Semua Bab Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine!: Bab 121 - Bab 129

IRIS “Fuck!” I hissed as Maverick spanked my ass for the umpteenth time.I wasn’t sure how long I’d been bent over his dresser table, but with the way my ass stung with hot pain, I’d say a long time.“I said fuck me like you hate me, Maverick, not punish me,” I breathed.“Why do just one when I can do both?” he rasped, driving into me again with an urgency that made me scream.“Shhh,” Maverick tutted. “You don’t want to wake the kids up now, do you?”“I scoffed. “They can’t hear us and you know it.”He pulled out of me, lined his cock with my core before instantly slamming back into me, hard enough to cause me to cry out. “Oh, yeah,” he groaned. “That’s right. Which means I can do whatever I want with this pussy.”He gripped my hair, pulling me up so my back was against his chest as he drove into me nonstop. “This is what you wanted, huh?” he grunted. “For me to fuck you like I hate you? Is that what you think we’ve been doing since day one? Fucking like we hate each other?”I opened

IRIS Here she was. Standing in front of me. Out of prison. Wearing makeup and a tailored pantsuit like she hadn’t tried to murder me all those weeks ago. Megan stepped in front of me instinctively. “Uh uh,” she gritted out. “No fucking way. Absolutely not.” “I’m not here to cause trouble,” my mother said, stepping into the room like she had every right to be here. “I just need five minutes alone with my daughter.” The word landed on me like a slap and I swallowed. Daughter. I couldn’t remember the last time anyone referred to me as their daughter. Not even my own mother. Instead, she had tried to shoot me the moment she was given a chance to. I swallowed again. Hard. And then I forced a smile at Megan. “Give us a minute, Meg.” “Iris—” “It’s fine,” I assured her. “I’m fine. I promise.” Megan’s jaw locked, but she nodded. “I’ll be outside. Five minutes.” She tossed Rhoda one last murderous glare before she walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

IRIS If anyone had told me months ago today that I would be getting into a fake marriage with a billionaire after having his kid, I would’ve had them committed in a mental hospital.Then again, that wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to me—my mother dropping a fucking bomb on me on the morning of my wedding takes the cake.I heaved a sigh, lifting my gaze to glance at my reflection in the mirror.My father wasn’t dead. Not like I was forced to believe when I was younger.He was very much alive. I’d endured all that pain and suffering at the hands of my mother when my father could’ve saved me.“All for nothing,” I murmured to myself. “It was all for nothing.”I reached into my gown, searching the corner of my bra for the paper that I’d stuck in there.Rhoda had given it to me, right after she must’ve gotten it into her thick head that I was still going to marry Maverick and not abandon him at the altar.The Windsor Foundation.That was the only thing written on the paper. She w

IRIS “More shots!” Megan yelled, a bottle of tequila clutched in her hand as she poured it directly into my mouth. I stumbled in my heels, already piss-drunk from the amount of alcohol I’d taken, but Maverick’s hand came around my waist, gripping me tightly. “Easy there, Angel,” he muttered into my ear, his voice sending shivers down my spine. “You don’t wanna fall, do you?” “I won’t fall,” I said with a giggle. “You’ll be there to catch me if I stumble.” “This is making me fucking sick,” I heard Dwayne groan from somewhere nearby. For the past thirty minutes, Megan had been drowning my system with alcohol, because, according to her, it’s “sacrilegious” to leave my own wedding sober. It had been a smooth thirty minutes, and it had been extremely satisfying watching a pregnant Eleanor rolling her eyes at us while she drank her sparkling water. Sebastian, however, was nowhere to be found. Not that I was looking, but I hadn’t seen him ever since we were at the church toge

IRIS ‘I want a paternity test done.’I. Want. A. Paternity. Test. Done.Those words did not stop ringing in my ears, even after Maverick walked away from me, leaving me alone in the balcony.He wanted me to get a paternity test, to prove that Amethyst was his.If he was only asking about it for the sake of Sebastian and his foolishness, that would’ve been a completely understandable situation.But… he wasn’t. He was asking for himself. Because he didn’t believe that Amy was his.He didn’t trust me.I didn’t know how long I’d been standing in the balcony, but I could tell I’d been here a long time.Here I was, in a white dress—my wedding dress—on a night that was supposed to be memorable.Well, this was definitely memorable. I wasn't going to forget this for a long time.“Hey,” I heard Megan’s hesitant voice behind me.Furiously wiping the tears on my face with the back of my hand, I turned to face her. Her eyes widened when she saw the expression on my face, but she didn’t ask what w