“You are the property of the Don. You belong to me, and I won’t hesitate to burn anyone who even thinks of laying a finger on you,” he murmured, his hot, husky breath brushing against my ear. My breath hitched as I feel his lips pressed against my neck. “Mine to devour,” he whispered, his voice trailing lower. “Mine alone.” •••• When Iris is sold by her grandmother, only to be auctioned and bought by the most dangerous man she’d ever laid eyes on—Damon Vyone —her world fractures. A man who kills without flinching. Now, she belongs to him. Nowhere to run. No escape. And he has no intention of letting her out of his sight.
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Iris POV
“Where are we going sister?” I asked, this didn't look anything like the newtown market.
“We are almost there, Iris be patient” She gave me a reassuring warm smile.
I nodded.
It had been thirteen years since I started living at the church, thirteen years since my father dropped me off. Promising to return, to come back and take me along.
I could still remember that fateful night vividly.
His eyes were empty without emotions.
My mother was nowhere to be found.
The sound of the church door closing as I stepped in.
"Iris, I have to go, I’ll be back to get you okay ? " my father's voice echoed in my head.
Tears streamed down my face as I watched him disappear that night.
I waited for him to return, days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months.
But he never came back.
After my father's abandonment, the only thing I had as a family was the church. Sister Anne took me as her very own child. The church became my home.
“Sister Iris.” I remembered as sister Anne's sweet voice would call, she was one of the people I had come to love in the church. She cared for me like a mother would.
“You seem lost in thought.” She said,
“Oh,that.” I said, scratching my hair awkwardly.
“Thinking about your parents again?” She would ask. This always brought a smile to my face, she always knew what I was thinking. I wonder if I was easy to read or it was because we were so close.
After that she would spread her hands out for a hug.“It's going be alright child,the lord has not forsaken you.”
Every morning, we would all gather at the dining table at the church, all the sisters already fitted in their uniform with godmother Anne at the head of the table.
Godmother Anne’s voice would echo through the room as she urged us to say our prayers. We could never eat unless our prayers were successfully recited word for word. That was our daily routine, one I had come to love.
Earlier this evening, Sister Anne had requested I follow her to the newtown market. She had never asked me to accompany her before and when she did,I hurriedly accepted without a second thought.
The church's familiar walls had long disappeared, we were already far away from the building and heading toward the lonely aisles. The church was built away from town with tall trees situated around it like a fence.
We finally arrived in front of an old warehouse, it was lonely and deserted with no soul in sight.
I kept wondering if this was the right place or if we had made a wrong turn on the way cause it looked nothing like a market. No scent of prepared meals, no buzzing activities, nothing. There were supposed to be at least something indicating traces ofa marketplace but none.
I was about to protest before a man in his late 40s suddenly came out of the warehouse, he was fitted in finely woven fabric and made his way to our direction immediately greeting Sister Anne.
"Finally Annabelle, I thought you'd also fail to come tonight as well." The man spoke before staring at head to knees.
Sister Anne's jaw immediately clenched at his words but she didn't speak.
“S-sister Anne,” I stammered, gripping her gown tightly. “Are you sure this is the right place ?” I questioned, only to be met with a cold stern look for her, threatening that I immediately loosen my hold.
I was dumbfounded, Sister Anne suddenly looked like a different person entirely, her warm eyes turned cold.
"This is Iris Paulman." She told the man and immediately his smile widened. “I’ve deliver her safe and on time, now follow your end of the bargain”’
Bargain? What was Sister talking about? Did she already know this man? I looked over at her waiting for a possible explanation but none came
"On time? “ The man asked, raising a brow, “I wouldn't call this on time.”
His gaze immediately left hers and over to me.” Ohh! The lovely Iris!" The man said, his fingers trailing down my cheek, I immediately dodge and the man's face changed from one of admiration to disgust.
“Didn't you train your slave to behave well Annabelle” he spat out gripping my jaw even more firmly in place.
Slave?
“Don't worry, A month in the dorm and you will learn some manners.” The man suddenly let go of my jaw.
What dorm?
Were they taking me? No Sister Anne would never do such.
The man suddenly left my jaw, searching his purse before revealing a bag filled with coins. He shook the bag before tossing it over to Sister Anne who immediately caught it at once.
"What's happening?" I asked, but Sister Anne's expression immediately silenced her
The man grasped my wrist, his grip tight and firm. I looked over at Sister waiting for her to protest, to tell me what exactly was going on but nothing.
I held her gown again praying to the Lord that she would say something.
Anything.
"No!" I struggled, I wasn't going to let go. The church was my only family. The man on the other hand irritated by behavior, he hissed before sending a stinging slap directly to my cheeks.
My cheek arched as tears left my eyes but instead of Sister Anne to protest. She roughly removed my hands from her gown.
“Stop misbehaving child.” she warned.” The Lord has blessed this, so you better behave.”
It finally dawned on me, the cold hitting my skin like an iceberg. Sister Anne was selling me off.
In the next second two hefty emerged from the shadows, their eyes leering. "She's a pretty one. We'll get a good price."
Huh?
What did they mean by that.
I could feel my heart pounding heavily in my chest,"Please, Sister Anne, don't do this."
Sister Anne's face twisted in disgust."You were never mine to keep, Iris," Sister Anne spat.
The slender man that had slapped her previously nodded, "Yes she'll fetch a handsome price.” he chuckled.
Sister Anne turned to me with a twisted grim on her wrinkled face. "Consider this as payment dear, for everything I have done for you.”
Damon's povI held onto the petite body that had clearly gone too far with just five shots. She was tipsy—drunk, even—and trying hard to mask it. This little girl had done her best to keep her secret from her friends, especially since she was mine. My pet. My desired pet.She had pushed herself, going as far as taking five shots just to keep her truth buried. Now she looked all tangled up, dizzy and flushed."Nope. She’s my woman," I said bluntly.As for Zach—just being here made my skin crawl. His presence was the worst. I had half a mind to shove him into the wall, but I didn’t want to ruin the girls' party."What?!" the girl called Scott exclaimed. She had been leaning unsteadily against my side, reeking of cheap perfume that invaded my nostrils and turned my stomach.There was disappointment etched across her face, but I couldn’t be bothered. Desperate women were the kind I despised most, and Scott fit the description perfectly. Every gesture, every touch, irritated me.Turning to
Iris’s pov“What?!” Scott suddenly exclaimed after she stood up from under the table.But luckily for me, Damon had let go the moment she bent down—and with swift, calculated movements, he even adjusted my dress back into place.So I didn’t understand what she was screaming about.“No way. Look what I found under the table!” she said, rising up with a ring box in her hand.“Oh my gosh!” Ava and Mia exclaimed in unison.“Who was about to propose today? Or did I ruin the surprise?” Scott asked, a slight blush spreading across her face.“I wonder the same,” Ava added, glancing at the two gentlemen seated beside me. But they were enemies—complete opposites in everything.As we speculated over who had planned a surprise proposal, a man who looked to be in his early thirties walked by, scanning the room as if he were searching for something.“Oh my goodness!” he gasped. “That ring is expensive! I was about to propose, but she turned me down... So I dropped it under the table and forgot wher
Iris’s povCut in the middle, I sat obediently, watching everything as it unfolded.I wanted to leave, to sell quickly and get out, but Andrew kept making matters worse.Meanwhile, Scott was being overly attentive to Damon, offering him high-level service like he was royalty."Iris, if you don't mind, can we continue our conversation?" Andrew asked, clearly trying to pull my attention back.I glanced at Damon, and of course, he didn’t bother hiding his reaction. His brows furrowed deeply into a frown.But this was Damon—he had beaten Andrew before. So what was holding him back now? Was it because of Scott? No way. Damon was a monster in his own right.I nodded in response to Andrew, wishing I could just dig a hole and bury myself beneath it.I had actually liked...“Oh fUCK— my gosh!” Scott suddenly exclaimed.I turned to her, just in time to see she’d spilled a bowl of soup all over Damon’s pants.I instinctively stood up, grabbing a small towel from the side. I dabbed at his pants q
Iris’s POVMoney?A fake name?And a grudge with Damon?I remembered when he’d mentioned Damon back at my tiny apartment. I hadn’t taken him seriously. But now, knowing he was once beaten nearly to death by Damon—punched repeatedly, left almost lifeless—it all feels too real.I had tried my very best to care for him, to tend to his wounds and stand up for him. But before that, he’d done far worse to me.I don’t understand any of it. I still don’t. Whose side am I supposed to take?Yes, Andrew has helped me—helped me a lot. When I had almost lost hope, sitting alone on a cold metal chair under the harsh, relentless storm, it was him who found me, who offered a hand.But what I didn’t understand was why he treated me the way he did that night. Why did Damon hit him? And why did Damon keep calling him “Zach”?Who is he?"Little miss, you’ve come so far and forgotten me already, huh?" Andrew said, dragging out a chair and sitting beside me.“Here, Iris. Have a bowl of soup. I’ll get you s
Damon’s povLeaning back in the chair, I exhaled deeply.Three months. Three long months of dealing with Zach, and still….no damn success.“Fuck!” I yelled, slamming the laptop shut and shoving it across the desk with force.My fist collided with the wall, pain flaring instantly as blood dripped down my knuckles. I lit a cigarette, letting the smoke coil lazily around me.I couldn't believe it. I was already losing to that maniac. Not just losing—I had already lost more than enough.Or maybe I’d been letting my emotions cloud my judgment, recently this wasn't me I seem to have been slacking off on my prey.It was time to be ruthless. Calculated.I kicked the chair aside and stumbled out of the room, only to bump into David.“Apologies, boss,” he said immediately, standing upright and bowing so low I almost rolled my eyes.“What brings you here?” I asked, voice low and sharp.“Miss just woke up, sir. She’s had breakfast.”I sighed inwardly. I missed my little girl so damn much I’d orde
Iris’s povStretching my numb body, I slipped through the sheets, thanks to Damon’s absence, I’d actually slept well for once.Although I had him and his boundless energy to thank or blame for that. I often wondered how he managed to last so long. That man was relentless.Time had flown. I glanced around the empty room before walking toward the mirror, catching my reflection in the glass.I wasn’t sure what was going on with me lately. All I’d wanted to do was eat and sleep. That was it.It had already been three full months since Damon returned, since that night when I’d heard him whisper those three words…I love you.I missed him. A lot. And I still wasn’t sure I’d truly heard him say it. Maybe it had been a dream. Or maybe not. Regardless, I was certain of one thing, I’d fallen for the monster.My stomach suddenly let out a loud growl."Yep. There’s my morning alarm," I muttered to myself. I’d gotten used to living alone without Damon. I had planned on getting a job more than once,
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