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[ IRIS’S POV ] Her words landed like blows. I wanted to protest, to tell her she didn’t understand, but the truth sat in my chest like a stone. And tell her how part of me wants her fiancé’s mouth all over my body. But I couldn’t. “Do you even know? Do you know what kind of man Salvatore is? When he claims, no one can take it.” “I know what he is,” I said softly. “I also know what I am. I’m not his victim, Sofia. I’m not weak. I will survive… and I will.” Sofia’s eyes softened for a fraction of a second, then hardened again. “I hope you’re right. Because if you underestimate him, even for a second, it will cost you everything. And don’t think for a moment that I’ll stand by. I’ve protected this family my entire life, and I will not watch it crumble because of some… obsession you can’t control.” The words left a taste in my mouth I didn’t like. She wasn’t just warning me, she was drawing the line. And it wasn’t about me. It was about Salvatore. About what he repre

[ IRIS’S POV ]The morning arrived quickly.The breakfast room looked the same, sunlight spilling across polished marble, silverware aligned with obsessive care, but everything else felt off. Like the house itself was holding its breath.Sofia sat across from me. Glowing.She wore a cream silk dress that clung to her waist before falling loose around her legs, delicate embroidery tracing the neckline. Her hair was pinned back just enough to look effortless. Bridal perfection. The kind of woman people smile at without knowing why.Salvatore sat beside her.He barely ate.His fork moved. Paused. Lowered again. His attention drifted, plate, coffee, then me. Always me. Openly. Enough that Sofia noticed. Enough for my skin to be stripped bare, as though he were memorizing me piece by piece.I’d spent the entire night awake, replaying everything. Every look. That kiss refuses to leave my head. I regretted not letting it last longer. My gaze moved to his lips and I saw it curved to the side

[ IRIS’S POV ]Anton placed Mira into the back seat of his car with care. She remained limp, her head lolling slightly as he settled her in.He shut the door and moved to the driver's side.Before I could step into the same car as Anton, Salvatore’s hand closed around my wrist.“You’re with me.” And without waiting to hear whatever I want to say. He was already dragging me with him.He guided me toward the second vehicle, a matte-black Rolls-Royce Cullian waiting a short distance away. Even though I'm Russo I never get to enter a fancy car. You are my hidden card. You have to be protected. Stay hidden. That’s what I keep hearing all my life. A low-key life I’m very pleased with.Sofia hurried after us. Salvatore, wait.”She reached for the door at his side.He stopped her. Not with force. Just a quiet motion that made it clear she’s not welcome there. “No salvatore,” she stared at him. “I’m riding with you.”“You’re not.” His voice was even. “Move back, I have somewhere to be.”Sofi

[ IRIS’ POV ]I stood there, my hand still wrapped around the doorknob. For a moment, I didn’t move.Maybe my eyes were lying to me. And exhaustion had finally won and started inventing things. The room was dim, shadows stretching long across the Then he shifted. Salvatore sat on my bed like it’s his. I blink once—twice.But he’s still there.“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice betraying me—too soft, for someone who wanted to act unsurprised.He tilted his head slightly, studying me like I was a puzzle he’d already solved but enjoyed taking apart.“That’s rich,” he said calmly, “coming from someone who ran to the library because she was missing me, after tossing around all night.”I scoffed, tightening my grip on the book in my hand.“Who said I missed you?” I shot back. “I went there to pick a book. That’s all.” I said raising the book I was holding slightly so he could see. And dropped my hand back to my side.His eyes dropped to what I was holding. A slow smile curved h

[ IRIS’ POV ]I left my room quietly.The door closed behind me with a soft click, but my heart was loud in my chest. The hallway stretched ahead. The walls, decorated with portraits of dead men and living monsters. The more I looked at it, the more I saw myself as the living dead and Salvatore as the monsters. I looked away. As I walked, the silence broke—sharp sounds cutting through the air.A fist hitting flash. Body slamming into mat.The training room. I stopped outside the door for a moment. The noise leveled through the thick wood like a warning. Then I pushed it open.The room was wide and brutal— black mats covering the floor mirrors lining the walls, weapons mounted like trophies. The air was heavy with sweat, iron. And a familiar scent of blood.Sofia was the first person I noticed.My mouth nearly dropped with what she was wearing. She wore a black net cropped top that clung to her chest and tactical shorts cut dangerously high. Her hair was tied into a ponytail that whi