The Russian Billionaire's Secret Heir

Chapter 55

His POV

I still can't get Iris out of my mind, the woman who captivated me in ways I never thought possible. Every thought circles back to her, a relentless echo that I can't escape.

My feelings toward her are a tumultuous mix of longing and confusion; I find myself craving her presence as if she's the very air I breathe.

It's maddening to know she's back in the fashion world, yet I can't reach her, can't grasp what I once had.

Disappointment gnaws at me. Four years—what happened during that time? Why did she vanish without a trace, leaving me in a fog of unanswered questions?

Now, just as suddenly as she disappeared, she reemerges, but it feels like a cruel twist of fate.

I can't help but wonder what brought her back, what compelled her to step into my life again after so long.

I want to know her story, to listen to the reasons behind her silence, to understand the choices she made that led her away from me.

I wasn't like this before, this desperate for someone. I was guarded, content in my solitude, but the moment I held her in my arms, everything shifted.

Iris changed my world; she illuminated the shadows that had clung to me for years.

With her, I felt alive—she painted my existence in vibrant colors, awakening emotions I thought had long been buried.

The moment we shared, the way her eyes sparkled with mischief and passion—it all flooded back to me in waves.

Now, in her absence, I feel lost. The vibrant hues she brought into my life have faded into a dull gray. I yearn for her laughter, for the warmth of her smile.

I need to understand why she disappeared, why she chose to step away when I needed her most.

There's so much left unsaid between us, so many moments that linger in the air like unfinished symphonies.

I can't let her slip away again; I need to confront this unresolved tension, to find out if the bond we once shared can be reignited.

I want her back, not just as a fleeting memory but as a tangible part of my life again. I need answers, but more importantly, I need her.

While sitting in the restaurant, facing the shimmering expanse of the beach, something caught Chase's attention—a movement that made his heart race.

There she was, Iris, the woman who had captivated his thoughts, walking gracefully along the shoreline.

The way the sunlight danced on her hair, framing her face, made her look ethereal, almost like a vision pulled from his dreams.