Semua Bab Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine!: Bab 51 - Bab 60

IRIS ‘A driver will pick you up at 9. Be ready.’ I swallowed the lump in my throat as I stared at the message that I’d just received from Maverick. Last night was a blur. After I’d begged Maverick not to look into me, he was quiet. He just held me tightly while I cried. And the next thing he’d said was, “Go to bed, Iris.” I had no idea what was going on in his mind, or whether he was going to listen to my pleas and not dig into me. At least, not until I was ready to tell him. Today would be my first day working as Maverick’s assistant even though I didn't know much of what my job entailed. It wasn’t a real job that I had to be dedicated to, it was just a front. Something that would also bring me closer to the company. Closer to Sebastian and Eleanor. And Maverick had left without me. Apparently, he had hired a new driver who would drive me to work. An hour later, I was dressed in a black corporate gown that I found lodged somewhere in my closet, with a pair of stilettos. I tie

IRIS “I cannot believe you work with him every single day.” Megan shook her head in pure disbelief as she cut into her chicken. She looked at me like I was the craziest woman on the planet. “I mean, I get the whole revenge thing, but how are you still sane?”Megan, Amethyst, and I were having lunch at a restaurant not too far from the house.I rolled my eyes, sipping my margarita. “I think I lost my sanity the second I agreed to this deal.” It had been a little over a week since I started working at the company with Maverick, and let’s just say, things had been…electric.I’d thought that working with him would provide me with some sort of distraction or something for me to focus on, but I was wrong. Working with Maverick was fucking intense.I shared the same office with Chase, but every time Maverick and I were in the same room, I could feel him.And I fucking hated it.Coupled with the fact that he had made it his life’s mission to frustrate me. I was in charge of getting his coff

MAVERICK Something wasn’t right.I felt it the moment I stepped into the house and I didn’t hear her, but I knew it the moment I knocked on the door to her room and there was no answer. No sign of Iris when I opened the door.I checked the time on my watch—past nine pm. Iris should have been back hours ago.Pulling my phone out, I dialed her number. It rang and rang, but there was no answer. No missed texts from her. Nothing.I clenched my jaw, my grip tightening around the phone as I exhaled. Iris wasn’t the type to ignore my calls, but maybe she was at Megan’s.But even as I dialed Megan’s number, the feeling that something terrible had happened nagged at the back of my mind.Megan picked up on the second ring.“Maverick?” She sounded surprised. “What’s up?”“Is Iris with you?” I asked, skipping the formalities. I already knew the answer before Megan even replied.Megan was quiet for a few seconds, processing my question, and then she said, “I thought she was with you. We parted wa

MAVERICK Ryan was waiting for me when I arrived at The Haven. He sat in the booth in the farthest corner, swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand like he didn’t have a fucking care in the world.I didn’t hesitate. I stormed toward him, gripping the edge of the table hard enough to crack the wood. “Where is she?”Ryan didn't even blink. He tilted his head lazily, smirking as his eyes met mine. “You look like shit, Sinclair.”I instantly reached for him, pulling him out of the booth by the collar of his shirt. I didn’t care about the attention I was getting from the bar goers. My girl was fucking missing.“You’d better start talking if you don’t want me to bash your face in,” I growled at him.Ryan—the little fucking shit he was—smiled at me. He wasn’t scared. Wasn’t even fucking moved. I tightened my grip on his collar, resisting the urge to slam him against the wall.My patience had run out.“Tsk, tsk,” he tutted. “That’s no way to treat the only person in this room who knows where

MAVERICK Iris’s face was pale, her hair a tangled mess, and she had dried tear streaks on her cheeks. And her eyes… they seemed to stare into space even though she was looking at me.“Maverick?” She said weakly.“I’m here, Angel.”Iris exhaled sharply. Her body trembled as she threw herself into my arms. I caught her, holding her close to me.“I’ve got you,” I murmured into her hair. “I’ve fucking got you.”She was shaking, but she wasn’t crying. Meanwhile, I was shaking with anger.I was going to kill Quentin.There was no sign of him when we arrived. No sign of Roman or the car. But after I got Iris home safely, I was going to find them.I pulled back, gripping her face gently as I searched her expression. “Where’s Quentin?”I noticed the way she stiffened at my question. Iris looked away from me, opening her mouth with hesitation.She shook her head. “Quentin?” she whispered. “He didn't do this.”My jaw clenched as I registered her answer. Iris wasn’t that good of a liar. I lifte