Black Iris

For so long, Guinevere West had been Blake Ivy's 'Iris.' His play thing. Nothing but a woman he could torment and manipulate when he felt like it.

Then came her. Ophelia. His Rose.

And suddenly, Gwen was more than just his pet.

But Ophelia escaped. And Gwen was left behind.

Now, Ophelia is left with the broken remnants of her sanity and Gwen is stuck in the same hell she had always been in.

Except this time, the world is watching.

And her freedom hangs in the balance.

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"You want this," he said. "You want me to want you. Don't you, Iris?"

I sucked in a breath and shook my head. He smirked.

"Liar," he whispered.

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Black Rose book 2