All Chapters of Let Me Go Daddy, I Am Engaged To Your Son!: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Iris’s POV I stood there, breathing hard, my hands trembling at my sides while Victor’s gaze held me in place. The air between us felt thick, heavy with every word I had tried to say and every feeling I had tried to bury. When he stepped closer, it was too much. My knees weakened before I could steady myself.“Do you really mean that?” he asked quietly, his voice low and dangerous, wrapping around me in a way that made it hard to think. “That you want to end this?”I swallowed, my throat dry. “I… I don’t know,” I admitted softly. My eyes dropped to the floor before I forced myself to look back at him. Heat pooled deep in my stomach, tangled with guilt and something I could not deny.His hand came up, gentle but certain, brushing along my jaw. “Iris,” he said, “look at me.”I hesitated, but there was something in his tone that made it impossible to refuse. Slowly, I lifted my eyes. The way he looked at me, steady and intent, made my pulse jump. He felt dangerous in a way I could not e

Iris’s POV I woke up to the sharp, restless sound of my phone vibrating against the bedside table, the noise cutting through the quiet in a way that felt almost urgent.For a moment, I did not move. My body felt heavy and slow, as though I was still caught somewhere between sleep and the haze of everything that had happened the night before. The room was dim, washed in soft morning light that slipped through the curtains and stretched faintly across the walls. Everything felt still, too still, like the world was holding its breath.Then the phone buzzed again, pulling me back.I reached for it, my fingers clumsy and unsteady, my head still thick with sleep. The moment the screen lit up, my stomach dropped so suddenly it felt like I had missed a step.I had several missed calls from Marcus.My chest tightened so fast it knocked the air out of me. I sat up quickly, the sheet sliding down as my heart began to pound hard against my ribs. There were messages too, short ones, but each one

Victor’s POV I was already seated when Marcus walked in, but this time I let myself study him more closely.He moved with purpose, but there was tension in the tight line of his jaw and in the way his eyes searched the room before settling on me.“You sounded serious,” he said, shutting the door behind him. “What’s going on?”I let the silence stretch for a moment, just enough to shift the ground beneath him. Then I leaned back slightly in my chair, calm, composed, exactly as he expected from me.“I need you to handle something,” I said.His brows drew together. “Now?”“Yes. Now.”He stepped closer, still watching me carefully. “I was in the middle of something. I went to pick up Iris. She wasn’t there. Her friend said she stepped out for an emergency, but something about it didn’t feel right.”Her name hung in the room but I did not react.“That is exactly why you are here,” I said evenly.He frowned, confusion flickering across his face. “What does that have to do with anything?”

Iris’s POV I kept the takeout on the table before bolting to the bathroom. I slammed the door behind me, locking it with a trembling hand. The tiles were cold beneath my bare feet, grounding me slightly as I turned on the shower. Hot water sprayed over me, washing away the sticky weight of sweat, shame, and desire from last night. Every droplet felt like it carried pieces of the night I wished I could forget.I scrubbed harder than necessary, letting scented oils lather over my skin. The warm, fragrant steam was a shield, masking the traces of what had happened, burying the evidence in a haze of lavender and vanilla. I pressed the bar of soap against my chest, my fingers clenching around it, imagining that somehow it could wash away the guilt too.Minutes later, I stepped out, my skin glowing but my stomach still tight with nerves. I wrapped myself in a towel and inspected every inch in the mirror. There were no visible marks. The faintest trace of my flushed cheeks might remain, bu

Iris’s POV The next day, I woke up with a strange kind of clarity sitting quietly in my chest.The kind that settles in after you have already crossed a line and realise there is no point pretending you are still standing safely behind it.I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, replaying the night before in parts that refused to stay buried. Marcus’s arms around me, the way he smiled when he talked about his father and the way I smiled back like none of it touched me.That was the part that unsettled me. Instead of drowning in guilt, I felt like something inside me had shifted and decided it was done apologising for surviving.By the time I met Maya later that morning, I had already slipped into that version of myself.The one who knew exactly what she was doing and refused to panic about it.“You look… composed,” Maya said the moment she saw me, her eyes narrowing as she took me in. “That’s suspicious. Should I be worried?”“You should always be worried,” I replied, sliding