The Russian Billionaire's Secret Heir

Chapter 13

*Meanwhile on the other side and after a few weeks had passed*

Weeks after Iris talked to her manager, anticipation built around the upcoming runway show as the official list of models was finally announced. When fans scrolled through the names, shockwaves rippled through the community: Iris's name was glaringly absent.

Immediately, speculation ignited. Social media platforms erupted with theories and rumors. "Is Iris stepping back from modeling?" "Did she have a falling out with the agency?" "Where is the queen?" The questions multiplied, and so did the gossip.

Fans expressed their disappointment and confusion, while others took to forums to dissect every possible reason for her absence.

"Where is Iris?" became a common refrain, echoing in comments and tweets. Some fans launched hashtags demanding answers, while others shared their theories, ranging from personal struggles to potential career shifts.

Iris, monitoring the conversation from afar, felt a mix of anxiety and frustration. She hadn't intended for her absence to spark such speculation, but she also knew that her decision to step back was the right one for her and her growing family.

"Can you believe this?" Claire said, entering the room with her phone in hand, eyes wide with disbelief. "They're saying everything from a secret wedding to a breakdown. It's wild!"

"I just wish people would let me breathe," Iris replied, exhaling deeply. "I'm trying to focus on myself right now, and this isn't helping."

Claire sat down beside her, offering support. "You know you don't have to engage with any of it. When you're ready, you can set the record straight on your own terms. Until then, just take care of yourself."

Iris nodded, feeling torn. Part of her wanted to address the rumors directly, to reclaim her narrative, but another part knew that the time wasn't right. "I guess I'll just have to ride it out and focus on what really matters," she said, placing a hand on her stomach.

As the weeks progressed and the runway show drew nearer, Iris reminded herself that the public's perception didn't define her.

She was on a different path now, one that prioritized her health and her future child. While the noise of speculation continued outside, she resolved to keep her focus inward, nurturing the new life she was bringing into the world.

After that news, Iris' disappearance was immediately reported on the news.

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*News Reporter*

"As the fashion show world is about to happen again, a lot of fans have been wondering why the supermodel Danish descent Iris Calista Larsen isn't going to join her fashion family? A lot of conclusions are happening as to why the 29 years old model isn't on the list of the models on the fashion show's big opening again."

"As the fashion world gears up for its highly anticipated show, fans are buzzing with speculation about why Danish supermodel Iris Larsen has mysteriously been left off the model roster. At just 29, Iris is a beloved figure in the industry, and her absence has sparked a wave of theories.

Some suggest personal reasons, while others wonder if her recent retreat from the spotlight is a sign of something more. As the opening night approaches, the fashion community is left to ponder what could keep one of its brightest stars away from the runway."

My world stops as I hear the name Iris Larsen and my eyes seeing her face make my heart skip as hope leads me in. So her name is Iris Calista Larsen and she is a supermodel? I knew she was different from the time I met her.

But where is she? Where is the woman I have been thinking of? Why isn't she joining the fashion show?

My world stops as I hear the name Iris Larsen, and seeing her face makes my heart skip a beat, hope igniting within me. So her name is Iris Larsen, and she's a supermodel? I knew she was different from the moment we met.

But where is she? Where is the woman I can't stop thinking about? Why isn't she joining the fashion show? The questions swirl in my mind, fueling my determination to find her. 

I refuse to accept that our connection was just a fleeting moment; I need to uncover the truth behind her absence.