Semua Bab Iris: The Mafia’s Bride : Bab 111 - Bab 120

Iris' POVI wondered who that was as I walked through the hallway, going to the sitting room where my stepmother told me my visitor was waiting. She refused to reveal who it was, insisting that the man still wanted to remain anonymous.Her expression was still visible in my head, and I couldn't just imagine who was there. I began to hope that it shouldn't be Arthur because how then was I going to face him. I felt nothing but hate at this time, and seeing him could only bring out my dark side.“Could it be Kelvin?” The thought faded when I thought of what happened. He didn't even come back like he had promised, which made me sad, but then, I learned to live without them.As I walked into the sitting room of the mansion, my legs froze, and my eyes darted around as I thought about what was happening. I couldn't just believe what was happening now. It was like things were falling apart, and I didn't know in my body.“Kelvin?” I called in disbelief before my face suddenly turned dark. I f

Iris's POVIt had been two months since Kelvin and I had been hitting things off together. He had always been friendly, bringing me flowers, and ice-cream, which I found very friendly. However, I had my suspicions about him. It got to a time when my heart was pounding, and raging around him, but it seemed like knowing him for the better made me feel free around him. I began to smile around him, go out on movie dates, and do countless fun things with him.At a point, I refused to trust him, telling him all I felt about him to his face. My lips wouldn't stop rapping to him how I thought he was like Arthur, and was looking for a way to win my trust because of Arthur. The feeling of having him around became a threat because I also saw him as a mafia who had bad intentions against my family just like Arthur did.Kelvin was sad about the words I told him, and then he began to explain everything clearly to me. He told me about how he knew about Arthur's plan, and that he had always warned A

Arthur's POV My life became a total mess, I was either with whiskey, or other strong drinks just to make me stop seeing Iris. She was everywhere, at the club, at home, even in my heart, and it was getting really frustrating.“Get out of my heart, iris!” I came home drunk, thought of her, still driving me crazy. I was supposed to be a Mafia, how did I end up like this? How did I get so emotionally attached to her? There was nothing I had not done to kick her out of my life. I had gone clubbing, taken girls to a hotel room, yet I couldn't have fun with them because they were not Iris."Get out!' I recalled when one of them tried to touch me on one occasion, that was how I screamed, making her flinch. She stared at me in surprise, her eyes watching me expression with a smile on her face. It was like she wasn't ready to give up, so I pulled out a massive sum of cash, and handed it to her. I also told her she should get out of the room.She nodded, happiness showing in her eyes as she tr

Arthur's POV I was shocked about everything that was going on. She was my sister, yet she didn't tell me all this until now? I was sad about it. However, when she told me she had more confessions to make, I had to swallow what I was feeling, and fix my eyes on her.“Arthur, please, I'm sorry…” the way she cried was hurting me. What did she want to tell me, and was it that bad that she couldn't speak up?My eyes stared at her with worry, my heart pounding as I inhaled to calm down. I urged her to tell me what it was that she wanted to say. She sniffed, using her hands to clean her eyes. She couldn't even look me in the eyes, and it seemed like the matter was more serious than I thought.Her actions only made me feel more nervous. I wished I could read her mind, so she wouldn't have to say it.“Arthur, I did something terrible. I gave Kelvin my…” she trailed off, not knowing how I would feel about what she was about to say.I urged her to tell me, and she confessed that she had been

Iris POVIt's been a week since Dad has consented to the marriage, and I couldn't help but look forward to the following months when I'd be free. I maintained my composure at home and didn't do anything out of order to not alert my Dad or make him suspect that I was dying to leave the house.As usual, I proceeded to the kitchen as time for dinner was near to make preparations for dinner and my sisters were there already.“Look who's here.” My sister teased.I chuckled and pinched the bridge of her nose while she giggled.“What's for dinner?” I asked nonchalantly.“We we're hoping you'd choose what we'll cook tonight, seeing that you're in a good mood.”“I'm always in a good mood, let's make some lasagna.”My sisters agreed after a few minutes of arguing with each other and then bickering followed by light jokes. The process was one my mother had taught me and I perfected by watching a few movies online, but it was wholesome having to cook with my siblings. Cooking was the one thing