Novels by Barbie

IRIS’S POVMy hand trembled slightly as I opened the bedroom door just a crack. Lucien stood there, holding a plate of food himself instead of sending one of the staff. The gesture felt far too intimate for someone who had been inside me just last night.He didn’t wait for an invitation. He stepped into the room calmly, his massive build made the large bedroom suddenly feel smaller. I closed the door behind him, my heart skipped multiple beats as he placed the tray on the small table near the window.“You shouldn’t be in here,” I whispered, crossing my arms over my chest.Lucien looked around slowly, his eyes taking in the massive bed I shared with Ambrose, the anniversary flowers that still sat untouched on the dresser, and the scent of my husband’s cologne that still lingered in the air. “Why are you really back in New York, Lucien?” I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.He turned to face me, leaning against the table with that calmness I was starting to recognize. “Famil

IRIS’S POV“Good morning, sister in law.”His words hit me like ice water. I stood frozen in the entrance of the dining area, staring at the man seated comfortably beside Ambrose. His voice… that deep, controlled tone. I knew it instantly. It was the same voice that had whispered filthy things in my ear last night while he was buried deep inside me.Ambrose looked up from his coffee, completely unaware of the storm raging inside me. “Iris, you’re back. This is Lucien Dupont. My younger adoptive brother, he just returned to New York after years handling business overseas.”Lucien leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes locked onto mine with a small, knowing smirk playing on his lips. “Its a pleasure to finally meet you properly, Iris.”I nearly lost my balance. My heart almost escaped my ribs as the memories of last night flooded back—his hands gripping my hips, his thick cock stretching my pussy, the way he groaned my name when he came inside me. And here he was, acting like nothi

IRIS’S POVI pushed open the door to one of the private hotel suites upstairs, my heart felt like it was failing and my head spinning from too much champagne. The moment the door clicked shut behind me, I leaned against it, trying desperately to breathe. The humiliation from earlier still hubg in my throat. Ambrose’s calm voice announcing Blair’s pregnancy kept replayed in my mind like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.I kicked off my heels, letting them fall carelessly to the floor. My feet ached as I walked to the large mirror on the wall. Staring at my reflection, I barely recognized the woman looking back. My makeup was slightly smudged and my eyes had gone red from fighting back tears. When had my marriage become this empty? Three years of giving everything, and this was what I got in return.The tears I held back finally slipped down my cheeks. I wiped them away angrily, but more kept coming.The suite door opened quietly behind me. I tensed immediately, spinning around.

IRIS’S POV“Happy anniversary, Mrs. Dupont.”Her words felt like poison to my ears. I stood frozen in the middle of our beautifully set dining room, the candles I had chosen myself still flickered lightly between us. My eyes moved from Ambrose’s calm face to the woman standing beside him. She was absolutely stunning, the kind of beautiful that turned heads without effort and she had his suit jacket draped over her shoulders as if it was hers.“Who is this?” My voice came out quieter than I wanted.Ambrose loosened his tie slightly, his expression stayed as controlled as ever, like this was just another board meeting. “Iris, this is Blair Adeline. Blair… my wife, Iris.”Blair gave me a small, polite smile, but her eyes studied me carefully. One hand rested gently on her stomach and the gesture made my chest tighten.“Pregnant,” Ambrose continued in the same steady tone. “She’s carrying my child.”I felt like the floor was going to open up and swallow me. I stared at him, waiting for

IRIS’S POVI woke up to the usual silence of our Manhattan penthouse. The spot beside me on the massive king-sized bed was cold and untouched, the bed sheets were still perfectly smooth as if no one had slept there at all. I stared at the empty space for a long moment, brushing my hand over the fabric before I pulled it back. Three years of marriage, and this had become normal. Ambrose was already gone for work…again.At least today was supposed to be different.I dragged myself out of bed, the silk of my nightdress slid against my skin as I walked barefoot across the heated marble floors. The tall glass windows showed a perfect view of the New York skyline, but the beauty of the view felt hollow this morning. I wrapped my arms around myself and moved toward the kitchen, my bare feet made light sounds on the ground as I moved.“Happy anniversary to me,” I whispered, forcing a small smile on my face.The staff were already moving around quietly when I got downstairs. Maria, our he