LOGINIris watched her family die right before her eyes. Her family's hard work igniting in flames while he stepped into the flames like he owned it. She hated him. He killed her family . He stole her life. He saw her as his new toy. He so badly wants to leave scars on her. On her body and on her mind. He is the king of destruction that has killed thousands without blinking an eye. She's frail and little but her mind is like that of a chess player. Calm and cold. Always three moves ahead. Now Cassian Donatelli has her. Snake tattoo at his throat. Eyes as Cold as winter. The man the world calls king, and she calls monster. He questions her for weeks until she breaks. He touches her like she belongs to him. Because in his world, she does. She starts seeing things in him that no one else saw. Her heart began to beat faster when he came closer. Now she has her mind and emotions conflicting each other. Will she, ever get the chance to avenge her family?
View MoreIris didn't move.Her eyes remained fixed on the tiny engraving.The date.Her date.There was no way.She turned the metal piece over in her hand.Nothing.She checked again.Same date.Her birthday.Why would a piece of evidence recovered from an attack on Cassian's mansion carry her birth date?Her thoughts raced.Her father.The hospital.The heart.The symbol.Cassian.None of it made sense.And somehow...It all seemed connected.She pushed herself away from the door.No.She wasn't going to stand here waiting for answers.If Cassian wouldn't give them to her...She'd find them herself.---The hallway was almost empty.Most of the guards had been pulled toward the eastern wing after the explosion.Iris moved quietly.Not sneaking.She didn't need to.After five years in this mansion, she knew every corridor.Every staircase.Every blind spot.She reached the study.The door was slightly open.She stopped.Cassian never left his study open.Not after midnight.Not after an attac
"We need to talk about the night you were born." Iris stared at him. For a moment, she genuinely wondered if she'd heard him correctly. "My birth?" Cassian stared at her blankly. She looked down at the small piece of metal sitting in her palm. The serpent wrapped around the heart. Then back at him. "You've known about this." "I've known things." Her eyes narrowed. "That's not the same answer." "It is the only one you're getting right now." She scoffed. "Of course." She turned away from him. Five years. Five years of being in this man's house. Five years of following his rules. Five years of being told just enough to keep her alive and never enough to understand why. And apparently... it had all started before she could even remember. "Why didn't you tell me?" Cassian remained silent. She turned back. "Look at me." His eyes lifted to hers. Something about the way he looked at her made her confidence falter for half a second. Not because he was frighteni
Iris didn't sleep eyes stared half closed at the ceiling. Every time her eyes closed, the same thing happened. Darkness. Then—white. Her eyes snapped open again. She stared at the ceiling. Her breathing was slow. Controlled. She had learned how to control her breathing years ago. Inhale. Hold. Exhale. Again. She closed her eyes. Nothing happened. For a few seconds... nothing. Then—a sound. A faint beeping. Beep. Beep. Beep. Her body went completely still. She didn't know that sound. At least... she didn't think she did. Beep. Beep. Beep. Suddenly, the darkness behind her eyelids changed. White walls. Too bright. A ceiling light burning directly above her. Her head felt heavy. Her body felt strangely small. She tried to move. Nothing. A voice came from somewhere beside her. "She's awake." Iris's eyes flew open. She sat upright so quickly the room spun. Her hand pressed against her chest. Her heart was pounding. "No..." She looked around her bedroom. Nothing.
The room had emptied.Only two guards remained near the door while the technicians continued working at the computers. But the chaos from earlier had faded into something worse.Silence.Iris sat on the edge of a chair, staring at the floor.Someone was looking for me.The words she'd spoken still echoed in her head. She didn't know why she'd said them. She didn't know where the thought had come from. It had simply appeared. Like a memory she'd forgotten she had.Her fingers slowly tightened around the fabric of her trousers.She hated that feeling. Not knowing. Not understanding.For five years, she'd trained herself to remember everything. Every face. Every exit. Every weapon. Every lesson Cassian had forced into her head. Nothing was supposed to slip past her.Yet somehow... a symbol had. A voice had. And now a silhouette."You're thinking too loudly."Iris looked up.Cassian stood near the window. His jacket was gone, leaving him in the same dark shirt he'd worn during the attack.






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