LOGINIris’s POV He was standing near the counter, waiting for his order, looking like he had just stepped out of a business meeting and also somehow a magazine photo shoot at the same time. Dark blazer, crisp shirt, that effortless composure that made everyone around him look slightly underdressed. My stomach dropped so fast I thought I might actually slide out of my chair. Maya saw him a second after I did. Her eyes went wide, and she kicked me under the table. Hard. "Ow," I hissed. "Sorry," she said, not sounding sorry at all. "My foot slipped." Victor turned, coffee in hand, and his eyes scanned the room. I knew the exact moment he spotted me because his expression flickered, just for a heartbeat. Then he smoothed it over with that calm, polite smile I had come to know too well. He started walking toward our table. "No
Iris’s POV My phone buzzed on the nightstand, rattling against the wood like an angry little beetle. I fumbled for it with my eyes still closed, swiping at the screen until the buzzing stopped and a voice came through instead."Good morning, future wife,” Marcus said cheerfully. His voice was still rough with sleep, that gravelly edge he always had first thing in the morning."What time is it?" I mumbled into the pillow."Early. I couldn't sleep."I rolled onto my back and blinked at the ceiling. "So you decided I shouldn't sleep either?""Exactly. Marriage is about sharing everything."I laughed, soft and sleepy. "I don't think that's what the vows say.""I'm adding it. 'In sickness and in health, and also I will wake you up when I'm bored.'""That's very romantic.""I thought so."I stretched under the covers, my body still heavy with the kind of deep sleep I hadn't had in
Iris’s POV My mother waited until we were all belted into the car before she dropped it. “We are going lingerie shopping.” I turned so fast my neck protested. “We are what?” “Lingerie,” she repeated, calm as ever. “You need things for the wedding night. And the honeymoon. And honestly, Iris, your underwear drawer is depressing.” Maya snorted from the back seat. “She’s not wrong. I found a pair with a hole in them.” “That was my favourite pair.” “That is exactly the problem,” my mother said. I slumped back and stared out the window, mourning the peace I’d just lost. The spa had been perfect and now I was being dragged into something that felt deeply unnecessary. “Can we not just order something online?” I tried. “Like a normal person?” “No,” my mother and Maya said together. “This is a bonding experience,” my mother added. “This is a hostage situation,” I muttered. Maya leaned forward. “Think of it this way. You’re buying something Marcus will see for about four seconds b
Iris’s POV The gate had barely swung open before my mum appeared, as if she had been waiting just behind it. I had one foot out of the car when she reached me, pulling me into a tight hug that caught me off guard. She held me at arm’s length a moment later, her hands framing my face as she looked me over properly. “My baby,” she said, her voice soft with relief. “You’re finally here.” “I’m here,” I replied, smiling. Her attention shifted almost immediately to Marcus, and her expression warmed even more. “Marcus, you’re welcome,” she said, stepping forward to greet him. “You didn’t have to bring her yourself.” “I wanted to,” he said easily. That seemed to please her, because she ushered us inside without another word, already calling out to the rest of the house. The moment we stepped into the foyer, I could hear voices layered over each other, laughter spilling from the sitting room, the faint clatter of dishes from the kitchen. It took a second for my eyes to adjust
Iris’s POV I didn’t realise how much of me had settled into Marcus’s place until I started packing. It wasn’t obvious before just small things that had slipped in and stayed. A cardigan thrown over a chair, my book on his bedside table and my charger that had quietly become his charger. Little pieces that made the place feel like mine without either of us ever saying it. Now I was gathering all of it into one suitcase. Marcus stood by the door for a bit, watching me in a way that made me self-conscious. “You’re really taking everything,” he said. I glanced at him, folding a top with more care than I usually bothered with. “Do you want me to leave something behind so I have a reason to come back?” “I don’t need a reason,” he said, stepping into the room. “You can just come back.” Something in his tone made me slow down. “I will,” I said. “It’s just… you know how it is. I’m just staying with my parents before the wedding.” “I know,” he said. “It doesn’t mean I have
Iris’s POV I walked out feeling accomplished. I was capable of deciding without turning it into theatrics But as we passed a watch store, I stopped walking. Maya kept going for a few steps before she realized I wasn't beside her. She turned around and saw me staring through the window. "No, absolutely not! We just had a win. Let's not ruin this." "I'm just looking, Maya." "You're not looking. I can see the gears turning, stop turning them." But I was already moving toward the door. Inside, the store was quiet and cool. Watches sat in glass cases. I walked past the flashy ones, the ones with too many dials and buttons. That didn't match Marcus’s style. Marcus likes things simple. I stopped in front of a watch with a dark grainy leather strap, even stitches, a solid buckle, and a plain face. Nothing fancy but any discerning eye could tell that it was the real deal. "That one," I said to the person behind the counter. Maya appeared beside me. "You already got him a note
Victor’s POV She whispered my name again. Victor. I stayed frozen above her, my cock pressed right against her tight entrance. Every muscle in my body screamed to pull away. She was drugged. She was my son's fiancée. She was untouched. I had no right to take this from her, no right to be the on
Victor’s POV I was sitting in the dark when her call came in. The house was quiet but tonight the silence felt different like the walls themselves were waiting for something. I had been thinking about her for hours, replaying the café, the way her pulse jumped under my fingers, the way she looked
Iris’s POV The apartment felt too quiet without Marcus.He had left for his business trip that morning, kissing my forehead and promising to call every night. The door had clicked shut behind him, and the silence that followed had been so heavy I could barely breathe.Three days. Seventy two hours
Marcus’s POVSunday mornings used to be my favorite day.I would wake up to the smell of coffee brewing and the sound of Iris moving around the kitchen in her bare feet, humming softly under her breath. I would lie there for a few minutes, just listening, just letting the warmth of knowing she was







