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41-Death wish

[ IRIS’S POV ]The heavy silence in the room felt like a physical wall as I stepped inside.I stopped in my tracks, my hand still resting on the cool brass of the doorknob. I hadn’t expected an audience. Three people I recognize were huddled around Sofia’s bed, their faces pale and their bodies locked in stiff, awkward positions. It felt like I’d walked into the middle of a funeral—or a crime scene.Sofia’s head snapped toward me, her eyes blown wide. She looked like she’d just seen a ghost. Her hands flew to her chest, clutching the gown she was wearing as if she were trying to hide something written on her skin."Iris," she gasped, her voice thin and reedy. "You... you’re here."She was panicking. I could see the pulse thrumming in her neck, a frantic little beat. She looked toward the others—Esther with a tear-streaked face and the two men who looked like they wanted to bolt for the window—and then back at me."I just..." I started, shifting my weight. The tension in the air was so

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-02-18

42-Send her away

[ IRIS’S POV ]A single, sharp knock echoed through my room. When I pulled the door open, Anton was standing there, his face as unreadable as a stone. Just like his devil of a boss."The boss sent me," he said, his voice flat. "You’re going to the vineyard with him tonight. Prepare yourself."Before I could even draw a breath to argue, to tell him I wasn't going anywhere, or to send him back with a 'no'—he turned on his heel and disappeared down the hallway.I leaned against the doorframe, my heart thudding against my ribs. For three days, I had been waiting for the floor to drop out from under me. I’d expected Salvatore to storm in here, eyes blazing with that dark, terrifying fury, the second Mira had ushered Paul away. I’d braced myself for the shouting, for the promised punishment for leaving the estate without his permission.But instead, he’d given me nothing. Just three days of suffocating silence. He hadn’t looked at me. He hadn’t spoken to me. He’d simply acted like I didn't

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-02-19

43-The vineyard

[ IRIS’S POV ]I laid the sleek black sedan dress across the duvet, checking the lines one last time. It had to be perfect for the gala, but the person I usually relied on was gone. My father had sent Maria away on some mysterious errand, leaving me alone to choose for myself.The click of the door handle made my heart lurch.Salvatore stepped in. My breath hitched, sticking in my throat like a physical weight. I instinctively tightened my grip on the hem of my bathrobe, my knuckles turning white. Thank God the robe I'm wearing is not transparent. I would have felt exposed under his heavy gaze.Seeing him after three days of silence was a violent reminder of how much I’d missed him. It was a physical ache, a craving I hated myself for having. I wanted to demand where he’d been, to scream at him for ignoring me, but I kept my lips pressed tight.He didn't speak at first. A flash of raw hunger flickered in his eyes—gone in a heartbeat, replaced by that familiar, cool mask."I see you’

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44-I want him dead

[ IRIS’S POV ]"I need to go to the bathroom," I whispered to Salvatore.He didn't say anything, but he let his hand slide off my back. I didn't wait. I turned and walked away, feeling his eyes on me until I disappeared into the hallway.The bathroom was quiet and smelled like expensive soap. I stood in front of the large mirror, gripping the marble sink. My heart was thumping against my ribs. I just needed one minute to breathe without him touching me.The door opened. And I looked up at the mirror and saw Sofia standing there. She didn't look like the happy bride anymore. Her smile was gone, and her eyes were cold. She leaned against the door, blocking the only way out."You look pathetic, Iris," she said, her voice sharp.I turned around to face her. "What do you want, Sofia?""I want you to remember your place," she snapped, stepping closer. "You're wearing that dress as you've already won. But look at his finger. He's wearing my ring. He’s mine tonight, tomorrow, and every day

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-02-21

45-The Riggo’s

[ IRIS’S POV ]I didn't know why the words had come out. Maybe I was tired of being the "quiet one." Or I was tired of being a prize for men to stare at. But at that moment, I meant it.Salvatore didn't look shocked. Instead, a slow, wicked smile spread across his face. It was the most dangerous look I had ever seen on him."Very well, little mouse," he murmured, his voice thick with a dark kind of pride. "Verywell."He signaled to one of his men standing by the stone pillar. He didn't have to say a word. The guard nodded once and slipped into the shadows, following the trail of the man who had insulted me.Salvatore leaned closer to me, his scent of sandalwood wrapping around me like a blanket. "You're finally starting to learn how this world works, Iris."Sofia looked like she was about to be sick, but Salvatore didn't even glance at his fiancée. His eyes were locked on mine, and for the first time, we were perfectly in sync.The crowd slowly resumed with whatever they had been all d

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-02-24

46-Blood for blood

[ SOFIA’S POV ]“What is this gala actually for?” Iris asked. I couldn’t help but scoff.“If you’re so naive and silly, then why are you even here? Why come somewhere you aren’t needed, Iris?” I said softly. The nerve of her—invading a space where she didn’t belong.I waited for Salvatore to back me up. I wanted him to finally see that bringing her here was a huge mistake. I wanted him to realize she was just a burden.“Watch and learn, Iris,” was all he said, his voice level. “This is about power. It’s a reminder to everyone in this room that we are at the top.”My eyes burned with anger, but the second he turned his head toward me, I wiped the rage away and put on my perfect, fake smile.Then, I saw Lucia walking toward our table. My blood boiled instantly. I knew her well—she was a snake who would do anything to tear down my reputation as the underworld princess.She didn't even look at me first. Her eyes landed on Iris, filled with pure disgust.“Salvatore,” she said, her smile as

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-02-25

47-Never be caught in the act

[ SOFIA’S POV ]I walked back into the gala, the taste of Luke still faint on my tongue. I smoothed my hair, a satisfied hum vibrating in my throat. I couldn't stop thinking about the way Luke had groaned, his head hitting the wall as he came. I will definitely get to know what he would feel like inside of me. I don’t eat from my father’s plate. Well fuck that. But Luke can wait for now, I had a sister to bury.But the second I reached our table, my smile died.Salvatore was leaning over Iris, a white linen napkin in his hand, gently dabbing a stray drop of sauce from the corner of her lip.The sight hit me like a physical blow. Salvatore Moretti—a man who wouldn't even hold a door for a stranger—was cleaning up after someone like a doting husband.I glanced at my father. Even he looked stunned, his wine glass hovering halfway to his mouth as he watched the scene. The "Moretti Devil" was being careful. He was being tender.I sat down hard, my chair scraping against the floor, but Sal

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-02-26

48-Please touch me

[ IRIS’S POV ]It started as a small flicker in my chest, but within seconds, it grew into a roaring furnace. The air in the vineyard, once cool and smelling of expensive perfume, suddenly felt like thick, humid wool pressing against my skin.I wiped a bead of sweat from my temple, my heart starting to gallop against my ribs like a trapped bird. What is happening to me?"Iris?" Salvatore’s voice sliced through the haze. I felt his hand on my shoulder—cold, steady, and grounding—but the touch sent a jolt of electricity through me that made me gasp. He leaned in, his dark eyes narrowing as he scanned my face. "You’re flushed. Are you okay?""I... I’m just hot," I managed to whisper, though my throat felt like it was closing. My skin felt too tight for my body, and every brush of my clothes against my back felt like sandpaper. "I need to go to the bathroom. Just... a minute."I didn't wait for his permission. I pushed back from the table, my legs feeling like lead and jelly all at once.

Dernière mise à jour : 2026-03-01

49-Please touch me ii

[ SALVATORE’S POV ]"Iris?" I leaned in, my hand landing on her shoulder. The moment I touched her, she flinched as if I’d burned her, a sharp gasp escaping her lips.I didn't let go. I moved closer, my eyes searching hers. Her skin wasn't just warm; it was glowing, a deep, feverish pink that climbed from her chest to her cheeks. She looked like she was suffocating in the middle of an open room."You’re flushed," I muttered, my voice dropping. "Are you okay?""I... I’m just hot," she whispered. The words sounded strained, like she was dragging them up from the back of her throat. She wouldn't meet my eyes. "I need the bathroom. Just... a minute."She stood up abruptly, her chair scraping the floor. I watched her walk away, but she wasn't steady. She stumbled, her shoulder clipping a pillar as she vanished into the hallway.My blood went cold. Something felt wrong.I didn't move from my seat, but I caught the eye of one of my shadows, Anton, who was standing so deep in the corner he wa

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50-Mine

[ SALVATORE’S POV ]I lowered her onto the back seat as gently as if she were made of glass, but the second I tried to pull away, her fingers hooked into my collar, dragging me back down."Calm down, Iris. I’ve got you," I murmured, untangling her grip.I climbed in the other side and didn't even let her sit on the leather. I pulled her straight onto my lap, wrapping my arms around her. Even through my suit jacket, her body felt like a furnace. She was trembling so hard I could hear her shaky breath."To the Moretti fortress and call the doctor. Let him be available before we get there," I told the driver. I adjusted her, trying to keep her steady, but she was like a live wire in my arms.“On it boss,” the driver replied.Suddenly, she grabbed my face. Her palms were damp and hot against my skin as she forced her mouth onto mine. It wasn't a soft kiss; it was desperate, messy, and fueled by the fire in her veins. She tasted like the champagne she’d been sipping and the salt of her own

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