IRIS’ P.O.V I closed my eyes as the wind permeated my hair and whipped it around. The sound of seagulls and waves rolling onto shore, was like a lullaby to my ears. God, I miss home. I miss my feet in the sand. I miss running into the ocean with my surfboard, and spending hours riding the waves. I miss my life at the port. Once every month, Massimo allowed a three hour visit to my family under the supervision of his men. Thankfully, the man that drove me today was the same man that drove me the night I had my one-night stand with Les and was also the man who watched Massimo beat me a few days ago. The moment we arrived, he had informed me to be back by the stipulated time and not to make him find me. Elated and glad that there'd be no man overshadowing my family time, I had given him a soft peck on the cheek before rushing out of the car to wait for my father at the shoreline. “Pumpkin?” I turned around to see a man dressed in overalls, standing a few inches shorter than me, hav

IRIS'S P.O.V Fear broke out of me in goosebumps as I stood there, staring at the man in the darkness. He flicks a switch and the room suddenly comes on with light, causing me to wince at the sudden brightness. When I was finally able to look at him, I saw the rage in his gaze and I couldn't understand why. “How did you get in here?” I asked, confused and out of my element. Considering that I've been living with Massimo for a while now, my senses have always been on high alert. There was no way someone would open my door and I wouldn’t jerk awake in bed, yet he had done so and even took a seat, and I was none the wiser. This made me terribly aware of the fact that I might not be safe with this guy, after all, Massimo has warned me about him. Then another question popped in my head, that got my heart racing, ‘Is this Les or The Beast?” I'm looking at his face and he doesn't look like the kind-hearted person who arranged for me to have extra food every evening or the philanthropis

Chapter 15:LES’ P.O.V She looked up at me with siren eyes, and I instantly became a sailor lost at sea. She leaned in further until her lips touched mine and we were speaking a different language.Our tongues blended perfectly, not in a war for dominance but in a slow dance. The more she kissed me, the more I sensed her hunger which in turn stoked the fire within me and I knew if we kept going we might end up having sex again.I pulled back gently, looking down at her. Her gaze fell to my lips, before she shook her head. “Sorry, I got carried away.” She said, "I've forgotten how much of a good kisser you are.” She smiled shyly before hiding her face in my chest, but I had my finger under her chin, bringing her face back up. “Stop apologizing. I'd love nothing more than for you to get carried away with me right now.” I didn't say the next word, but I could tell she sensed the ‘but’ coming. “I understand.” She nodded, as her smile faded. “I'm still engaged to your Uncle.”“Not ju

IRIS'S P.O.V I rushed out of the bed, scared out of my mind. “What are you doing here, Catalina?” I asked, my voice shaking. “You have no right to be here.”“Oh,” she raised an eyebrow, faking a regretful look. “I could leave right now, straight to my brother's office, and tell him his little bride is not so pure after all.” She turned around and began to walk towards the door.“Wait!” I yelled. Catalina dramatically turned around, “Yes?” She grinned.I hated her already. “Please don't tell him. Massimo will kill me and my family, if he finds out.”Catalina walks back into the room, on heels, that clicked and clacked on the wooden, polished floor of my bedroom. “I am curious about something.” She said, approaching me. “When you eventually got married to my brother, what did you expect will happen?” It dawned on me that I had no plan for that. I had simply hoped my father would find the shipment on time. “I see you didn’t plan to marry my brother.” I could stare back in despair.

IRIS’ P.O.V.Two days into my deadline, Hilda gave me a sleeping pill which I was able to manage to slip into Massimo's drink. One, after he passed out, I slipped out the office key, wrapped it in a handkerchief which I gave to Robert who in turn helped me give Hilda outside the gate. After several nerve wracking hours, Robert returned with the same handkerchief. When I opened I saw two keys inside. I returned the original to Massimo’s bunch and kept the cloned key. On the third day, Massimo had a large dinner with his friends and family. As usual, I was seated at the bottom of the seating arrangement. I didn’t mind. I simply focused on his wine glass. The doorbell rang when Massimo yelled the name of a servant to get it but didn't get any response, so I volunteered to get it. Dressed in a red mini gown with my blonde hair straightened to perfection, I strutted on six inch heels to the door. When I opened it, I froze. Standing before me was Les but at the same time, it wasn't, b