Chapter 9

Ryan took her to his room ripping off her clothes on the way, he placed her on his bed naked, still rough kissing her, she helped him remove his clothes as she could feel his bare chest, not ready to dig into her immediately, he tortured her with pain of pleasure, biting her hard nipple which lead to soft moaning….

Iris, unsure of where the noise was coming from, walked passed the room and paused on Ryan's door as it was left open..

She couldn't believe her eyes. Iris was dismayed, a sting of pain pierced through her heart. Her legs immediately felt heavy to move, as she was weak to her knees, she managed to drag her feet to lean on the wall and she moved slowly to her room, climbed her bed and curled up herself as hot tears fell from her eyes.

“Iris, why are you crying? Why do you care if he's with another woman? Have you forgotten you are only married to him based on a contract”?.

“So what the tears  all about”? She questioned herself, not knowing what answers to give.

“But why do I feel so hurt”? Iris said.

“I'm trapped, I can't live my life how I want to, yet I'm tortured emotionally”. She spoke to herself with tears rolling down her cheeks.

“He doesn't even care about my feelings, I wish this all charade would just come to an end, I am tired and can't take it any more”….

Ryan didn't go soft on her, of course she was a whore and she would get a whore pleasure, her moaning turned into a scream of pleasure as he pushed his erection into her forcefully,she gasped and arched her back.

He choked the life out of her while thrusting in and out of her like a horse, with her breast bouncing, her vagina wet and sloppy noises heard.

Iris laid on her bed, uncertain why the felt hurt by what she saw, she couldn't sleep the moaning was 

Intensified, frustrated she stood up and pushed down everything on her table and dragged down the beautiful purple blanket, pillow and bedsheets.

Fuck! She exclaimed

Looking at the mess she made, she took the pillows, climbed up the bare bed and covered her ears with the pillow and zoomed off to dreamland….

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Ryan, awakened by the gentle caress of sunlight through the curtains, stretched his body with a languid grace. 

His discerning eyes scanned the room, realizing the lady from the night had departed as per his routine. The unspoken agreement with his guards was clear – any companion brought into the house would be discreetly paid off and sent away before he rose the next morning.

With a practiced nonchalance, he rose from the bed and made his way to the shower, the cascading water serving as a brief respite from the complexities of his life. 

A swift routine of brushing his teeth followed, each action executed with a precision that mirrored the controlled chaos of his world.

Dressed in the aftermath of his morning rituals, Ryan's path led him to Iris's room.

He got into the room and saw how Iris' room was in a mess, his gaze moved from the broken cups,mirror, and mug to the scattered books, bedsheets, duve and clothes on the floor.

Just as he moved closer to sleeping beauty iris on her bed, he noticed the dried tears on her face, her beautiful pink little lips pouting out, her oval face, tiny pointed nose and her natural long lashes.

Iris was an epitome of beauty, he had just realized but there wasn't more he could do with her, she was only a means to acquire his father's empire and nothing much…….

Just as he wanted to move closer to her, his phone rang. He quickly stepped out to pick up the call, not wanting to disturb Iris's sleep. 

The caller was his private investigator who had eyes on Iris's mother for him."Yes, what is it?" Ryan answered curtly."Sir, I wanted to inform you that Iris's mother doesn't stay alone. There's a lady who often stays with her," the investigator reported.

"Who is she?" Ryan asked, intrigued."I'm not sure yet, but I can find out. 

"Yes, do that, meanwhile, I want you to give some money to her and tell her it’s from Iris?"Ryan ordered.

“Make sure she knows it's from her daughter." "Understood, sir," the investigator responded before ending the call.

Ryan pocketed his phone and was about to return to Iris's room when the chef approached him."Sir, breakfast is ready," she informed him.Ryan nodded but didn't respond, his mind still on the call. 

The chef, understanding his unspoken command, decided to leave when he spoke, “call my wife so we can eat together”

The chef, aware that Sarah is Iris' personal maid, informed Sarah to call her for breakfast .

Sarah knocked softly on Iris's door but got no response. She opened the door quietly and saw Iris sleeping peacefully. 

She closed the door silently behind her and walked closer to Iris to confirm if she was still sleeping. Seeing that Iris hadn't moved, she tiptoed to the side of the bed where there was a drawer, bending down slowly, still looking around to ensure Iris was asleep.

She stretched her hands towards the drawers.

"Sarah, is that you?" Iris asked, her eyes slightly open as she stretched her hands and legs and sat up.

"Uh-m, y-es yes good- good morning, ma'am Iris," Sarah flinched and stammered, giving a weak smile.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Iris asked, her voice laced with suspicion."Yes, I'm fine. Breakfast is ready. Sir Ryan asked me to call you, and I'm just surprised seeing your room in this mess" Sarah replied, trying to compose herself.

"That pig," Iris muttered under her breath, clenching her fists. The thoughts of last night crawled back into her memory. 

"He will pay for  this, I swear it," she said, grinding her teeth as she spoke."Tell him I'm not hungry. Go now," Iris ordered.Without a word, Sarah left the room. Iris flung the pillow beside her to the ground in frustration.

Sarah went downstairs, seeing Ryan sitting at the dining table, pressing his phone, his food untouched.

"I guess he's waiting for Iris," Sarah thought.

"Sir Ryan, Iris refused to come downstairs for breakfast," Sarah said cautiously.

Ryan raised his head, annoyance flickering in his eyes. With a curt nod, he stood up and stormed towards Iris's room.He pushed the door open, and the sight before him was unforgettable………