His Iris | ✓

Chapter 11

Iris POV

How could Xavier not tell me about this?! I knew it would take time for us to open up but I didn't expect this from him.

After these last few days I felt as if Xavier wasn't as bad as others make him sound. The cruel, vicious, bold billionaire. And now they should add liar to the list. I rolled my eyes as I was sitting in the living room.

Stacey left a few minutes ago and no one even asked about me, clearly because I'm still sitting here. The worst part is that I heard the truth from Stacey, not even from Xavier or my so called father.

By the time I stood up tears were streaming down my face as it hit me. I didn't expect to be pushed left and right like I was nothing. Xavier was planning on marrying me in two weeks and then after six months he would divorce me. All for his own benefit.

Does he really think it would be this easy to get rid of me? Because if he does, I will prove to him that it won't be as easy as my father and him planned. I slowly walked towards my room, I haven't been able to properly pack to leave but now I'm ready as ever.

I turned the doorknob and walked in. Everything was where it was the day I got dragged into this mess. My homework was scattered everywhere as my clothes were neatly folded.

I got two suitcases and a backpack which I managed to fit mostly everything inside my room with. The sooner I could get out of this house, the better. As I was done packing, I approached my desk where laid a picture of my parents and I when I was younger. A tear escaped my eyes as I wiped it away taking the picture in my hand.

Flashback

He beat me today, again. I had blood running out of my nose and bruises on my stomach from him kicking me. I just came back from school and saw him drinking. He took all of his anger out on me. He kept on repeating 'why did you leave me?!'

As confused as I was I got through it. Everyday is a challenge for me. I can't wait for the day I graduate high school and go off to college, if I even make it to college.

It has always been my dream since a kid to help people. I wanted to become a kids therapist. To help them get through hardships in life, whether they were kids or not. I wanted to help anyway I could. And especially people like me.

I picked up the picture of my parents and I on the beach; laughing and enjoying the evening. I was eleven at the time. Everything was great back then. My mother looked beautiful as ever. She had light brown hair and brown eyes like mine.

Some people even thought we were sisters at some point. My father had dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He was charming back then but like always things change, just like he did. Just like my life had. I held the picture close to my chest and wished for everything to go back to how it was. I was already crying as tears were streaming down my face. This is how most my nights, evenings, and mornings are spent.

Can't I just have a normal life?!

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I placed the picture carefully inside my backpack as I was prepared to get the hell out of this place. I don't know where I will go but definitely not here or with Xavier.

He can't divorce me if we aren't even married yet. I crept out of my room and took a deep breath as I exited the house. The door creaked slightly as I stilled. Luckily after some time, it didn't seem like anyone noticed. The house was quiet except the chatter from the lounge in the distance.

Here I come, freedom!

Xavier POV

Sam and I were discussing something about our company's as I was thinking of Iris. Why wasn't she here yet? As if reading my mind, I heard footsteps coming towards the lounge. I exhaled a breath out not knowing I had kept my breath in the whole time. I relaxed knowing Iris was okay.

But instead it was Stacey. Where was Iris? I looked up at her confused as she smirked at me.

What did she do? Sam smiled at her as she sat down. "Where is Iris?" I asked immediately. She smiled innocently. "Oh she's on her lady days. I lended her some supplies and she's in the bathroom cleaning up." I rolled my eyes. Not trusting Stacey, I stood up to go towards the living room.

Sam grabbed my forearm, pulling me back and smiled innocently. "Xavier, I would like my daughter to have privacy in times like these. I'm sure she will be back in ten minutes max." I sighed and sat back down. She probably had a problem and was cleaning up. Right after she would come back we will leave immediately and pack her things up. Sam is toxic and his dinner would be too. I'll just make up some random excuse from the company and we'll leave.

It had not been five minutes yet as I was getting impatient of this bullshit. Stacey kept on flirting with me as Sam was encouraging her behavior. I got up having enough of this. "It's been a long time. I will go check up on her." I said leaving without hearing what they had to say. She could possibly be crying or having another panic attack because of something.

I walked into a bathroom nearby and she wasn't there.

Maybe she was in her room? I walked into her room and saw everything gone. What happened? Did she already pack up? I knocked on her jointed bathroom door before opening it. No one was in there.

"What the fuck!" I yelled punching the wall. It left a hole but I didn't care. I wanted Iris and only Iris, no one else. I ran out of the room and was met by Stacey and Sam.

"What happened? We heard a loud bang." Stacey had a slightly worried expression. I sighed looking at Sam. "Iris is nowhere to be seen, I searched everywhere for the possibilities and she was nowhere. She escaped." I said my chest rising up and down in frustration and anger.

Why the fuck did she leave? "Stacey, what the fuck did you say or do to her?" I growled out.

Stacey bit her lip nervously and her face went pale. Damnit! What did she do? She sighed and told us what she said to Iris.

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"What the fuck?! Why would you do that!" I yelled at Stacey as she started to cry. I didn't like making anyone cry but this was too much. I had enough and took my keys and left the house. Sam was left speechless and let me storm off. I was going to find Iris and bring her back.

I called my friend Ryan, otherwise known as my private investigator. He knew everything about the people in my life and the ones who I know. He was currently trying to track Iris's location to send it to me.

I finally got it and sped down the streets. She wasn't too far along and was only at a small cafe.

I'm coming to get you.

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