로그인Iris’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
Iris’s POV The mall was way too loud for a Tuesday afternoon. Music blasted from three different stores at once, a baby was screaming somewhere near the food court, and a teenager walked past me yelling into her phone about someone named Derek who had apparently "liked her story but didn't text back." I felt ancient just listening to it. Maya walked beside me, holding a giant pretzel she'd bought the second we walked in. She'd offered me a bite. I'd said no. She'd offered again. I'd said no again. She was now eating it with the kind of dramatic enjoyment usually reserved for people in yogurt commercials. "You're still thinking about it," she said around a mouthful of pretzel. "I'm not thinking about anything." "You're thinking so loud I can hear it. It sounds like a dial-up internet connection in there." I crossed my arms tighter. "I just want to find the right gift. That's all. It's a few days before the wedding." "It's a gift, Iris not a kidney transplant. You don't need a pe
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
Iris’s POV The house was bigger than I expected. A wide brick place set back from the road, with a circular driveway and tall windows glowing warm in the evening light. Marcus parked behind a line of cars and glanced at me with a small, reassuring smile. Through the windows, I could see people mov







