself for the inevitable confrontation with my boss. "Hello?" I said tentatively, my voice trembling slightly.On the other end of the line, my boss's voice crackled with irritation. "Iris, where have you been?" he snapped, his tone sharp and unforgiving. "You can't just disappear without a word."I winced, feeling a surge of guilt wash over me. "I'm sorry, sir," I stammered, scrambling for an explanation. "There was an emergency, and I had to leave suddenly."But my apology fell on deaf ears as my boss continued to berate me, his words growing more harsh with each passing moment. I felt the familiar sting of tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as

IRISAs Les and I glided across the dance floor, the subtle tension between us mirrored the unease swirling in my mind. The lavish surroundings of the charity ball seemed to fade into the background as I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss about the invitation."You seem lost in thought, Iris," Les remarked, his voice warm as he guided me in the dance. "Is everything alright?"I sighed softly, my eyes scanning the room for any signs of suspicion. "I can't shake the feeling that there's more to this invitation than meets the eye," I confessed, my words laced with uncertainty.Les furrowed his brow, his gaze searching mine for reassurance. "What do you mean?" he inquired, a hint of concern coloring his tone."It's just... why was I specially invited?" I murmured, my thoughts racing. "You mentioned you get invites like this all the time, but it feels odd that I was singled out."Les nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. "You have a point," he admitted, his voice tinge

LESI was in the throes of my own anger, but the moment I noticed the departure of my brother, my rage softened. One glance at Iris, and she nodded at me to go after him, which I did. Entering the elevator, I pulled out my phone and accessed all the cameras to pinpoint my brother's location. It didn't take long to find him scurrying down the stairs to the ground floor. My brother has always been one to maintain composure in all things, but now, from my point of view, he was an agitated mess. Pressing the button for the ground floo, I sighed and let the elevator begin its descent to the living room. Sometimes, I wonder what my life would have been like if I had grown up with a good, normal father. Maybe I'd be some corporate guy living in a cute condo, married with one or two kids instead of having an irrational fear of intimacy and⁸8⁸⁸fatherhood. Maybe I'd be a normal guy. But I'm not. Instead, I'm messed up in the head, struggling with a trauma I wouldn't wish on anyone. Thank Go

IRISIt's been days since the threat was made, and nothing else has happened. Still, I lived in quiet fear, always looking over my shoulder despite Les tripling my bodyguards. The media wasn't helping either.Everywhere I went, they followed with their cameras, and they were obnoxious about it. If it weren't for the men Les hired to protect me, they would be in my face, flashing their cameras and asking me stupid questions. Even the crazy speculations they made about me still hadn't died down. People still believed I was from an old money rich family that preferred to keep their name out of the news while the majority believed I was a low lifer who inserted myself into Les and Walter's life and was content to play them against each other. I really didn't care for the gossip. I just wanted to be able to do my job and save people's lives behind the scenes. So, every day before and after work, Meera and I convened on Hannah's matter. Since that day, we hadn't made any major progress in