Priscilla's POV
The door creaked open, slow and cautious, like whoever stood on the other side wasn't entirely sure whether they were walking into danger... or drama.
A head popped in.
She wasn't Iris.
"Hey!!" she chirped brightly, completely ignoring the tension thick enough to choke on. "I'm Kiara."
She waved enthusiastically and stepped fully into the room, all sunshine and chaos wrapped in a human form.
I blinked at her sudden appearance. "Hi," I replied automatically, still sitting stiffly on the bed like I might be arrested again if I moved too fast.
She grinned at me like we were old friends. "Breakfast time!"
Before I could process that sentence—or ask how breakfast was even a thing after kidnapping—she grabbed my wrist and tugged me off the bed.
"Wait—what—hold on—" I protested, but she was already dragging me toward the door with alarming strength for someone so cheerful.
Downstairs, the air felt warmer. Livelier. The smell hit me instantly.
Food.
Actual, mouth-watering, stomach-growling food.
My body betrayed me by reacting before my brain could remind it that I was technically a captive.
From somewhere ahead, a familiar furious voice echoed through the halls.
"Zavian!! I told you to bring them!!"
Uh-oh.
We stepped into a large dining area that looked straight out of a royal fantasy—long table, elegant chairs, sunlight pouring through tall windows like this place had never heard of crime or chaos.
Iris came storming into view, one hand braced against her pregnant belly, the other pointing accusingly at a man trailing behind her.
He looked... stressed.
Like life had already defeated him, and Iris was just the final boss.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he pleaded, hands up defensively. "I swear I didn't forget on purpose!"
The second Iris saw me, her expression flipped instantly—from murderous rage to glowing warmth.
"Hi, Priscilla!" she said, smiling like we'd planned a brunch date.
"Hi," I chuckled weakly, because honestly, what else was there to say?
The man beside her waved awkwardly. "Hey."
"This," Iris announced proudly, "is my ex-husband. Zavian."
My eyebrows shot up. "Ex?"
Zavian gasped dramatically. "Iris, you are not divorcing me just because I forgot ice cream!"
She turned on him with terrifying precision. "How dare you forget my ice cream?"
I clapped a hand over my mouth, desperately trying not to laugh.
Zavian's eyes met mine—silently begging for help.
I shrugged apologetically.
I was in no position to save anyone. I needed saving.
"Let's eat!!" Kiara declared loudly, completely unfazed by the marital war unfolding.
The table was already set. Plates overflowing with food. Fresh bread. Fruits. Things that smelled so good they should've been illegal.
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Fantasy"Why? Why me?" I said. Why is it my fate that has to be upside down? "You should be happy. Every women will die to be in your place." The jerk in front of me said, smirking. "Well, I am not every women." I snapped. I should never looked at him. "I w...
