All Chapters of Billionaire Daddy and Son’s Nun Maid: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

IRIS It was late in the afternoon, and the estate was quiet. The men hadn't returned from work yet, and it wasn't time to start preparing the evening meal. I woke up from a short nap in my small, dark room, my throat parched and my body aching from the tension of the past few days. I pulled on my uniform and padded down the quiet back hallway toward the kitchen to get a cold glass of water.The kitchen was empty, bathed in the warm, orange glow of the setting sun. I walked over to the counter, lifting a glass pitcher, when the quiet was suddenly shattered.The wooden back door of the kitchen clicked open.Savannah stepped into the room, and I froze, the glass pitcher nearly slipping from my fingers. She wasn't her usual immaculate, terrifying self. Her styled hair was disheveled, golden strands falling wildly around her shoulders. Her expensive blouse was slightly rumpled at the collar, but it was her lips that caught my attention—they were visibly red, puffy, and swollen.My heart d

IRIS "God, Iris," Eli snarled into my skin. His grip tightened until it almost hurt, dragging me closer, squeezing me as if he wanted to crush me into his bones. "You're playing a dangerous game.""I missed you," I whispered against his lips, my fingers tangling in his hair, tugging him down. "I missed you so bad, Eli. I was dying.""Do you have any idea what it did to me?" Eli growled against my mouth, his hot, heavy breath brushing against my lips. His grip in my hair tightened, pulling my head back just enough to force me to look directly into his dark, burning eyes. "Watching him lay a hand on you in the hall? Watching him touch your neck like he had any right to be near what belongs to me?""Eli, please..." I breathed, clutching him tighter, pressing myself completely into his heat. My core clenched, every nerve ending in my body firing at once as the overwhelming relief of being in his arms flooded through me. "He was just talking about the study terms... it meant nothing. You

IRIS The darkness of the master suite was just beginning to turn to soft, steel-blue shadows when I stirred against the silk sheets.Eli’s arm was still pinned across my waist, a warm, solid hand holding me firmly against his bare chest. His deep, steady breathing vibrated softly against my spine. I lay motionless for a moment, listening to the quiet sound of his heart, my body feeling thoroughly marked, sensitive, and spent from the long hours of the night. Every muscle in my limbs carried a deep, satisfying ache, a constant reminder of who held authority over me.Carefully, so as not to wake him, I gripped his wrist and tried to lift his arm from my waist.Before I could slip away, Eli’s grip instantly tightened, pulling me back against him with a low, sleepy growl that rumbled straight through his chest."Where do you think you're going?" his deep baritone rasped against the back of my neck, rough and laced with residual sleep."The sun is coming up, Sir," I whispered softly, turn

IRIS The towering, vaulted stone arches of the Hawthorne Elite Medical Campus loomed overhead, cold and unyielding as a fortress.The dark grey granite pillars stretched high into the sharp morning air, casting thick shadows across the polished courtyard below. Dozens of wealthy prospective students and their families gathered in quiet, polished clusters around the grand entrance. They spoke in muted, refined tones, their light laughter echoing off the ancient stone. This was the ultimate proving ground for the most powerful families in the region, and the scale of the estate made my heart breathe froze in my lungs.I walked three paces behind the Hawthorne family, keeping my posture straight and my eyes cast slightly downward.The heavy leather briefcase containing Eliana’s registration files and personal study binders weighed down my left hand. Her cashmere coat rested over my right arm. My fingers were stiff from the biting morning wind, but the strain meant nothing compared to th

IRIS The soft scratching sound of carbon copies being passed beneath the wooden proctor's desk sounded like a death sentence as the wall clock began to tick.The harsh, mechanical sound echoed off the towering stone walls of the central lecture hall, measuring out the seconds of a trial I had spent months praying to see. I sat near the very back row, tucked into a shadowy corner desk where the cold wood pressed uncomfortably into my forearms through the sleeves of my grey wool dress. The air in the room was dense, choking, and heavy with the scent of fresh printer ink, aged paper, and the cold sweat of nearly a hundred elite applicants. My hands were still stiff from the icy wind whipping across the marble courtyard outside, but as I carefully aligned my candidate card on the top corner of the wooden table, my pulse settled into a hard, steady thud against my throat.I stared down at the thick, official examination booklet resting before me. The bold black lettering across the cover