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Chapter 6

Author: Paris Belle
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-29 02:21:42

Iris stood in front of the giant mansion, her fists clenched on the shopping bag handle. The dress Marx had "suggested" she get at the mall, the lilac flowing dress that caressed her curves in all the right places that just felt so much like a costume instead of actual garments. She hated how gorgeous it fit. She hated that she cared about it. And above all else, she hated Marx.

She opened the door before she could knock. Marx stood in the doorway, wearing a navy-blue suit that shouted money and charisma. His smile was too bland, too rehearsed.

"You're late," he told her, regarding her slowly, deliberately. "But you look…. perfect."

"I wasn't waiting for your opinion," she growled, pushing past him into the spacious foyer.

The table was laid, candles alight, crystal glasses, and a chef who had nodded respectfully and disappeared through the kitchen doors. There were two fashionably attired people seated at the long table: a woman who had pointed cheekbones and a diamond choker and a s
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    The silence after his question was oppressive. It hung in the air like the smoke from an unsnuffed fire, suffocating all the edges of the room. You could hear the walls breathing.Iris gripped the little chip tighter with her hand. Its jagged edge bit into the palm of her hand, hard enough to draw blood. It felt alive—like it had waited for this moment longer than she had."I asked you," Marx said again, slowly, heavily. He stepped farther into the room, darkness enfolding him like shawls. "Where did you find that?"She didn't move. Couldn't. The wedding dress was clutched to her wet skin, fabric sticking like regret. Her hair was escaping pins, the veil crumpled on the floor behind her like broken vows.The locket dangled on her other hand. Opened now. Empty. Dangerous."Rosa gave it to me," she said, her voice a strand of steel around fear. "A long time ago. She told me to keep it safe."Marx's eyes narrowed, and for an instant, she saw something raw behind his eyes. Something borde

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    The wedding dress lay over her bed like an unspoken warning, too beautiful, too still, too wrong.Iris sat at the end of the bed, her fingertips still numb from the chill of the letter Rosa had brought. The words whirred through her head like a scratchy record:"If you get this, don't marry him. He's hiding something from you. Please, Iris. Reach me before it's too late."The silence of the penthouse threatened to close in on her like a noose. She ran her fingers over the old phone once more, reading the message thread, searching for something—anything—that would explain to her what Rosa was attempting to convey. But the rest of the thread was empty. The timestamp? 3:11 AM, three days previously.Why would Rosa text her in the middle of the night?Why disappear afterward?And why should Marx, of all people, scare her off from her own cousin?A sickly sensation crawled up in her belly. It wasn't control any longer, it was fear. Fear of something she didn't understand. Fear of something

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