Lahat ng Kabanata ng The billionaire's Feud: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Iris POV ~~~~~~ I stared at the other side of the bed, it was empty and void which was were Nich should have been. My fingers running over the wrinkled sheets, he never came home last night. No text, no call. Nothing. A knot tightened in my stomach as I reached for my phone on the nightstand 6:40am. Today was supposed to be special, our first wedding anniversary I was waking up alone on my bedside without Nich by my side to wish each other *Happy wedding anniversary*. I dailed his number. The phone rang once twice….then went to voicemail. “Hello, you've reached Nicholas’s cell phone, please leave a message.” A loud beep follows the voice and I instantly end the call, sighing heavily. I clenched my jaw. “Nich, where are you?” My voice came out shakier than I wanted “call me back. Please.” I sent the voicemail to him. I call again receiving the same voicemail, I ended the call and exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair. Maybe there was a simple explanation. Maybe he go

The sound echoed through the room as my palm connected with Clara's cheeks. Her head snapped to the side, a shocked gasp escaping her lips. A dark viscous satisfaction curled inside me at the sight of my stunned expression. But before I could say another word, Nicholas retaliate the slap back at me. “Enough “ he shouted at me . I stared at him as I held my face, my breath caught in my chest. And in that moment, I saw it, the truth I had been too blind to see before. Nich wasn't sorry. He wasn't ashamed.. He had never loved me. Not the way I had loved him. Clara also holding her cheek, then smiled, she actually smiled like she was enjoying this. “You should leave iris, you don't belong here.” My stomach twisted. She was right, I didn't belong here. Not in this house. Not with this man. Not in a life that had never really been mine to begin with. Slowly, I pried my hand from my face, my face has already become pale red. Without another word, I stormed tow

The hospital's sterile air felt suffocating as Cecilia and I walked down the corridor toward the exit. My mind was still spinning from the doctor's word. Pregnant. I was pregnant with Nicholas child. I hadn't even begin to process what that meant for me, for my future, when a voice sharp and commanding, sliced through the air. “Iris” I froze. Cecilia stiffened beside me as we turned to the voice. Mrs Robinson. Nicholas mother stood at the end of the hallway her piercing gaze locked onto me Ike a predator that had just found his prey. Even in her well designer dress and beautiful styled hair, there was something cold and calculating about the way she looked at me. My stomach twisted, she must have seen us coming from the doctor's office. She approached us with slow deliberate steps stopping just inches away. Her eyes flickered to my stomach, then back to my face. “You're pregnant,” she said. It wasn't a question, it was a confirmation statement, a claim. I swallowed

I woke up to the bright morning light streaming to my eye, laying on the floor. I sat up, rubbed my eyes, by the time it was wide open, I realized I'm still outside Nicholas's door. I knocked, and Nicholas opened the door, looking shocked to see me. "Iris, where are you coming from?" he asked, but I brushed past him and went straight to my room to use the bathroom. Clara was coming downstairs and asked Nicholas what was happening. But Nicholas just shook his head and didn't say anything. After I used the bathroom, I went back to my room. But soon I heard Nicholas and Clara leaving the house. I assumed they were going out. When they got to the restaurant, Nicholas bought the same food for Iris and Clara but he bought different food for himself. Clara noticed this but she didn't say a word. As they were driving back home, Clara asked Nicholas why he got them the same food. Nicholas didn't answer, and Clara got angry. "Answer me!" she shouted. Nicholas still didn't say anythin

I walked into the hospital room, carrying a bag of food for Nicholas. I waited at the entrance to look at him. He was still sleeping, and I was relieved to see that he was getting the rest he needed. But as entered and I approached his bedside, I noticed a familiar figure sitting over him - Mrs. Robinson, Nicholas's mother. As I approached, Mrs. Robinson stood up and her eyes narrowed at me. She raised her purse, looking like she was about to hit me with it. I was shocked and didn't know what to do. Luckily, one of the nurses saw what was happening and rushed over to stop Mrs. Robinson. "Ma'am, please!" the nurse said, holding Mrs. Robinson back. I quickly dropped the food I was carrying and turned to leave. I didn't want to cause any more trouble. But as I turned, I saw the doctor standing in the doorway, looking at me with concern. "What happened?" he asked me, his voice calm. I shook my head, still feeling a bit shaken. "I don't know," I said. "I just came to bring som