บททั้งหมดของ Vended to Don Damon: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Iris’s POVI sat in the theory class on carbohydrate food classification, my mind dancing all over the place.I had tossed and turned in bed all night, unable to sleep a wink, and now, I was unable to concentrate in class because I was worried about freaking Damon Vyon.He was arrested, so? Shouldn’t I be happy I was free from him at least? He was behind bars, so I could seize this opportunity, and make good use of it.Instead, I couldn’t get my mind off him being behind those prison bars, worrying about how he must be faring.It must have been hellish, sleeping on those cold floors…Sighing, I banged my head against the see-through half-wall in front of me, completely oblivious to my surroundings.“Miss. Paulman?” The girl beside me called, tapping me, and I snapped out of my reverie.“Huh?”“The teacher is speaking to you,” she whispered, and I looked up to see several heads turned in my direction, Marianna’s silver-gray eyes zeroing in on me in concern.“Iris,” she called, and I bo

Iris’s POV“Who are you trying to escape from?”Luca wasn’t making this any easier for me, as he kept responding to my questions with questions of his own.Why couldn’t he just respond with a simple yes or no?“Look,” I whispered, “it’s a bit complicated—““What exactly is your deal, Iris?” Luca suddenly asked, causing me to forget my escape plan for a moment.“What?”“Why do you confuse me?” He continued, watching me very carefully. “You look at me with those eyes of yours, confusing me each time I look at you. You give me a lot of mixed signals, it’s draining—““What are you saying?” I interrupted, wondering if the construction of these sentences he was saying to me was right at all. “Mixed signals?”“Yes, Iris, mixed signals. Since the day I saw you at that window, I’ve been seeing you in my dreams, every single day since then. Plus, I’ve been trying to speak to you for ages,” he responded, “get a little familiar, maybe become a friend, but you always run from me. And now I eventua

Iris’s POVI whirled around to see him smiling down at me like he’d just discovered a gold mine.Wilson, the same boy who had started getting on my nerves the very same day I joined the academy.“What do you want?” I queried, watching him stagger into the third seat at the table.“To help you of course, my darling,” Wilson replied, grinning sheepishly, “Isn’t that what you seek? Help? I’ll do whatever it is you want, okay?”I opened my mouth to say something but Luca’s voice cut me off. “Look, Iris,” he called, totally ignoring Wilson’s presence at the table, “what about your real parents? Surely, they wouldn’t be—““Hush it! will you?” I whispered fiercely, lowering my eyes and narrowing them at him. “We’re not alone,” I mouthed, but he still didn’t get the hint.“What do you think you’re doing?”“We’re not done discussing the details of your escape—“I banged my palms against the table, bolting to my feet. “Stop the madness, please!” I screamed, trying as hard as possible to pass hi

Iris’s POVI ended up on the witness stand a week after I said I wasn’t going to testify for Damon.Turns out incriminating evidence had been found against Damon, regarding his involvement in the slave trade and human trafficking, and he’d been summoned to court.He had left yesterday, not before reminding me that I would show up in court later today and testify for him. Say he was family to me, and I wasn’t bought off like some slave.I had reluctantly agreed, unwilling to get into an argument with him, and silently making up my mind on what I was finally going to do concerning my escape plan.Now I was seated in the back of this SUV, speeding across the highway to the New York high court, with Gary at the wheel.My phone pinged loudly and I clutched it tightly, pressing my palm down hard on the speaker port.The text was from Luca. I’ll be waiting back out when you’re ready, it read, and I squeezed my eyes shut, leaning my head against the headrest.I couldn’t stop trembling, and I

Iris’s POVThe consigliere, Damon’s lawyer, announced in a loud and clear voice.“Miss. Mirabel Theresa, please make your way to the stand.”I whirled around to look at him, wide-eyed. What was going on here? Aunt Mimi was the next witness. I didn’t think they would do this… go this far.I whipped my gaze over to Damon as Aunt Mimi stood and made her way to the witness stand, glaring at him so hard and willing him to look my way. But he didn’t…Had he known I would change my statement later on? But it wasn’t like I’d planned to…So he’d prepared Aunt Mimi as a backup plan in case I failed him. Smartass devil.What other tricks did he have up his sleeves?I slowly sank into my seat, watching in a daze as she climbed the witness stand and took the witness oath. Then the question session commenced.“Miss Teresa,” the consigliere started, “how are you related to my clients, Damon Vyon, and Iris Paulman?”“They’re my family, of course.”“A simple answer would do, Miss Theresa. Please refra